Huo Daoyang's small room with the words "creation room" embedded in it really has something frightening. It was a messy, dark, damp and cramped room. At this moment, on a rectangular wooden table on the right side of the entrance, an old oil lamp was lit, and the legs and stands of this lamp were covered with oily, swarthy dirt, giving people an unbearable feeling of nausea. The same is true of the wooden table, which was stained with oil and had a considerable number of dead mosquitoes and flies, as well as the remains of unnamed dead insects, and a number of yellowed four-folio brown paper booklets neatly laid out on it. The booklet is clearly marked with the following titles in turn: Seven or eight booklets, such as Selected Tang Poems, Ancient Styles of the Warring States Period, Qin and Han Cifu, and Ancient Songs. In addition, under the dim oil lamp, it can be clearly seen that under each wall of the small square room, there is a two-story wooden cabinet, and in the cabinet are arranged in order a complete white human skeleton. Those arranged skeletons are like the counters of a rice shop, with a long line of anxious people waiting anxiously. Now, in the dim light of the oil lamp, only the white bones in the cupboard near the oil lamp could clearly make out the tiny words carved on each skeleton.

As for the fact that these four cabinets contain so many human bones, and they are densely engraved with words, what is the meaning and function of these things, I'm afraid no one can guess, I'm afraid only Huo Daoyang, the owner of this room, knows all its intentions.

When the two of them walked in the door, they saw the scene in the room, and their faces turned pale, their mouths opened, and their whole body was cold.

"Why are there so many bones in here?" Wu Shuang asked.

"Ah, these are all my works!" Huo Daoyang said with an infinite sense of accomplishment.

"Your work!" shouted the two of them, their eyes wide.

Huo Daoyang nodded excitedly.

The two of them turned their heads to look at each other at the same time, and the look seemed to be terrifying only when they saw a ghost who was talking nonsense.

"You, you, you guys, choose for yourself!" Huo Daoyang happily pointed to the pile of books on the table and said to the two of them, "All of them are famous poems, poems, poems, words, words, and words. ”

The two of them were puzzled and stunned on the spot.

"What to choose?" Wang Biao asked impatiently.

"Select, choose, choose the poems, poems, lyrics, songs, songs, and songs that you like to enjoy. Huo Daoyang said that he was getting more and more excited, just like the look of people when they watched the girl in the lottery shop hand over the five million worth of lottery tickets to their hands.

"What do you choose it for?" Wu Shuang asked in a deep voice full of anger.

So, Huo Daoyang pointed to the cabinet next to the table full of dry bones, and clasped his fingers together, imitating the action of lettering on the skeleton, and introduced it with a thoughtful side, saying: "The bones and bones for you are also engraved with words!"

With the help of this verbal explanation, the two of them finally understood the demon's intentions!

It turned out that he wanted to take the two of them like those dry bones in these cupboards, pick any work in the poems and songs that he was satisfied with before his death, and then duel with him; and, in the process of this duel, Huo Daoyang by the way, carved the poems or songs selected by the other party on every inch of his body; until the selected poems were carved, the person who was engraved was also out of breath!

Thinking of this, the two of them were terrified, and after they solemnly exchanged glances, suddenly, at the same time, they yelled at Huo Daoyang's nervous face: "Neurotic!"

After saying this, the two of them rushed out of the door and ran away.

The room was quiet now, save for the faint snort of the oil lamp as it burned, and the sound of Huo Daoyang's chest-filled breathing, and at this moment, his eyes viciously and ferociously surveyed the dry bones that filled the house, and finally he suddenly slapped it heavily on the table. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, as if the house had collapsed, and at the same time, he roared angrily and said, "Bastard, you guys, this is an insult to Yiyi!"

As he spoke, he became furious, grabbed the sword on the table, and rushed out like crazy.

Wu Shuang and the others ran wildly all the way, the so-called panicked road, and the structure of each aisle and corridor here is similar, so they have run several aisles now, and they still haven't found an exit.

As they ran, they were also talking about their opinions.

"The Boudin seniors are right, one of them is a madman and the other is a fool. ”

"We should have thought at the beginning that this was a crazy and stupid person. ”

"It's not just crazy and stupid, it's crazy. ”

"Why haven't you reached the exit yet?"

"How come this hellish place is all this terrible aisle?"

"Look! ”

"Yes, that must be an exit. ”

So, the two of them ran towards the white light that appeared in the other aisle.

When they were about to run to the white light, they saw in the distance that there was indeed a stone step that went up, and the white light shone down from the top of the stone step and spread it on the floor of the passageway.

However, when they were still a dozen steps away from the stone steps, suddenly a black shadow roared in front of them! They saw that a cast-iron fence had just fallen from the sky and blocked them in front of them. That is, they are now like trapped beasts, falling into the trap of hunters.

Immediately afterwards they heard a burst of laughter behind them, which only a mad devil can have. The sound reverberated through the cobwebbed aisles, coming from all directions, as if thousands of people were laughing the same way.

The two of them shook the iron fence desperately, but the iron fence was like a merciless judge, begging for mercy, but it was unmoved.

At that moment, they suddenly heard a sound of even, calm, unhurried footsteps approaching them.

In a few moments, on the other side of the aisle, they saw first a gleaming sword peeking out of the bend, then the hand above the sword that held the hilt, and then the man who held the sword.

This man, his gaze was as cold and terrible as the cold light that burst from the sword in his hand, his face was as cold and unforgiving as the cast-iron fence in front of him, his chest heaved with anger, there must be a burning volcano waiting to erupt at this moment.

He is Huo Daoyang, his cold face, his angry eyes, his ruthless and cold sword, and his solemn and solemn steps, walking towards Wu Shuang and Wang Biao who were trapped in the iron fence step by step.