with all the ghosts

I have been fighting with these things, and I can't take care of the mechanism. "Hang Qi said.

Although there was such a conjecture, Wei Mucang was still shocked when Hang Qi admitted that the bloody place was done by him.

In addition to shock, there is also doubt, and even fear.

In his impression, Hang Qi is not worth guarding against at all, he is just a little more special than ordinary people.

Now it seems that I am still too naive.

Seeing Wei Mucang's ugly face, Hang Qi gesticulated on his nose a few times.

When Wei Mucang took in the air again, he no longer smelled the pungent smell.

After he could no longer smell the bad smell, the disgust and nausea in his heart became less. Wei Mucang was much better now, and could face the scene here.

Without further ado, the two of them started... groping in a pool of blood.

Although it is much better not to smell the smell, the touch of blood is really very subtle.

Wei Mucang was a little worried about the things in the wall and on the ground, but when he saw that Hang Qi, who was facing away from him, had eyes behind his back, made a commotion, killed one, and was very accurate and neat, he was more than half relieved.

But where should this mechanism be, Wei Mucang really didn't figure out any tricks.

It was just a coincidence that I encountered the mechanism a few times before, and I was able to escape only by pushing it with those inhuman things.

It's hard to say whether there is an agency here, and the two of you have to look for it to find out.

It's just that the things on the ground are so dirty, messy and disgusting that most people really don't know how to find them.

What's more, there is no way to start.

Search for a long time to no avail.

Hang Qi didn't intend to proceed step by step, and chose to solve it directly with violence.

Holding a long sword, Hang Qi said coldly, "If you can't find them, kill them all."

Wei Mucang felt that such a Hang Qi was a bit handsome, and Wei Mucang was probably crazy.

Wei Mucang thought that he was impatient and should find a safer way.But it's not impossible to be simple and rude. Since he doesn't work hard, he doesn't have much opinion.

Hang Qi was really impatient, and after muttering, Wei Mucang felt surrounded by something in an instant.

Wei Mucang looked at him, and Hang Qi also looked at him.

Hang Qi: "Stand in a safe position and protect yourself."

After finishing speaking, Wei Mucang heard a "whoosh", and Hang Qi was no longer where he was.

Wei Mucang was a little nervous and curious, so he found a clean and safe place to watch the battle.

Hang Qi's movements were neat, his sword was swift, decisive and ruthless.

This is very different from the Hangqi that Wei Mucang saw.

When facing him, or people or ghosts, Hang Qi is introverted and weak.It seems that they don't know how to get along with each other.

But after arriving here, Hang Qi let go a lot, like a wild dog without restraint, running around and biting people.

Doesn't that sound like a good description?Anyway, that's the reason.

By the way, aren't these all ghosts?

Bie Lu was terrified, why did he sharpen his knife so quickly when he got here?

Wei Mucang thought, this person is a fan.

With the primitive excitement of the exciting scene, Wei Mucang watched with relish and was very absorbed.

The scene is neither exciting nor crisp, with the knife rising and falling, and the blood bursting out.

Wei Mucang's blood boiled.

Cough cough, some can't hold it.

Wei Mucang is a person who looks at his face, and now he is handsome by the current Hang Qi.

Hang Qi is a little younger than him, not because he looks ugly, but because he doesn't have the type of cold, so he doesn't pay much attention to his appearance on weekdays.

I didn't think much of it before, but now he is completely handsome beyond his age, beyond the limits of rules and regulations.

Wei Mucang smashed his mouth, sighed, it seems that he is either half-hearted, or he doesn't like to show off.

Yan Gouwei seemed to have forgotten the faint fear in his heart, and the audience looked at their faces without distraction.

After Hang Qi's force value soared, the scene became spectacular, the person became handsome, and the killing speed was also at the first level. It didn't take long for this place to be bloodbathed by Hang Qi.

When Hang Qi walked in front of him, Wei Mucang realized that the solo show was over.

"Why are you staring at me? I'm too dirty?" Hang Qi asked.

Wei Mucang looked disgusted, "It's dirty, remember to take a shower when you go back."

Hang Qi tugged at his clothes and replied, "It's time to take a bath."

"Don't get too close to me when you're covered in blood. I don't have any clothes on, so don't rub me all over." Wei Mucang said.

Hang Qi nodded and took a step back.

Hang Qi's face was as usual, without the hostility after the bloody battle, and no dissatisfaction with Wei Mucang's tone.

Wei Mucang pondered in his heart that Hang Qi was probably a sullen person, and he couldn't usually see it, but at some point he would show another side.

Wei Mucang asked, "Are you tired?"

"Tired." Hang Qi said, "Kungfu is not good enough, and all aspects of practice are not good enough."

Wei Mucang said a lot of things in his heart, but on his face he just said, "Half-hearted."

"Skills are inferior to people."

"Wait a minute, how did I remember you said that your mana was suppressed?" Wei Mucang said.

Hang Qi didn't explain, just said, "Breakthrough."

That's all for this topic.

Wei Mucang then looked around, there was no movement inside the wall, and now it looked like an ordinary wall.

The ground was a bit messy, there was everything, and I didn't know whose head or arm was scattered, but they couldn't move.

There was nothing moving here except the two of them.

Other than that, nothing has changed.

"Still nothing." Wei Mucang said.

Hang Qi was silent for a while and said, "Yes."

"Ok?"

When Wei Mucang didn't react in time, Hang Qi cut his wrist with a sword, letting the blood flow.

The blow was extremely forceful, and the wound was extremely deep. The bones were directly exposed, and the blood gushed out along the wound, and then slowly fell to the ground, merging with the blood on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Wei Mucang was surprised.

Compared with Wei Mucang, Hang Qi is very calm, "Let the way to the front of the formation be opened by yourself."

Wei Mucang watched the blood flow as if he didn't want money, and felt furious, "Are you risking your life? Can't you change it?"

"It's the same with another hand." Hang Qi said.

"Who asked you to change hands? I'll tell you to change hands." Wei Mu said in a hurry.

"nothing."

"It's all right..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a muffled sound that hit his ears hard, then the ground trembled, the top of his head shook, and the dust that had accumulated at an unknown time shook off and threw himself on Wei Mucang.

Wei Mucang choked on the dust and couldn't help sneezing.

"Here we come." Hang Qi said.

Wei Mucang took another look, and at some point there was a crack in the wall.

With more violent tremors, the walls slowly receded to the sides, gradually opening a door.

After the gate, there is only one way.

The road leads directly to the center.

Other than that, the rest of the place is completely empty.

Wei Mucang looked down, and there were screams coming from the abyss-like place.

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Wei Mucang didn't know how deep it was.

The light here can't reach the deep end, and Wei Mucang can only see darkness.

Countless voices from the depths of the darkness echoed several times in such a huge space, hovering in every corner.

In the eyes of Wei Mucang, who had never seen the world, such a scene was shocking enough.

——It would be better if there was no one giggling in the center.

At the beginning, no one noticed anyone, or the two of them were attracted by the scene at this time, completely unaware that there was an extra person here.

Looking for the sound, the man was standing in the center of the only road.

Obviously that person deliberately let the two of them hear it, otherwise the sound would have been drowned in the environment of wolves howling and ghosts crying.

The man was still laughing, the laughter was extremely unpleasant, but it kept circling in Wei Mucang's mind, even if he covered his ears, it didn't have any effect.

Wei Mucang even wanted to step forward and gag the man.

He didn't laugh all the time, when Wei Mucang couldn't bear it anymore, the man lost his voice.

Just as the laughter stopped, the man said in an extremely hoarse but extremely sharp voice, "It's been a year."

Wei Mucang didn't know what it meant, but saw Hang Qi's lips pursed tightly, his face tense, and he stepped on the road leading to the center.

Wei Mucang followed behind.

As soon as the two stood on the only road, the voices from the bottom of the abyss became even louder, one after another, as if they wanted to use the sound to blow this place away.

When he got really close, Wei Mucang realized that the person who made the strange smile was not actually a human being.

It's a cardboard guy.

It's just that unlike those fake faces with no expressions, the facial features and expressions of this face are more realistic.

But a fake is a fake, no matter how charming a piece of paper is, it is still just a piece of paper.

It is indeed blurry in the distance, but when standing close, Wei Mucang's naked eyes can distinguish it at a glance.

From Wei Mucang's point of view, the paper man may be superior or inferior, and the ability of this paper man is incomparable to those ordinary paper men.

The two stood still three steps away from the paper man.

There is a rectangular stone platform behind the paper man.

Wei Mucang saw a person lying on the stone platform, the clothes on that person were similar to that of Jiang Nu.

But when Wei Mucang was about to take a closer look, his sight was blocked by a paper man.

Then he met the paper man's eyes.

Wei Mucang: "..."

Paper man: "Is this the young man who can't die?"

After finishing speaking, the paper man looked Wei Mucang all over with his naked eyes.

"How does it feel to be stabbed?" Paper asked.

Wei Mucang didn't answer, and took a step back cautiously.

"I really can't tell the difference, but the more this is the case, the more interesting it is." The paper man murmured.

"Don't hit him for attention!" Hang Qi said.

"So what if I hit him? Can you stop it?" The paper man said contemptuously, "It's been a year, and you're still so useless."

Hang Qi said, "I'm all useless, have anything to do with you?"

The paper man snorted lightly, "Ah, it really doesn't matter."

At this time, Wei Mucang already understood that Hang Qi and the paper in front of him