Chapter 82 Ghost House

Remove the layers of dead grass, and your body keeps moving towards the edge of the cottage. Now you have to seize the opportunity before you can make the most correct judgment.

It seems that this area is divided into this group of bandits. Except for some monsters that can't be put out, they are all animals that do not have the ability to attack, which may be the target of slaughtered by the villagers in the deep valley.

The space door opened, and the green figure flashed out, standing in front of me, flapping a pair of transparent and shining wings.

"Good day, brother." Xiaolan greeted me.

"Hm, go and feel if there is any fluctuation of vitality in the previous cottage." I ordered to Xiaolan.

"Okay." Xiaolan accepted it happily and closed her eyes to feel the vitality of the surrounding space.

After three minutes, Xiaolan opened her eyes, shook her head at me, and said, "I can feel an extremely weak vitality. Maybe I'm injured."

Sure enough, as I guessed, the sudden behavior of the robbers was like a big enemy. It seems that you can go there first to understand the situation.

I was called out like a wolf. As a wolf, its detection ability is at least much better than that of a dog.

I kicked open the door of the cottage. These wood scum are too easy for me. Since I came here, don't shrink back. If there are any monsters in it, I will solve all of them.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as I expected. There was no noise in the quiet cottage, and there was no body of the robbers, but the trace of blood and panicked footprints on the ground showed that there was indeed something that should not appear here.

"Brother, come with me. I'll take you to the faint breath." Xiaolan called me and led the way in front.

"Master, the people here seem to be in a hurry. They didn't pick up these things when they were thrown on the ground." The little wolf bit a piece of jade that looked good and said to me.

After taking over the jade, I want to click on the specific information of this jade, but the system has no other information except Nanling jade. It seems that it should be an item in the game.

"Go, keep up with Xiaolan. These things don't work." Items without attribute data are like stones on the ground for players, except for those who love beauty.

"Brother, it's in here." The place Xiaolan refers to is a stone wall with a small gap. It's hard to imagine how anyone can exist in it.

"You two pull over and see if I can cut this stone wall." His body stepped back three steps, and the Qiankun sword in his hand hit the stone wall fiercely. Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound, and the mountain collapsed.

"..." I looked at the Qiankun sword in my hand and was in a daze.

"Brother, that breath is now... No, it may be by you..." Xiaolan pointed to the falling stone and said, "It was smashed to death."

Now, the only trace of clue was destroyed in my hand, and the long sword in my hand was inserted into the ground and sat on the ground angrily.

"What should I do now, brother?" Xiaolan slowly fell down and stopped beside me.

"What else can I do? I want to... Little wolf, where are you going? Watching the wolf suddenly rush in one direction, I quickly pulled out the long sword on the ground and followed the wolf.

The little wolf was extremely fast, and several lightnings disappeared in front of my eyes, but fortunately, Xiaolan was beside him. Following the breath of the little wolf, he followed the little wolf back to the cottage again.

"Why did this run away to others? Did the little wolf faint from hunger for a moment and come to find something to fill his stomach? I shook my head doubtfully and walked into this open door.

The little wolf is in the inner room, but the little wolf is not looking for something to eat as I thought. At this time, the little wolf was looking at a picture on the wall with a solemn face and staring at it closely.

Hearing my arrival, the little wolf's head did not move, but said to me, "Master, there is something wrong with this painting. I just heard the cry of human beings in this room. When I arrived, I actually found that the picture was moving."

"Well... Is there something wrong with this painting? I looked at the paintings on the wall. At the bottom of the picture, there were many untidy-dressed human beings, including men and women, old and young. However, at this time, human beings all looked at the black-faced devil not far away in front of them with a frightened face.

There are three little ghosts around the crowd. Each kid has a long black knife in his hand. At this time, in front of the crowd, there are four little ghosts holding big knives, cutting off the human head and linging the blood into a black jar.

At the top of the drawing paper is a huge red-faced old ghost with scattered hair, a long beard and a ferocious face, as if looking at the human beings below who are being tortured with enjoyment.

At this time, next to the old ghost, there was a little ghost who raised a small cup full of blood and bent down, kneeling on the ground with a waiting face.

Isn't this the superstitious ghost map in real society? Is there something strange in this? A little puzzled.

"Little wolf, did you read it wrong? I didn't see anything?" Xiaolan looked at the bloody picture on the picture and frowned.

Just as I was about to turn around and look at other clues in the room, the old devil with a high face glanced at me. Although it almost happened between the lightning, he was still caught by me in an instant.

"Stay back." I shouted loudly, stepped back a few steps, and looked at the ghost painting in front of me. There was definitely something wrong with this painting. I would never think that I was the one whose eyes were blurred. The cold eyes were like falling into an ice cave.

With my shouting, the little wolf and Xiaolan also ran back quickly. At this time, they were looking at the paper painting in front of them with an incredible face.

At this time, on the drawing paper, such as the click of Bobo Yilian, the folded paper became clear and enlightened. Everything had movements and rhythms. The sound from it was miserable, but the three of us were the three viewers of the live broadcast.

"Brother, what is this painting? It's horrible..." Xiaolan Nuonuodao, hiding behind me at this time, did not dare to look any more.

"Human, you have seen something you shouldn't have seen today..." A sharp hoarse voice came from the painting, and the red-faced old man sitting at the top was staring angrily at several people who suddenly broke into the room.

"I thought this thing couldn't speak. If I guess it's true, those people are the robbers of this copycat, right?" I asked with a smile at the old ghost inside.

"Haha... What a special little guy, he actually saw my red-faced old ghost without any fear. So what? Is it possible that you still want to save them from me? The old ghost asked me with a smile that children would cry when they saw it.

"This... Forget it. They bully the people and do all kinds of evil. They should have had this awareness long ago, but this day seems to be a little ahead of schedule. I'm not a great good person. Originally, my mission was to eliminate all the robbers here. Now others help me be evil. Why don't I do it?

"In that case, what is the purpose of your arrival here?"

"Someone hired me to kill them." I said it simply and clearly.

"It turns out that our purpose is the same, but you can go now, wedge..." The old man issued an eviction order and said lightly.

"Hehe... I don't know if you evil spirits can leave this painting to live?" I began to slowly take a good at the words, and the fool also knew that the painting would definitely not be simple.

"Hehe... Then you don't have to take care of it. You'd better disappear in front of me before I get angry. The red-faced old man twisted his two black eyebrows and shouted coldly.

"What if I say no?" I shook the sword in my hand and sneered. I have to take this painting today. How can such a magical treasure make it wither here? It's a waste.

"Kid, you are too arrogant. I wanted to give you a chance, but you didn't grasp it well and look for death." The red-faced old ghost jumped up from the chair angrily, kicked away the little ghost beside him, and looked at me ferociously. He didn't know what to do with his fingers. He suddenly pointed to me and shouted, "Ghost House, take it."

I only felt that the scene in front of me was dark, and my body seemed to be grasped by a pair of black big hands, and I was pulled into the picture frame with no struggle.

"Haha... Let's see how you want to escape today. Be good and make my wine dishes. The black-faced old man smiled and said loudly.

"So that's how you came in." Looking at the little wolf who was caught next to me, I smiled happily. Xiaolan didn't let go at all behind me, so she came in in the end.

The crying next to him was very desolate. When they saw a wolf suddenly coming in, there was no emotional fluctuation, because they knew that since they had entered this, they could not escape death. What feelings would they have for a person who was about to die? Sympathy? Let these crazy robbers feel pity, but they can make pigs climb trees.

"Master, this is so big inside." The little wolf was not afraid of the little ghosts around him and looked inside.

"Well, that's why I'm thinking about it." I smiled with satisfaction. The separate space in this painting is the size of a football field. If I can let this painting fall into my hands, will I be afraid that I don't have enough space for my backpack in the future? I'm afraid it's okay to pretend to be an adult dragon.

"My men, let's kill this newcomer first. I want to taste his blood, wedge..." The red-faced old man lay comfortably on the black chair in front of him. A kid was busy massaging his calves, and his life was happy.

It's just a pity that with my arrival, I'm afraid his good days will come to an end. Poor little bug, he is about to die and return this complatonous appearance.

"Yaqi, give me the little fire. I'm going to work." Since Xiaohuo resisted the blow of Phoenix, I have found that this guy actually has a lot of attack power. He has a general but doesn't need it. It's not wisdom.

And the attack power of the small fire actually comes from the strength of my strength. The stronger I am, the stronger the fire will be. I only peep at the strength of the spirit.

(Thank you two buddies for rewarding again, hehe... I seem to owe a lot of chapters now. I'll pay it back slowly, hehe... There will be no shortage of four chapters today. Brothers and sisters who have votes, please vote.)