Half Immortal

The rain seems to be a little lighter.

In the hall, when Jiang Xiu pushed Zheng Mao down, a gust of wind suddenly erupted outside the house.

The candlelight was blown out by the wind, and only the faint thunder light suddenly illuminated the hall.

At the moment when the lightning flashed by, both Jiang Xiu, who was standing, and Zheng Mao, who was pushed to the ground, opened their eyes at the same time.

—In front of the stone statue of the mountain god, among the sacrifices scattered on the ground, stood a skinless and boneless thing.

It seems that the bones of its legs are gone, standing there, like a lump of soft meat on the ground. The **** faces stared at them hideously, and the stench of blood slowly flowed down the skinless flesh and blood.

Zheng Mao's face turned pale, he stumbled up and hurriedly ran in the opposite direction.

But before he ran a few steps, a human-shaped thing suddenly appeared in front of him and stood directly in front of him. This thing appeared too suddenly, he didn't have time to react at all, and hit it all at once.

Zheng Mao took a step back, only to find that his clothes and hands were covered with blood.

In front of him, there was a skinless ghost!

"Boom—"

Another lightning flash.

Jiang Xiu did not expect the death trigger to come so quickly. Although he used Zheng Mao to attract ghosts, he was still panicking.

He hurriedly turned his head and quickly left the hall.

Zheng Mao can't take care of Jiang Xiu anymore. He saw the skinless ghost walking towards him dragging his boneless and **** legs, and he hurriedly took out the life-saving props he had accumulated.

But this side just used the props to escape the attack of the skinless female ghost in front of him. Before Zheng Mao could dodge, a skinless female ghost suddenly appeared behind him and ripped him off instantly. arm.

"Ahhhh-"

The strong desire to survive made him still try to escape in the severe pain, and the few props in his hand have all been used up. The base of his broken arm was bleeding continuously, and the skin on his back was torn off together with the clothes.

Under the intense pain, Zheng Mao quickly ran out of the temple.

The rain washed his wound, and he ran for an unknown time. Under the double load of the wound and physical strength, he finally could no longer run, and suddenly fell on the mountain road.

He looked back, but did not see any ghosts again.

…no ghosts chasing him? Why aren't ghosts chasing him?

Zheng Mao felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart—did he escape? ?

He was gasping for breath, and before he had time to rejoice, suddenly someone's voice came from far to near.

It seemed to be the voice of the townspeople.

"My brother has been in poor health recently. I thought that I would take advantage of the rainstorm on the mountain, and the mountain gods would bless me, so I quickly found some herbs for him."

"But I haven't seen anything after walking for so long."

“…”

Zheng Mao's mind is full of turbidity at this moment, and he just wants to live. Even if he can exchange ordinary wound medicine in the mall of the information panel, he can't move at all now, but if someone saves him, he can live.

He hurriedly shouted weakly with all his strength: "Help me... Help! Help..."

The two townspeople heard his cry for help and slowly approached.

"Huh? There's someone here!"

"He looks hurt... come and see!"

"Hey, this person is a bit familiar, isn't this a foreigner who helped the frustrated woman during the day?"

"It's him. He was punished by the mountain god. The mountain **** made him appear in front of us, the meaning is obvious."

Zheng Mao breathed for a while.

Before the joy in his eyes appeared, he saw the two townspeople in front of him lifted a huge stone beside him.

He forgot!

He forgot...he has the townspeople's disgust debuff on him!

He suddenly understood that even without this debuff, he would die at the hands of the townspeople sooner or later. The skinless female ghost was born out of the resentment of being sacrificed, how could it possibly kill the person who destroyed the sacrifice?

Destruction of the death triggered by the sacrifice will be killed by the townspeople...

At the moment when the stone hit Zheng Mao's head, in the last second before his life, Zheng Mao stared blankly ahead, his mind was in chaos.

…Why did he promise Jiang Xiujin to find trouble for Yan with this copy?

The next moment, the huge stone directly smashed his head, blood and brains flowed out together, and was washed away by the rain little by little.

On the other side, Jiang Xiu turned around and left the hall.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and planned to go back to his room to figure out how to close the three-point gap tomorrow. This time Zheng Mao helped him attract ghosts, and he even saved his own life-saving tools.

There are several long and narrow corridors between the main hall and the guest rooms. Jiang Xiu just walked a few steps when he saw a figure standing in front of the corridor.

The young man copied his pocket in one hand and tossed coins in the other, and stood there leisurely. It seems that he heard Jiang Xiu's footsteps, he turned his head and looked over.

"Yan Wei? Why are you here?" Jiang Xiu sneered, "It's dark outside, you have to be careful of ghost attacks."

Yan Wei raised his hand and grabbed the coin still in the air.

He raised his hand unhurriedly and pointed behind Jiang Xiu: "Yes, you have to be careful."

Jiang Xiu's perception suddenly took effect, and he felt a chill coming from his back. He turned his head subconsciously, and suddenly saw two skinless female ghosts standing not far behind him.

Jiang Xiu was horrified, he turned around and was about to walk forward, but when he turned around, he saw two skinless female ghosts suddenly standing in front of him!

Four skinless female ghosts in front and back... These are clearly the four skinless female ghosts in the hall just now. And these four skinless female ghosts stared at him closely, as if there was no Yan Wei's existence in their eyes.

What happened? Shouldn't these skinless ghosts kill Zheng Mao and leave? Zheng Mao triggered the death condition, it should be the only target of the ghost tonight...

Being blocked by ghosts, Jiang Xiu forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, and prepared to take out his props.

The young man not far away laughed softly.

His voice was clear and warm, wrapped in some lively escapes. But in such a rainy night, with ghosts standing in front and back, the youth's voice seemed to flow from hell: "Aren't you weird? According to your character, you must have pulled Zheng Mao to protect you from disaster. Bar."

Yan Wei copied his pockets with both hands and walked towards Jiang Xiu leisurely. He clearly passed the skinless girl, but the skinless girl stared at Jiang Xiu from the beginning to the end, and seemed to be moving forward slowly.

Jiang Xiu gritted his teeth: "Why didn't they attack you?"

"Guess?" Yan Wei raised his eyebrows, walked in front of Yan Wei, and said with a smile, "You must have guessed it. Oh yes, you asked me why I was here, of course I was I'm here to give you a ride."

The confident and calm look of him at the moment is completely different from the trashy and sloppy look shown before them.

Jiang Xiu's pupils slightly enlarged.

The skinless ghost came closer again, Yan Wei said: "Let me guess what you did just now. You definitely don't want to die, but I pulled you three points away. Unless you find a big clue, you will definitely be besieged by ghosts tonight. But there are two ways to not die. Since you can't score points, it will definitely trigger the death condition. You should think first The solution is to turn off the projection of both of you, and then secretly kill Zheng Mao to trigger the death condition, right? Unfortunately, your plan has failed, and now the primary target of the ghost attack... is still you."

"How do you—"

"Because I'm yan."

Yan Wei interrupted Jiang Xiu directly.

Seeing that the skinless ghosts were about to start, he took a gentle step back, leaving enough room for these skinless ghosts.

Jiang Xiu's eyes widened, his pupils dilated slightly, and he looked at Yan Wei with a pale face.

Yan Wei repeated it again: "Didn't understand? I said, I, yes, yan."

"I have planned this step since you entered the dungeon. You want me to die, I want you to die, you want me to be the lowest score, and I also want you to be the lowest score. You failed, I succeeded."

"This is the inspiration you gave me, the way you taught me, if you didn't plan to do it at the beginning, I naturally wouldn't learn it. It turns out that it still works, and now the one who is going to die is you, right?"

The skinless ghost is out.

They completely ignored Yan Wei who was standing by the side, their **** hands moved towards Jiang Xiu.

Jiang Xiu hurriedly threw out the props, dodging with his tenth body index.

But those are four skinless ghosts.

This is a seven-layer dungeon with a second difficulty upgrade - the difficulty has long exceeded the tenth-layer where Jiang Xiu was originally.

On the first night, a single skinless female ghost consumed the strongest ghost exorcism tool in Jiang Xiu's hand. Now four skinless female ghosts surrounded him, and he used up his life-saving tools in just a moment.

Jiang Xiu only felt the feeling of death enveloped him for a moment.

His eyes were bloodshot, looking at Yan Wei with a split canthus, and suddenly took out the last remaining tool - an ordinary dagger.

He knew he couldn't live.

"I'm going to die anyway, Lou's rules are useless to me! I'm going to drag you to hell!"

The dagger pierced Yan Wei's heart with his movements!

Ke Yanwei just stood there, and the moment he approached, he gently hooked the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, the dagger that was about to reach the heart didn't know what kind of resistance it encountered, but it didn't advance an inch, but bounced him back.

The next moment, Jiang Xiu was directly bounced into the middle of the skinless girl.

Skinless Ghost's hand quickly pressed on his shoulder.

At that moment, Jiang Xiu felt that the cold air enveloped him, he wanted to move, but he couldn't move at all - he suddenly understood how the dead man died on the first night.

"It's a pity. You can't drag me to **** until midnight."

The ethereal girl's song floated in the distance - it was the song that symbolized the mountain **** and the rain.

The singing came from the wind, mixed with Jiang Xiu's screams.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

The pain of tearing flesh swept through the whole body, and blood flowed through Jiang Xiu's eyes. He shouted uncontrollably, staring at Yan Wei's direction through the blood in front of him.

The young man who was innocuous to humans and animals in the daytime was just standing aside casually, looking at everything that happened in front of him with a dull expression.

yan.

The code name of the best player who appeared at the end of the super-difficult 1st dungeon.

It's not Yan Mingguang who is so indifferent as if he doesn't keep everything in his heart, but this Yan Wei who is pretending to be trash from beginning to end. Yan Wei was never Yan Mingguang's burden, but Yan Mingguang's most powerful teammate in the dark.

Why did Yan Wei hide behind Yan Mingguang?

If he knew this from the beginning, wouldn't he have taken it lightly? All of his plans were accurately calculated by Yan Wei, and in the end he suffered the consequences.

He shouldn't have entered this seventh-level dungeon.

He can't fight against Yan Wei at all.

Jiang Xiu couldn't think anymore.

He felt the bones being pulled out alive, the flesh being torn apart forcibly, the pain swept through the whole body, and he could only scream in agony.

—In the end, I couldn't even scream.

Yan Wei watched the skinless girl peel Jiang Xiu to the bone, and after seeing the unwillingness and remorse left on his face at the last moment of his life, he immediately turned his head away.

It's not easy for him to see this moment.

When the sound of peeling skin and bones finally stopped, Yan Wei turned back and glanced at the **** corpse.

The skinless ghosts had no target, and all looked at him with blood-covered pupils.

Yan Wei immediately took out the girl’s phalanx from the black ring—a prop in the dungeon that can resist attacks related to the skin-boned umbrella and the skinless girl to a certain extent. As soon as the phalanx came out of the black ring, something that shielded the perception of the detached copy of the world, Yan Wei felt that the sense of crisis that shrouded him was eliminated a lot.

The skinless girls stopped staring at him.

The ethereal singing gradually stopped.

He stepped forward, squatted down in front of Jiang Xiu's skinless corpse, put on gloves, and immediately picked up the ordinary deceased's phalanx while the skinless girl watched, and put it in the black ring middle.

Zheng Mao will die because of the lowest score and the trigger condition of death.

Jiang Xiu died because of the lowest score, and he didn't know he had a phalanx.

Yan Wei quickly put the phalanx into the black ring, holding the girl's phalanx in her hand, and sure enough, she did not receive the girl's attack. Now that Jiang Xiu's confidant's serious problem has been resolved, he took the phalanx, immediately bypassed the skinless girl, and walked back quickly.

As soon as he entered the room, a man's voice entered his ears: "Dead?"

"It's dead," Yan Wei closed the door, and his expression was not so relaxed, "I also came to a conclusion, and sure enough, having a girl's phalanx on her hand can block the dead to a certain extent. The skin girl and the skin-bone umbrella, and if the phalanx of the deceased is put out, it will be attacked and killed by ghosts. The building is still a building, and the good role of the girl's phalanx that has to be said is directly explained in the props. The effect of using a tool that will kill is unknown. If anyone thinks it may be similar to a girl's phalanx, it will be death."

Yan Mingguang's eyes moved slightly and whispered: "Use it alone."

Yan Wei's eyes lit up: "You found it too? I think these effects, whether it's a girl's phalanx or an ordinary dead man's phalanx, are only used alone. There are so many of them, a girl's phalanx. Even if it is, it can also be explained that different players can get a certain life-saving function, but if there are at least a few hundred phalanges of ordinary deceased, it is impossible for players to use them alone, right?"

"Ning Yi found a way to deal with the skin-bones umbrella."

"Yes," Yan Wei nodded, "Only this aspect may be related to the phalanx... I suspect that we must confront Ning Yi."

That's why he didn't breathe a sigh of relief after Jiang Xiu died.

The witch was **** by them and threatened to tell everything she knew. The secret at the bottom of the well was also broken, and the secret of the ancient town was also broken, but the stairs did not appear.

The only thing they didn't do was collect all the phalanges. But if the phalanx is not only used alone, it means that even if they collect the phalanx, they have not reached the final step.

This means that they not only have to interact with Ning Yi, but also…

They have not yet found any strong clues to point out where the stairs are hidden in this Ankang ancient town with its ugly vices.

"Squeak..."

"Squeak..."

"Squeak..."

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang looked at each other at the same time.

They all heard footsteps outside the door.

The footsteps sounded like a staggering person dragging something slowly past, stopping at the door of each room, and gently putting down something.

The sound went from far to near, and suddenly stopped at the door of Yan Wei and the two of them. After a while, this staggering footsteps on the wooden floor sounded again, slowly pulling away .

A chill appeared, Yan Wei grabbed the swallow coins in his pocket.

This movement... is completely no different from the first night when the goddess came to put the skin umbrella.

But the goddess had been stunned by their direct medicine and tied to an empty room in the temple.

—then who is holding the umbrella...?