I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

This seems to be a weird thing that wanders in the corridor.

There is no form, only a pair of black footprints.

It will stare at you in the dark and follow you behind.

No matter how much you panic, you can't get rid of it.

Only the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard.

When it completely coincides with your footprints, it will absorb everything about you.

But today it has caught up with Yang Shou.

"If I fight back now, it is definitely not an unprovoked killing."

Yang Shou showed a gentle smile, holding a rib, and took the initiative to meet the footprints.

The latter paused for a moment, a little confused.

Under the rules of the Hongguang Homeland, no matter whether it is human or weird, the aura will be suppressed.

The footprints thought they had encountered a rare prey.

But after seeing the other party's weapon clearly and the other party's palpitating smile, he realized something was wrong.

This doesn't seem to be a weird thing it can deal with.

The footprints turned the toe of the shoe and ran downstairs quickly.

Yang Shou caught up decisively and pursued closely.

This is a situation that Footprint has never encountered.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor.

But it was the one that escaped.

The original goal has been chasing it.

Getting closer.

five floors.

four floors.

three floors.

...

It was almost time to reach the exit on the first floor.

A rib as white as jade was inserted into the black footprints.

This is the remains of a ferocious god, which contains a terrible evil spirit, which quickly wears away the power of the footprints.

In the vagueness, there seemed to be a faint scream.

The footprints disappeared, leaving only a few wisps of faint black air.

"What are you doing after me?"

Yang Shou retracted the bones, looked up at the stairs, a little depressed.

Now we have to start climbing from the first floor again.

Sighing softly, he continued upstairs.

The lonely footsteps sounded again in the darkness.

This time Yang Shou paid extra attention, worried that something strange would appear again.

But after twenty floors in a row, there was nothing unusual.

This makes him a little strange.

The strangeness of the whole building seemed to be indifferent to his arrival.

This is not the same attitude as the notice on the door.

"Could it be that they are all hiding in the same place, waiting for me?"

Yang Shou looked up.

In his feeling, the source of that attraction is at the very top.

If the creeps have an ambush, it should be there.

Thinking about this, Yang Shou quickened his pace and climbed up the stairs step by step.

In the past, he must have been exhausted after climbing more than 20 floors.

Now his face is not red and his heart is not beating, as if he has only walked more than twenty meters.

"Is this the benefit of being weird?"

Yang Shou smiled, stood in front of the topmost staircase door, and opened the door.

The darkness outside the door was still there, and the cold breath came in wave after wave.

Don't care, go out, turn to the corner.

A long corridor appeared in front of him.

There is a house at the end of the corridor.

The strange attraction is coming from the room.

Yang Shou was very curious about this.

In his memory, he has never been to Hongguang Homeland.

But it was obvious that something in the room was closely related to him.

Reminiscent of the striking similarity between this place and the Ping'an Community.

For a moment, Yang Shou suspected that there might be a familiar neighbor waiting for him in the room.

"It shouldn't be. If it was my neighbors, they wouldn't put up such a battle."

On both sides of the corridor are houses.

At this time, the door was closed tightly, and there was nothing unusual about it.

But when Yang Shou stood in the corridor, he already felt prying eyes one after another.

Behind those doors, something was watching him.

Behind the cat's eyes, blood-red pupils.

The gap between the doors and windows, the pale eyes.

Behind the heavy iron door, there was a faint sound of friction.

There seemed to be a distorted body, leaning against the iron door, listening to the movement in the corridor.

A strange breath came from behind every door.

These closed doors are like vertical coffin boards.

As long as anyone walked through the corridor, countless weirdnesses would push open the door, stretch out pairs of rotting arms, and pull them into their silent place.

"No wonder I only encountered one strange thing when I went upstairs."

"It seems that the most dangerous ones are waiting for me here."

Yang Shou nodded, thinking about how to get there.

There are at least thirty houses in the corridor, and there is a strange atmosphere behind each door.

They are not as powerful as their neighbors in the Ping An Community.

But there are a lot of them, and if they are gathered together, maybe even the evil spirits can be shredded.

If you can use the world, it will be much easier.

However, the scope of the world is too large, and some rules of erasure may be violated unintentionally.

Yang Shou had no choice but to think of another way.

"It's a pity that I forcibly used the bones of the fierce god. That deity seems very angry and is unwilling to lend me strength, otherwise it can be relied on."

"This guy is really stingy, didn't he just take its finger bones and ribs?"

Yang Shou silently put his ribs on the ground, and amidst many strange prying eyes, he turned around and exposed his back.

"hiss……"

This is a great sneak attack opportunity.

But behind each door, every weirdness of twisted and venomous, there is a feeling of imminent disaster.

They saw Yang Shou lift up the clothes on his back, revealing a golden tattoo.

That is a sky dragon!

Yang Shou drank in a low voice:

"Dawei Tianlong!"

"Great magic spell!"

"World Honored One Ksitigarbha!"

"Prajnapa Makong!"