I made myself the protagonist

At this moment, Ling Yun's brain instantly went blank. His whole body seemed to have been stuffed into a cold storage, cold and hard, and he couldn't use even half of his strength. He instinctively wanted to go up and pull the person down, but found that he had already lost control of his body.

of control.

"Save me..."

Su Li's face was red, and he kept grabbing the rope around his neck with both hands, kicking his legs desperately, and making intermittent hoarse and obscure calls for help.

Ling Yun was anxious. Not only could he not move his body, he couldn't even say a word.

Seeing Su Li's breathing getting faster and faster, she rolled her eyes, her face was bloodshot, and her tongue began to stick out.

After struggling for nearly a few minutes, Su Li's movements became smaller and smaller, and slowly, his hands fell limply to his sides.

Su Li is dead.

Ling Yun stared at the scene in front of him in disbelief, his heavy breathing making him almost unable to feel the presence of other people around him.

When he came back to his senses, he was horrified to find that Zhao Sicheng and Qian Xiaohao had disappeared at some point, and now he was the only one left in the empty and dark room.

Su Li's body was shaking slightly, his head was lowered, his eyes were tightly closed, and his face was as pale as paper.

The moment he resumed action, Ling Yun rushed forward without thinking, hugged Su Li's legs, and tried to save her.

However, at this moment——

"Why...don't you save me..."

Su Li opened her eyes suddenly, and blood flowed along her eyes to the sides of her snow-white cheeks. Ling Yun raised his head and found that her originally beautiful face began to become distorted and hideous, and her skin changed rapidly, and instantly began to rot, revealing

The scarlet muscle texture and snow-white bones below.

"now you!"

Su Li roared viciously, and then her body fell from the beam and hit the ground heavily.

A large amount of blood instantly emerged from underneath her body. Accompanied by the chilling sounds of bones breaking, Su Li twisted her body and crawled on the floor. As she crawled, she dragged out a shocking trail of blood.

By the time Ling Yun realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

The blood-stained hands suddenly grabbed his ankles and disappeared without a trace.

In an instant, he felt a cold breath penetrate into his body. The biting coldness made his whole body tremble, and his whole body began to tremble violently.

Ling Yun suddenly felt his whole body lose strength and fell limply to the ground. His pale face was soaked in cold sweat, and his whole body felt like falling into an ice cave. The cold kept attacking his body, making him feel that his consciousness was getting more and more blurred.

Dimly, he saw two cold, pale and terrifying female figures climbing down from the wall of the living room, gradually approaching him...

"Ling Yun!!! Wake up!!!"

In the darkness, Zhao Sicheng's voice suddenly sounded, ethereal and insubstantial, as if coming from a very far away place.

Ling Yun was suddenly enlightened. When he came to his senses, he saw a baby with pale skin and blood dripping from his body appearing at his feet.

The ghost baby was surrounded by a strong black air. After it appeared, Ling Yun immediately felt a strong eerie aura. His intuition told him that this ghost baby was not an ordinary earth-bound spirit, but a twin.

Just like sisters, they are out-and-out resentful spirits!

How could there be another one?

Zhao Sicheng...where is he?

Ling Yun instinctively wanted to break away. He thought the ghost baby would attack him; but to his surprise, the ghost baby grinned at him, revealing its sharp teeth. The next second, it suddenly turned around and headed straight towards him.

He jumped towards the twin female ghosts.

In an instant, the three resentful spirits turned into two venomous snake-like black resentments and became violently entangled in mid-air.

At the same time, Ling Yun felt that his body had regained some strength. He struggled to get up from the ground and stumbled towards the darkness following Zhao Sicheng's voice. After an unknown amount of time, a faint light finally appeared in front of his eyes.

When Ling Yun opened his eyes again, he found that he was lying on the floor in the corridor. Qian Xiaohao was leaning against the wall, still sleeping soundly; and Zhao Sicheng was looking at him with sweating profusely, and his face was frighteningly pale.

After waking up, Ling Yun felt like the world was spinning, and he was sweating profusely from his back. He felt exhausted as if most of his life had been taken away.

He felt that there seemed to be some sticky liquid on his face, but without asking, Ling Yun discovered that Zhao Sicheng's hand seemed to be injured, and blood was dripping down. The liquid on his face,

It's Zhao Sicheng's blood.

He muttered with difficulty and asked the other party: "Are you and Qian Xiaohao... okay?"

"That guy is still asleep, and he can't even wake him up."

Zhao Sicheng roughly wiped the blood from his hands with his clothes and continued: "Care about yourself first, you just fell into the trap of those two female ghosts."

"It's not Su Li...it turns out that what I saw just now was all an illusion..."

After Ling Yun finished speaking, he immediately became concerned about Zhao Sicheng: "What about you? Are you okay?"

"Thanks to you, it's very good. By the way, you also tested my powers."

Zhao Sicheng slowly helped the other person up, and then said: "Just now, those two female ghosts wanted to get on you. Seeing that the evil spirit in you was stunned, I had no choice but to use the blood spell, carry one on my back, and drag

One of them got you two out of the room. Really, I am almost exhausted..."

"Did you use a blood curse?" Ling Yun's eyes suddenly widened: "Did you summon that ghost baby just now?"

"No, even though that baby is so small, it is already the most resentful spirit that I can summon."

Although Zhao Sicheng looked calm on the surface, Ling Yun still noticed that there was no color on his face and his physical condition was not much better than his own.

The author Ling Yun naturally knows the price of using blood spells.

Blood spell is one of the psychic attack methods. According to the ability of the spell caster, the stronger the ability, the stronger the resentful spirit summoned.

The caster of the spell can control the actions of the vengeful spirit, but the price is that each time a different vengeful spirit is summoned, one-third of the caster's own health will be deducted, even if it is used no more than twice. Otherwise, the caster will

You will be attacked by evil spirits, and the consequences will be disastrous.

To put it bluntly, the blood curse is the ability to control evil ghosts. If an ordinary player uses this kind of power for the first time, if they make a slight mistake, they will be doomed.

But Zhao Sicheng is extremely talented in this area. The first time he used it, he successfully saved himself from his twin sisters.

Ling Yun still remembers that in the battle for the Pharaoh's treasure in the original novel, in order to buy time for the team, Zhao Sicheng broke through his own limits and single-handedly summoned a team of Yin soldiers, and finally successfully assisted Shen Tinglan in seizing the god-level item Sun Gold

through.

Since the end of the First World War in Egypt, Zhao Sicheng has become famous. After his return, his strength has directly ranked among the top three players in the supernatural system, which is very impressive.

"Wait, what should Qian Xiaohao do?"

Ling Yun put away the complicated thoughts in his mind and pointed at the other person who was still lying in the corridor, with a worried look on his face: "We can't just leave him here, right?"

Zhao Sicheng glanced at the closed door of room 2442 and sighed: "Although my little ghost has been destroyed, the two female ghosts have no souls. Although they are powerful, they cannot appear for a long time. I think,

They probably won’t come out for a while. For safety reasons, let’s help him back to our house first.”

Ling Yun agreed to the other party's proposal. After the two settled Qian Xiaohao, they took out their mobile phones and sent messages to other companions.

Everyone made an appointment to meet at the late night snack stall downstairs. Seeing that it was completely dark, Zhao Sicheng and Ling Yun walked out of the room, intending to go to the appointment.

At this moment, the two of them saw Yang Feng and her son squatting outside the door of a room where offerings were placed in the dark corridor, wolfing down food.

"This food is no longer fresh. Don't eat it. We will go downstairs later to buy some hot meals for you and the children."

Ling Yun really couldn't stand it, so he took the initiative to step forward and said to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng hugged her son and hid nervously in the corner, looking at Ling Yun and the other two with wary expressions. Zhao Sicheng sighed, took out a few candies from his pocket and handed them to Xiao Bai. Seeing that they were not malicious, Yang Feng

Feng then took the candy and carefully thanked them.

Just as the two were about to leave, the sensor light above their heads suddenly flashed twice. Suddenly, the temperature dropped sharply, and for some unknown reason, a pale white mist filled the originally quiet corridor.

Ling Yun and Zhao Sicheng looked stern, while Yang Feng across from him suddenly took Xiaobai into his arms, pressed his body tightly against the wall, and closed his eyes shivering.

The moonlight shines on the corridor floor through the window, and there are ghosts at the end of the foggy corridor. Four ghosts, nearly three meters tall and wearing ancient robes, hold old red paper umbrellas and slowly move towards where the four people are.

Walked in the direction.

"This is the way for the Yin soldiers to take advantage of. Don't touch them. Quickly, stick to the wall!"

Ling Yun reacted immediately and immediately pulled Zhao Sicheng, and the two stood side by side by the wall.