Merchant of the Underworld

The bell rang twice.

One time was in front of the gate of Tianwu Xing - the bell rang, and all the bloody corpses with teeth and claws turned around and ran away.

The second time was in front of the eight iron coffins hanging in mid-air. After the bell rang, the stainless steel puppet came over.

Although Master Feng has determined that the ringtone comes from the father of Satan, I have never figured out what his purpose was.

But now, when I think about what this guy did, I suddenly understand.

His purpose of placing the bloody corpse at the door was not to prevent us from coming in, but to know what our ability to crack the mechanism is and what our combat effectiveness is? This way we can estimate the approximate speed at which we are traveling, and then lay corresponding traps for us - they can neither kill us nor make us feel better.

If we die, the bait pair of Dong Lao and Chou Huang may not be so easy to deceive. If we are intact, it will be quite troublesome for him to attack again.

When the bell rang for the second time, we were standing in front of the eight iron coffins hanging in mid-air.

He may have done some tricks on the coffin and blood bats at this time. He was afraid that we would find something, so he used the bell to disturb the bones and attract the stainless steel puppets, with the purpose of driving us away.

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I really didn’t expect that the Father of Satan not only had weird tricks and amazing strength, but also was very careful. Not only did he plot the three of us, but even the deaths of Dong Lao and Chou Huang were part of his plan.

It can also be said that from the moment we stepped into the blood cave, all the experiences and fate of the five of us had been arranged by him.

We just followed his prearranged script and walked into the trap step by step.

Ding! Ding!

After a while, the bell rang again, and then the pile of bones under our feet also made a soft sound.

The sound was thin and broken, but dense and chaotic, just like countless spring silkworms constantly devouring mulberry leaves, making people feel goosebumps all over their bodies.

The pile of bones under our feet began to shake slightly, and the bones kept swaying. Following the rhythm of the bell, he shook his head and shook his arms, as if trying to stand up with support!

"No, run!" The man in the T-shirt yelled, dragging his scarred body forward as hard as he could.

Obviously, the father of Satan is after him!

I wonder if he has already dealt with Mr. Dong and is now preparing to kill both of us.

I supported the man in the T-shirt, walked shoulder to shoulder with him, and rushed towards the bright red door at the top of Bone Mountain.

Suddenly, the man in the T-shirt swayed.

I also felt something suddenly grab my ankle. We were both caught off guard and fell to the ground at the same time, rolling down the bone slope.

Just as he was about to get up, his legs were pinned by white bones, and his hands were blocked, making it impossible for him to exert any strength at all. There were even more dead skeletons jumping out of the pile of bones one after another, and smashing towards our heads!

boom! I couldn't dodge and was hit so hard that stars appeared in my eyes.

"Ah!" I yelled wildly and pulled my hand out of the pile of bones. His arm was scratched with blood by the sharp blade-like broken bones, but he didn't care at all.

I hurriedly drew out my double swords for killing ghosts and gods, and swung them wildly!

The blade struck the bone surface with a bang, and pieces of debris flew everywhere. I quickly cleared away the obstacles around me and rushed towards the man in the T-shirt.

Although he staggered up, his injuries were too severe and his sword-holding hand lacked strength, so the situation was extremely difficult.

I rushed in front of him in a few steps, drew out my sharp knife, and smashed the bones surrounding his feet with several clicks. I picked him up and continued to fly upward.

Ding ding!

The ringing of the brass bell outside the door became faster and faster.

The white bones on the ground seemed to be soldiers who had received the order to attack. They all came to life in an instant, jumping and flipping over.

The ribs were like knives, the skull was like a hammer, and the finger bones were like darts. In an instant, a big white storm rolled up, and the target was the two of us!

At this time, I didn't care about that much. I swung my two swords and guarded them tightly in front of the man in the T-shirt. I didn't care about the north, south, west, or east. It was just a yin and yang sword technique.

Amidst the crackling sounds, broken bones and smashed bones kept flying in and out around me.

My eyes were full of white, and I couldn't see the path ahead clearly...

Long bones with sharp tips kept piercing out from the swaying pile of bones under my feet. I tried my best to avoid them while rushing forward desperately!

The man in the T-shirt waved the long sword with great difficulty, his back to my back, and while fighting hard, he shouted urgently: "Jiulin, don't worry about me, go and open the door first."

The broken bones in the sky are as vast as snow, and the bright red is looming.

The man in the T-shirt was right. There were endless broken bones in the stone room, and there was no end to the killing. Running to the door as quickly as possible was the only way out!

But his injury was extremely serious at this time. Although he was trying to hold on because he was worried about me, I could see that he was almost at his limit. Even if I can rush over, it's hard to say whether he can hold on.

"Quick, open the door." He ordered loudly in a hoarse voice.

The door is directly above the bone slope, still more than thirty meters away from us! But now every step forward is extremely difficult, and it is really difficult to move even an inch.

Suddenly, the man in the T-shirt groaned, apparently suffering another heavy blow.

He was close to my back, slid down with a swipe, leaned on my calf, and collapsed limply on the ground.

"First grade of junior high school!" I yelled loudly, but I didn't hear an echo.

I turned around in a hurry, opened my arms like crazy, and waved my swords desperately to cover the bone-white wind that was coming from all directions.

The man in the T-shirt leaned softly on my leg, and a long, pointed rib penetrated his lower abdomen. He closed his eyes slightly, and his lips were still moving. I could tell that he was saying: "Quick, open the door!"

I also know that this is the best battlefield for the Father of Satan. If we fight here, we will never have a chance of winning. The only way to survive is to go through that door! But let alone opening any door now, I'm afraid the man in the T-shirt will die if his hands stop.

"Oudama!" At the critical moment, I yelled loudly.