I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery.

Chapter 259 Confrontation behind the door

After rushing through the door, Tang Long saw many bizarre and bizarre sights that made people crazy, such as a snake that had no head but was squirming and meandering, a clown that had lost its legs but was moving upside down with its hands, and wheels that were rubbing against each other even though they had no wheels. Drifting wheelchairs and more.

Based on Tang Long's understanding of the Adventure House, the door can only be pushed open by the most desperate people. The person who pushes the door can exert double their combat effectiveness behind the door, and the scene behind the door is like the Holy Grail, which can bring a person to the door. The scene that is most desired and expected deep in the heart is presented in the most twisted way.

"So, this person may be a lame or simply have no legs. His wish should be to stand up again or not to be discriminated against and ridiculed because of his inability to move. What is shown behind the door is that everything is unable to move normally. world."

Tang Long knew that everyone who opened the door had an indescribable dark and desperate past, but he would not sympathize with the enemy at this time.

No matter how miserable the past was, the enemy is the enemy. If you hesitate when facing the enemy, you will die.

For these bloodshot things, Tang Long could avoid them as much as he could. If he couldn't avoid them, he would just let Brother Li chop them down. The whole team moved silently and quickly towards the deepest part of the door.

Finally, after killing several top-notch red-clothed ghosts, Tang Long came to a place that resembled an abandoned warehouse.

He still cautiously asked Lao Luo to open the door. When he successfully opened the door, he opened the door to kill him, just in case someone was hiding behind the door to deceive him and attack his comrade who was less than 69 years old.

The rusty door slowly opened, and what appeared in front of Tang Long's eyes was a mountain of corpses. Some were rotten, some were beyond recognition, and some had horrified expressions... But all the corpses had one thing in common, that is, they did not have double bodies. foot.

The entire abandoned warehouse was filled with disgusting corpses, making it look extremely hideous and terrifying. Only in the middle of this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood was a spot of pure white and spotless space.

In this space, there is a beautiful girl sitting in a wheelchair. She is wearing a light gray dress, her long silver hair is windless, her ankles are extremely slender and boneless, and she is also wearing Manolo Blahnik limited edition crystal high heels.

"Tang Long, Mr. Tang." When she saw the enemy approaching, she did not panic. She sat in the wheelchair and saluted slightly, her movements full of aristocratic temperament. "Introduce yourself. I am the new seventh priest of the king's organization, code name , the weaver.”

"The new seventh priest?" Tang Long's eyes narrowed. The reason why this guy calls himself the new priest is because the one who was summoned by He Liansheng and buried by Luo Qian outside Taiping Ancient Town was the seventh priest.

Later, although Zhang Bohua and Zhang Xianguang faced off against the leader of the king's organization plus the prophet and nine priests, because the fifth priest was in the form of twins, there was actually still one missing.

The one who did not participate in that battle was the new seventh priest.

The other party seemed to want to say something more, but Tang Long took action without hesitation. In an instant, the ghostly figure under Brother Li's feet stretched to the extreme, and the soul-stirring knocks on the door continued. Golden flames flew across the sky, and strange sounds appeared. The scent of rouge also began to spread.

"Clap--!"

A series of horrific supernatural attacks roared in, but only the sound of the wheelchair breaking was heard. The weaver himself was not injured, but appeared at the gate behind Tang Long.

Obviously, the wheelchair is also an incredible supernatural item.

"What a ignorant man. He is so rude to a lady, but he will be punished."

As she spoke, she pushed lightly with her palm, seemingly sealing something, completely sealing the entrance to the abandoned warehouse.

"Close the door and beat the dog, but unfortunately, for me, things like doors..." Before Tang Long could finish his words, his eyes suddenly focused.

At this time, he and the weaver were the only two people in the abandoned warehouse full of corpses.

"Did you drag me to another time period?" His eyes moved slightly, "But it doesn't matter, the duration of her ability should only be five seconds."

Thinking of this, Tang Long became less anxious and looked at the other person's delicate ankles: "Seeing the scene behind this door, I thought you were... forgive me for being a lame person who speaks rather vulgarly."

"I was really unable to stand up, so I made a vow that as long as I can stand up again, it doesn't matter even if it means selling my soul to the devil."

The weaver didn't know if he saw Tang Long's plan to delay time, but he actually started chatting: "And now, those who once laughed at me for having no feet have lost their feet, and I..."

Her originally quiet and delicate voice suddenly became passionate and wild: "Stand up again!"

Along with her words, the weaver's waist suddenly bloomed like petals, with countless legs blooming. The feet on each leg were different. There were men and women, old and young. They were all obviously from those piled corpses. Taken away.

These feet were supported by deformed, tentacle-like thighs, and the girl looked like a giant spider, or as if she was sitting in a new wheelchair.

<divclass="contentadv"> "Transformed? No, she forcibly spliced ​​most of the supernatural beings into her body to increase the level of terror, just like the splicing of ghosts and Buddhas before!"

Tang Long was shocked. The conversation just now and the transformation time should have passed five seconds, but now there is no sign of going back at all.

"Mr. Tang, you guessed it right. Normally, my knitting time is indeed only five seconds, but in this state, it can be increased to five minutes. Coupled with the power exerted by the door pusher behind the door, It’s a good ten minutes.”

The weaver looked at Tang Long with a sneer: "Now, do you understand why I am talking nonsense with you here? First, because there is enough time, and second, because I will die from the resurrection of the evil ghost after this, so... I don’t mind chatting with people in the last days of my life, after all, just like that adult, you seem to have the hope of many people.”

"I can imagine that you have endured a lot of pain, and I am too lazy to argue with you whether those who laughed at you should die. I have only one sentence for you now..."

Tang Long's eyes also turned cold: "Who gave you the illusion that you can fight against me after burning your life?"

As he spoke, turbid sewage suddenly began to surge in his left hand, and blazing flames burned in his right hand. Countless ghost ropes hung down in mid-air, shrouding the weaver.

"Of course I know that it is difficult for me to be your opponent, so I made so many preparations." The weaver's smile faded slightly, and his expression became serious. "For the success of the master's plan, no matter it is my own life or anything. , I will offer them all without hesitation!”

As she said this, the mountain of piled corpses suddenly began to surge, and one ghost after another climbed up, at least there were nearly a hundred of them.

"I don't need to defeat you. As long as I drag you here for ten minutes, these evil ghosts will naturally bury you and me together indiscriminately."

The weaver's expression was serious, and it was obvious that she had already prepared herself to die here: "For this moment, I kept collecting, splicing, and weaving behind the door for a long time, and finally reached the scale we have today. You... You will definitely die here!"

"It's an astonishing amount."

Tang Long looked around and saw that the other party obviously knew his information very well. A ghost of this size had long exceeded his suppression quota, and because he was in the same space as these ghosts, the weaver would not be affected by the power of the ghost, because The suppression number of ghosts is to calculate the number of all ghosts in a certain space.

"I have indeed felt your awakening, but..." He took a deep breath, "The things I carry are far more than you imagine."

After saying that, endless grave soil poured out from the mirror, swallowing up all the ghosts that came up in an instant!

"What is this?" No matter how cautious the weaver was, no matter how detailed the information he had gathered before, and he was even prepared to dodge the nails in the coffin, he never expected that Tang Long would get the grave soil from Luo Qian in just one trip. inherited.

If she could see the scene in the cemetery, she would definitely be discovered by Luo Qian. Luo Qian did not discover her, which proved that the weaver did not know that he had the power of grave soil. It was precisely because of this that Tang Long dared to be unscrupulous After breaking in the door.

"Unexpectedly, there is still this hand..."

The weaver was eager to step forward to resist Tang Long, but he was already hung up by the ghost rope that fell in mid-air. The calculation range for the ghost suppression quota was only the size of a room, but this place was as big as an abandoned warehouse. The grave soil was surging just now. , all the evil ghosts within the room-sized area centered on the weaver have been buried.

Therefore, the ghost's ability took effect on her. The girl who was hung in mid-air by the ghost rope felt that the supernatural power of Krypton life was not left at all. Her whole body seemed to have returned to the ordinary state of the past, even the tentacles and thighs around her waist were gone. It was dead and could only be hung limply in mid-air.

"Heh, heh."

Knowing that she was doomed, the Weaver had no strength to resist even if she wanted to. Her eyes were bulging and her cheeks were red after being strangled. She used her last strength and murmured to Tang Long.

"You... don't understand. What the master is doing is saving the world, so everyone will follow him without hesitation. You... will eventually fail."

"Do not."

Tang Long looked calm. Although there was respect in his expression, he retorted resolutely: "I said, everyone carries different things, and I will not fail."

As for what the Lord is carrying, he doesn't need to ask. He just needs to wait until the weaver dies and slowly use his memories to find it from her body. As a priest, this woman, even if she has just taken office, should be better than The Pharaoh knew better.

At Pharaoh's place, he only saw a towering and majestic huge black door, but he knew nothing about the existence behind the door.

After the death of the weaver, the world behind the door began to collapse and collapse. Tang Long also hurriedly took Brother Li and the others to run out, but at this moment, a shrill scream sounded outside the door.

He recognized this voice as one of the six people brought by Fan Xing, which meant that the back hall had been completely invaded and the confrontation was going on fiercely!

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