infinite danger

"Huya! You're back!"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and as soon as Ji Siwei opened his eyes, he saw a big sunken yellow face in front of him.

"Where did you go? Why did you suddenly disappear and then reappear?"

Ji Siwei took a deep breath, raised his hand and pushed away the nagging face.

A pale face silently leaned over, staring at Ji Siwei with slack black pupils, stretched out a hand with rotten skin: "Soul Gathering Bell."

Hoarse sound cassette, such as the effect of horror sound effects.

If it wasn't for Ji Siwei's growing tolerance, he would probably have been so frightened that his heart stopped beating.

After pushing away both the puppet bear and the female ghost in white, Ji Siwei's vision became clearer, and he saw the environment clearly.

He returned to the showroom on the seventh floor of Fanghua Building.

The black drawers on the wall have disappeared, and a piece or two of the cracked wall covering on the wall has fallen from time to time, and the inside is rough and exposed gray cement.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was only about 10 minutes since he opened the drawer.

The clearance time for this copy is shorter than the first copy.

If there are no hidden taskers in the NPC, then the third drawer is only four-player difficulty.

The Rose Garden dungeon and the Linan Guzhai dungeon are seven-player difficulty and nine-player difficulty respectively. One of them lost control midway, and the other is a special dungeon with an eight-tailed cat.

In order to clear the customs, Ji Siwei narrowly escaped death.

In contrast, the third copy is much simpler.

Perhaps this is the difficulty for newcomers.

Ji Siwei suspected that his posture in opening the drawer was wrong.

The atmosphere in the showroom was tense, and Ji Siwei had no time to think about it.

There was no light in the showroom, and all the glass windows were shattered. The five members of the seminar were suspended in front of the window, surrounded by cold and black mist.

Both the long-haired man and the alcoholic uncle were injured. Black mucus dripped down their fingertips, corroding the glass shards on the floor, making a slight scorching sound.

The Twelve Sages floated on the opposite side of them, flapping their huge black wings, bringing a small whirlwind from time to time.

Both sides did not move, silently facing each other.

The showroom was in a mess and looked like it had just been through a pitched battle.

Ji Siwei's appearance immediately caught their attention.

"A newcomer has appeared."

The third eye on the long-haired man's forehead narrowed dangerously, and he slammed the black bone whip in his hand.

The yin wind was like a sharp blade, cutting towards the floor, a gust of black air broke through the floor tiles, and the threatening yin air went straight towards Ji Siwei's position.

"Master, I'll take care of it."

The little puppet got out of his shirt pocket, and a cloud of crimson blood gushed out from his palm.

The blood mist collided with Yin Qi, and in an instant, the two energies exploded at the same time, the entire floor shook violently, all the tiles shattered together, and the fragments shot in all directions like knives.

With a wave of Ji Siwei's hand, the pouring red blood mist turned into a barrier, blocking the broken fragments.

After the barrier was shattered, there were still fragments flying towards him, Ji Siwei only had time to avoid the vital points.

A sharp shard flew past his neck, scratching the thin skin.

Blood gushed out in an instant, flowing down the neck to the collarbone, in stark contrast to the white skin, which looked shocking.

The bone whip squirmed in the air, the long-haired man gritted his teeth, and was about to attack again, when the half-body doll suddenly stopped him.

"The newcomer has caused us a lot of losses, I won't be reconciled if I don't teach him a lesson!"

Looking at the black butterfly resting on the bone whip, the long-haired man raised his voice and said to the doll.

"Don't be in a hurry." The half-body puppet said with his inherent flat and mechanical voice: "I smell the breath of the ghost, get out."

Hearing the word Nether, the long-haired man opened his eyes on his forehead, but his eyes narrowed, and the black bone whip burrowed into his sleeve like a live snake.

With three eyes staring at Ji Siwei at the same time, the long-haired man said coldly, "Let me let you live for a few more days."

They were very afraid of Nether and made a decisive decision.

The five figures by the window were hidden in the night and disappeared without a trace.

"Huya, your neck is bleeding a lot!" The puppet bear exclaimed, "Are you okay?"

"Small injury." Ji Siwei responded, and took out a handkerchief from his backpack to press the wound.

In the dungeon, Ji Siwei was pinched by a ghost on the neck, and the location of the wound happened to coincide with this wound.

"Master, does it hurt?" The little puppet looked anxiously at the handkerchief being stained red little by little.

Ji Siwei slightly curved his lips: "It doesn't hurt."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew outside the house, and then, a thick and long ringing bell sounded abruptly.

One sound after another, getting closer and clearer.

The voice was deep and clear, and there was not much resentment in it, but it was a little sad, which was different from the soul-gathering bell.

Tiny drops of water condensed on the cracked glass curtain wall, forming a layer of white frost after a while.

The temperature dropped strangely, Ji Siwei's clothes were thin, and a chill appeared on his arms.

A smell of decay mixed with a faint fragrance rushed over.

This smell made Ji Siwei feel familiar for no reason. He carefully identified it, but he couldn't remember where he smelled it.

It is somewhat similar to the Bianhua flowers planted on the eighth floor of Fanghua Building.

Ji Siwei suddenly remembered the last words the half-body doll said before he left, which might be the breath of the ghost.

The female ghost in white was flustered, covered her ears and hid on the floor.

"clang!"

The ringing sound suddenly became louder, as if it was about to penetrate the eardrum.

Ji Siwei heard the sound of chains being dragged.

A black shadow passed through the glass curtain wall and appeared outside the corridor.

The visitor was tall and slender, wearing black clothes and black boots, his skin was as pale as paper under the open placket, and he wore a tall hat with the words "All Under Heaven" written on it.

He is holding a white paper lantern in his left hand, the dark green flame flickers on and off, on which is written the word "Ghost" in full ink, and he is holding two chains in his right hand, which lock a red-clothed long-haired female ghost and a mermaid tail water ghost.

Ji Siwei was startled, these two female ghosts were the guards on the third and sixth floors.

Except for the ghost boy on the fourth floor who is nowhere to be found, there are no guards left on each floor of the Fanghua Building.

From the attire of the visitor and his identity from Netherworld, it is not difficult to guess that he is Hei Wuchang, one of the rumored top ten handsome men.

Inexplicably becoming a pawn in Nether's plan, Ji Siwei is not unfamiliar with Nether.

I didn't expect that they would come to the door so soon.

Dragging two female ghosts, Hei Wuchang stepped into the showroom, faced Ji Siwei, cupped his hands and said:

"Thank you for your generous help tonight."

There were a few red runes on his pale face, Heiwuchang lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, and his voice was as cold as ice.

The title "Master" made Ji Siwei frowned.

Could it be that the "people" in the netherworld all use this kind of honorific title when referring to living people?

Are all civil servants in the prefecture so polite now?

Ji Siwei put away the blood-stained handkerchief, nodded reservedly to Hei Wuchang, and asked warmly, "My lord thanked me because I let the sages gather their souls successfully and messed up the plans of the seminar members?"

Hearing Ji Siwei call him "Master", a strange look flashed across Hei Wuchang's face, he opened his mouth but didn't explain, just nodded: "Exactly."

"That is to say, the half-body doll's prediction is correct. You Ming really wants the sages to gather their souls and manage the order of the yin and yang worlds in Tianwan District."

Following the fur on the back of the eight-tailed cat, Ji Siwei looked directly into Heiwuchang's eyes and said slowly.

Hei Wuchang put down his hands, and the sleeve robe embroidered with runes swayed slightly in the wind. He still lowered his eyes, his expression unchanged: "Your Excellency sees the details."

"Why me?"

Ji Siwei chuckled lightly.

Heiwuchang raised his eyes slightly, and the red eye tails raised: "What do you mean by that, my lord?"

"Why use me."

Ji Siwei's voice was extremely pleasant, even with a hint of a gentle smile.

Hei Wuchang felt chills all over his body when he heard it, and lowered his eyes again: "Only the master has the soul-gathering bell. This servant has little power, so it is inconvenient to say more, sir, please forgive me."

If people were small and powerless, how could Youming send Heiwuchang to clean up his mess.

How could the half-length puppet smell his breath and retreat decisively.

Hei Wuchang's attitude has already euphemistically shown to Ji Siwei that he can't get any useful information from him, so there's no need to waste effort.

He is not the only one in the world who has the Soul Gathering Bell in his hand.

It's not that simple.

It's not that easy to get to the bottom of it.

"I am ordered to come and deal with the evil spirits and wronged souls lingering here." Hei Wuchang had an extra iron chain out of thin air in his hand. He turned his eyes to the puppet bear and said coldly, "It's time to go on the road."

The puppet bear showed a sad expression, with its big head drooping in front of its chest, and turbid tears overflowed from its eyes. He hugged the bouquet in his hand and looked at Ji Siwei helplessly: "Huya, we must remember the agreement between you and me." ..."

"My lord, tonight the puppet bear contributed a lot to gather the souls of the sages, can you give him another day?" Ji Siwei discussed with Hei Wuchang: "After I made a wish for him, you can take him to Netherworld. "

Heiwuchang nodded: "Of course."

Ji Siwei imitated Hei Wuchang's etiquette, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you."

Hei Wuchang took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his sleeve and threw it casually.

The talisman flew against the wind, and it stuck to the puppet bear's head with a "pop".

"Paste this talisman, and the wronged soul can leave this place. After tomorrow's time, my lord will light this talisman, and it will appear next time."

"My lord, there are quite a few eyes staring at the Soul Gathering Bell. My lord should be careful." Hei Wuchang politely said to Ji Siwei: "I still have important matters to discuss with the twelve sages, please trouble me..."

Ji Siwei nodded: "Then let's go first."

After Ji Siwei gently reminded Teacher Nan Qing to remember to visit the professor's grandfather, he left Fanghua Building with the puppet bear.

After leaving Fanghua Building, Ji Siwei finally returned to the area where the temperature was normal and comfortable.

Ji Siwei seemed to have returned from the frigid zone to the subtropical zone, his skin hadn't fully adapted, and even his fingers were cold.

"Huya, thank you." The puppet bear looked at the scenery along the road and said sincerely: "I haven't left Fanghua Building for a long time, and I almost forgot what the air outside smells like."

Ji Siwei: "You're welcome, I'm just fulfilling the agreement."

As he spoke, he habitually touched the fluffy creature under his hand.

The eight-tailed cat shook its head, its tail nimbly wrapped around Ji Siwei's wrist, and lifted it away: "Idiot Huya, don't keep touching me, if you touch me again, I will go bald."

Ji Siwei rolled his eyes and rubbed the eight-tailed cat's head heavily: "Brother Wei, don't panic, your hair is so thick, you won't go bald."

"I may not be bald, but if you don't treat the wound on your neck, you may be seriously ill."

Eight tails turned around, looking at Ji Siwei's blood-scarred face with bright and penetrating eyes, a little worried.

Ji Siwei was discharged from the hospital not long after he was recuperated. The injuries on his body were still not healed. He had already exhausted his body excessively by dealing with so many ghosts all night.

What's more, he still spent a dangerous day and night in the dungeon. Eight tails suspect that Huya is now completely relying on willpower to support this body.

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Brother Wei: I panicked a lot...