Thousands of demons fell for me

"Who is your husband?"

Before Luo Xingchen could refute, Chen Zimu asked first, his voice still deep and cold as usual.

"What's wrong with calling him husband, can't you see that I'm a beautiful cute girl?"

The mummy stroked the three black hairs on the top of its head, gave Chen Zimu a contemptuous look, and then used his little fingers to pick out the soil that had been poured into his nostrils and ears. What are you doing with such a big taste, you old man, do you have any unreasonable thoughts about him?"

If you like it, you like it. If you use some inappropriate idea, the meaning conveyed will completely change.

Chen Zimu smiled coldly, flicked his fingers, and the dark golden flame quickly floated to the forehead of the mummy, burning off the only three remaining black hairs on the top of the head.

"Hot, hot, hot!"

The mummy desperately covered its head, but was horrified to find that it was bare.

"Oh, how dare you burn my thick black hair!"

The mummy frantically scratched the ground with its fingers and let out a hoarse roar.

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!

It spewed out the last lump of soil stuffed in its nostrils angrily, and was about to pounce on Chen Zimu, but froze suddenly.

"Wait, what's that smell on you?"

After the nostrils became unobstructed, the sealed sense of smell also regained its sensitivity, and immediately smelled the strong breath on Chen Zimu's body, which was so exciting.

"Ah, don't you!"

The mummy jumped to the ground in panic, dug the soil frantically, went back again, stretched out a hand and fiddled with the withered grass around, hiding its own graveyard again.

Although it is said that a scholar can be killed and cannot be humiliated, it is not a scholar, but a corpse, at least a whole corpse should be left.

The people present looked at Chen Zimu with admiration. He was indeed a demon exorcising master. Just by the smell on his body, he was so frightened that a mummified corpse was dug three feet away on the spot.

"Too much."

Luo Xingchen glanced at Chen Zimu grumpily, and let go of his wrist.

Chen Zimu raised his brows lightly, he didn't directly crush the mummy on the spot, it was already his mercy.

Several people left the underground cell and walked into the dark passage.

For the sake of safety, Chen Zimu walked at the front, and Mai Jieke walked at the end.

Just a few steps away, there was a sudden sound of running water in the passage ahead.

The tumbling water waves gushed out from the corner ahead, rushing towards them. "Hold on to me!"

Chen Zimu turned around and wanted to grab Luo Xingchen's wrist, but a jet of intense water sprayed out from the wall, forming a wall of water that just blocked between the two of them.

When he passed through the water wall, the people behind had disappeared.

The rushing water comes and goes quickly.

Luo Xingchen stood up and looked around. The others were rushed to nowhere, leaving him alone.

Strangely, although he was in the water, he didn't feel like drowning at all, and even the clothes he was wearing were dry.

The soil on the ground and the wall looks different. It was a solid earth wall that was rammed before, but here it is more like the fertile and fluffy soil in the field. On the surface of the earth wall, you can still see the dense forest buried inside. bones.

There are many forks in the passage, which are intricate.

He could only carve marks on the wall with a knife and try to choose a path to move forward.

But no matter how you go, you will always return to the first fork in the road.

Realizing that he might have encountered a ghost hitting the wall, he simply closed his eyes, touched the wall with his hand, and walked straight along the right side.

After walking about 20 meters, several icy sticks suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Luo Xingchen's heart tightened, he opened his eyes and grabbed the unknown object holding him with his other hand, turned around and threw a full-body over-the-shoulder throw.

A big lump of white thing was pulled out from the wall with splashed mud, flew forward, hit the ground heavily, and fell to pieces with a "crash".

The round skull rolled around several times, turned to Luo Xingchen in a daze, opened his teeth-only lips, and shouted loudly in astonishment: "God, why are you doing this to me? I just thought you She looks good, I just want to say hello."

"Sorry." Luo Xingchen looked at the skeleton and shrugged, "Reflex."

"Pretty boy, don't stand still." Skull jumped on the ground twice and urged eagerly, "Quickly, help me put my body back together."

Luo Xingchen hesitated for two seconds, then stepped forward, picked up the white bones on the ground, and carefully spliced ​​them together.

It took about 10 minutes to finally put the skeleton back together, but a piece of bone at the tip of the little finger of the skeleton's left hand disappeared. Judging from the fracture, it seemed that someone had cut it off with a sharp weapon.

"Where did your little finger go?"

Luo Xingchen was very concerned about this imperfection.

"It was taken away by that man." The skeleton trembled and said in a trembling voice, "That lunatic, that demon, he grabbed my neck tightly and looked into my eyes excitedly until I stopped for the last second Breathe. He also cut off my finger, put it in a golden bell as a trophy, and cut me into countless pieces and buried me in the wheat field."

As the skeleton spoke, he covered his ears and became more and more emotional.

"Every once in a while, I can hear the sound of my own bones colliding, and the next day, new people will be buried here, more and more, more and more, it's terrible." The skeleton looked at Luo Xingchen's eyes were filled with fear and despair, "We can't leave, and you can't leave either. Since you're here, you have to stay forever. That man won't let you go."

"Who is that man?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"he is……"

Halfway through speaking, the skeleton suddenly froze in place, raised his right hand and pointed to Luo Xingchen's back.

Luo Xingchen turned around vigilantly, and Ji Wenshu was standing three meters away from him.

There was a sound of digging the ground behind him, and the skeleton had quickly crawled back into the wall, leaving only half of its foot exposed.

"You don't have to be nervous, I don't have any malice towards you." Ji Wenshu looked at him quietly, with a slight smile on his face, "I just stayed in a dark place for decades by myself, it's just too lonely."

"What did you do to the others?"

Luo Xingchen stared at Ji Wenshu's direction, and took two steps back.

In the originally smooth tunnel, an extra wall unexpectedly appeared at some point, blocking his way of retreat.

"They're all fine, at least for now."

Ji Wenshu walked slowly in front of him, put his hands on his shoulders, bent down to his ear, and gently blew a wave of heat on his earlobe, with a strong smile in his voice.

"If you don't want bad things to happen to them, it's better not to make me angry."

Such a close distance made Luo Xingchen's alarm bells ring loudly, but he could only endure it temporarily because he was concerned about the safety of others.

Ji Wenshu smiled in satisfaction, slowly raised his hands, slid them to his neck, and stroked his smooth skin back and forth with his fingers.

"You are really beautiful." Ji Wenshu's eyes were burning and he was full of smiles. He lowered his head, took a deep sniff at the hair on the top of his head, and said intoxicated, "Mmm, it smells so good."

Luo Xingchen clenched his fingers tightly, and the wound on his fingertips that had begun to heal burst open again, overflowing with red drops of blood.

Ji Wenshu immediately noticed the faint smell of blood, and it also carried a seductive fragrance.

He gently grabbed the wrist of Luo Xingchen's right hand, took off the band-aid on it, and kissed the wound on his finger with his warm lips.

The wound healed in an instant.

"You see, what he can do, I can do too." Ji Wenshu raised his head and smiled deeply, "I can even do better than him."

After finishing speaking, he bent down again, put that finger in his mouth, and licked it gently.

When it was taken out, the fingertips were stained with crystal liquid, and there was a strand of silver thread.

Luo Xingchen froze.

This is……

saliva……

Saliva ah ah ah!

Luo Xingchen clenched his fists tightly, piercing his palm with his fingertips, leaving streaks of blood.

He suddenly raised his foot and kicked Ji Wenshu's chest hard.

Human patience has a limit, and Ji Wenshu just touched his bottom line.

At any rate, he had practiced Taekwondo for several years, and with the blessing of superhuman strength, Ji Wenshu was caught off guard by the kick and staggered several steps backward.

"It's not good, it's really not good. You were the one who seduced me first." Ji Wenshu covered his chest with his hands, a faint black mist gushed out from his pupils, as he walked towards Luo Xingchen, He said in a low voice with a gloomy face, "I'm really a little angry now."

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade of the sickle, shining with a silver cold light, suddenly pierced from behind and passed through Ji Wenshu's chest.

"You're almost out of breath, why are you still angry?"

At the same time as the scythe pierced through, a deep voice also sounded.

"It's you!"

Ji Wenshu turned his head back in surprise, and Chen Zimu was standing behind him, looking at him coldly without any warmth.