Do not disturb the evil spirits [Unlimited]

After a while of darkness.

Qiao Luosang opened his eyes and found that he came to a place completely different from the entrance of Yanwei Town.

The sky is blood red.She stands in a place that resembles a square.The square is covered with high and low stone walls, which are distributed in a spiral shape. A black and tattered flag is planted on the central high platform, fluctuating with the breeze, like a black cloud.

Qiao Luosang took a deep breath. She had just killed a cadre of the Church of True Spirit with her own hands, and she still hasn't recovered from the murderous state.The blood in her eyes hadn't faded, and her five senses were infinitely magnified because of this, and she couldn't hide the slightest movement from her eyes and ears.

She turned around and found a large building across the square.The style of these buildings looks very serious, like an administrative building for offices.

Like the houses she had seen at the entrance of Dovetail Town, these buildings were dilapidated and looked like they were covered in rust and dust.The door was closed tightly, and through the thick dust, one could vaguely glimpse a pile of sundries that no one cares about inside.

Qiao Luosang hesitated for a moment, adjusted his red cloak, and walked towards the middle door.

——Just as Qiao Luosang was walking towards that building, some windows on the upper floors of the building opened slightly.

Pairs of black eyes stared closely at this "newcomer" who had just arrived: Qiao Luosang was not tall in the first place, with a fair and immature face, and wearing an elegant and expensive red cloak. A clump that looked completely nonthreatening.

Then the windows were quietly closed again.No sound was made.

Qiao Luosang walked to the glass door and found that the door was locked with an iron chain.She pushes casually——

bang.

The chain was torn off.

The hanging lock was covered with red rust stains, presumably the chain was almost corroded.

With both hands, Qiao Luosang slowly pushed open the door that was much taller than her.

The moment the door was opened, a gust of cold wind blew across the face.

Qiao Luosang frowned.

She seemed to smell a wet, fishy smell from the wind.

There are no lights in the hall.The light extended from Qiao Luosang's feet into the room, and could only illuminate a small area.What's more is the darkness that cannot be seen through at a glance, entrenched in every corner, giving people a chilling feeling.

Suddenly, the darkness somewhere in the peripheral vision seemed to surge.

Qiao Luosang thought it was his own illusion—but in the next second, the originally silent darkness really squirmed, and they seemed to have the same goal, slowly approaching Qiao Luosang's direction.

Only then did Qiao Luosang see clearly the true face of those "darkness": it was obviously countless clumps of black hair intertwined together!

The black hair is intertwined, like sea water, with an irresistible sense of suffocation; each strand of hair seems to be alive, twisting and crawling like a bug, and occasionally a few pieces of carrion can be seen on the hair strands— — This is the source of the stench Qiao Luosang smelled before.

A mass of hair stood up like a snake's body, entangled in the air to form the appearance of a human face, a woman who seemed to be crying and smiling.

"A girl...is a girl..."

"Your hair is so beautiful..."

"Give me your hair...Give me! Give me!"

The expression on the woman's face became frantic.

Qiao Luosang: "..."

She frowned, thinking a bit sleepily: Why did she meet this kind of monster? "Blood control" is of no use to it.

But she had made some preparations in advance.

Qiao Luosang took out his own dagger from his waist, jumped back, lightly and deftly dodged the attack of a bunch of hair, and then slashed twice with the dagger, cutting off a section of hair.

Black hair didn't regrow after it was cut.The hair that fell to the ground instantly turned to ashes.

"My hair—ahhh—"

The woman's face roared like a beast.

After confirming that these hairs did not have the function of regeneration, Qiao Luosang breathed a sigh of relief.She took out a gun from her pouch - the pouch was given to her after being made by Gu Kai, so it also has the function of storage - Qiao Luosang pointed at the tangled hair in the air, yes The quasi shot a bullet in the face.

No explosions, no sparks.The bullet shattered in mid-air, leaving only white powder floating down like a snowstorm.

Then, Qiao Luosang took out another lighter, lit it, and threw it out vigorously.

boom--

A brilliant white flame was lit in the void, and then a huge explosion sounded.

"Ahhh!"

The scream of the woman echoed in the hall.

The flames flared up, blazing ferociously from one section to the other.The raging fire bit the sea made of tangled black hair, and the light of the prairie fire was very dazzling.The fire is endless, freely purifying all the filth in front of him.

Qiao Luosang dexterously shuttled through the wildly dancing hair, and finally hid outside the door, closed the glass door, and listened to the endless wailing in the hall, until the sound stopped completely, she opened the door again go in.

The hair in the hall was almost burnt, like cobwebs that had been stabbed with a stick, scattered in all directions.

Qiao Luosang walked through the messy hall and walked towards the stairs, stepping on her scorched hair.

Just when she was about to step on the first step, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her wrist, as if someone had carved something on her skin with a knife.

"Hiss!" She gasped in irritation, and hurriedly raised her wrist to check.

I saw a snake-shaped black mark inexplicably appearing on the wrist that was originally fair.

Suddenly, some kind of noisy and confused raving came from her ear—this kind of raving was also heard when she was first brought into this different space.

"Jealousy... the hot oil in the blood, the poisonous flower in the bone. The original sin in the human heart."

"Degenerate...be jealous..."

"Your desire is the key to evolution."

"But only one of you can reach the side of the throne—"

Qiao Luosang clutched her aching wrist, and gradually a scarlet color appeared in her eyes, which was a sign when her talent was fully utilized.

Qiao Luosang raised his head.

The endless stairs have gradually become noisy.The monsters in the whole building seemed to have awakened, some were ready to attack, and some were still dormant in their lairs.

She suddenly understood without any teacher, what that babbling was talking about.

The "God" is selecting the envoy under his seat.

And these monsters locked in the same different space, including herself, in the end... There can only be one winner!

……

In the very center of Yanwei Town, someone built an altar with white bones.

These white bones are clean and complete, not stained with blood, not even a trace of flesh and blood.

Looking around from the highest point of the Bone Altar, one can find that the original Yanwei Town has been divided into seven separate spaces, each of which is completely different.

Among the seven different spaces, the only point of intersection is the bone altar in the center—or in other words, these seven spaces are continuously sending energy to the altar.

On the altar stood a man.

He was already old, his withered skin was almost clinging to his bones; but his demeanor showed a kind of vitality and strength that didn't match his age at all.

A silent golden bell was wrapped around his skinny wrist.

Beside him was a man in gray robe with low brow and pleasing eyes, who was whispering something to him:

"Seven original sins... Three candidates have been decided."

"Which three sects?" The old man turned his head slightly, his eyes were astonishingly bright, as if he wanted to tear apart the gray-robed man in front of him.

The gray-robed man replied sternly: "Angry, lazy, greedy."

The old man: "The last survivors... are all people from outside?"

The gray-robed man: "They are all from outside."

The old man was silent for a moment: "Zhen, didn't he try to reason with the enemy?"

"Zhen is dead," said the gray-robed man. "He should have gone to the 'Prison of Jealousy' to harvest the remaining monsters, but now that he is dead, the prison master of the 'Prison of Jealousy' can only be re-elected."

"...Forget it." The old man said dully, "The gap between our True Spirit Church and the Prevention and Control Bureau is very large. As long as we can finally select seven suitable prison masters."

"I just hope that in the end, these seven prison masters will not all be members of the Prevention and Control Bureau. Otherwise, the old man surnamed Ji will die of prestige?"