Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

Angels and Demons 15

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A face covered with mold was facing Zhou Yan.

His skin has collapsed, leaving only a layer of shriveled flesh tightly attached to the skull, which is covered with dense plaques. He seems to have encountered something terrible. A mouth opened to the limit of human beings, and the sunken His eye sockets were staring at Zhou Yan.

An extremely strong stench hit his face.

In an instant, Zhou Yan was dizzy from the smoke. He didn't care to check the surrounding environment, and immediately stepped back. Just as he was moving his feet, a cold hand grabbed his ankle.

The corpse, or it couldn't be called a corpse, raised its head slowly, and two wriggling white maggots crawled out of the sunken eye sockets, replacing his eyeballs. The bright red tentacles at the front of the maggots collided with each other, confirming the direction of the prey.

Caught tightly by the mold-covered hand, Zhou Yan couldn't help but grunt in extreme pain, and he could even feel the sand-like touch of the mycelium on the mold invading the skin.

He broke through the illusion, but his body is still in this terrible basement.

And, from which phantom can we know that the evil spirit incarnated by that man has not disappeared yet!

Zhou Yan resisted the desire to vomit, and hurriedly tried to take out the cross on his neckline.

The undead man let out a strange giggling sound, as if he had seen through Zhou Yan's plan, he pulled Zhou Yan inside forcefully, trying to bring him to a place.

Even in such a dim environment, Zhou Yan could see two strange red dots in the corner not far away.

It is the eye of the Pazuzu statue.

"Damn it!" Zhou Yan cursed secretly, the pain in his feet suddenly increased, and he felt as if his ankle had been torn off abruptly.

His hands soaked in cold sweat tried to take out the cross several times, but his hand trembled uncontrollably. Every time he tried to take out the cross successfully, the cross always slipped off accidentally.

It seemed that there was an inexplicable and invisible force deliberately preventing him from taking out the cross.

The maggots in the man's eye sockets danced even more crazily, twisting into strange arcs, and their tentacles collided with each other, celebrating the coming gluttonous feast.

At this moment, Zhou Yan had been dragged to the side of the man. He opened his festering mouth, revealing his sharp white teeth. Pieces of pus-like minced meat fell from his face unbearably, dripping on the ground, and instantly turned into The pungent blue smoke.

He slowly bent down, and when his teeth were about to touch Zhou Yan's tight skin, suddenly a force came from his shoulders, stopping his movements.

A bloody female ghost was riding on his shoulders, she laughed wildly, her eyes were full of vicious hatred, she opened her blue and white hands, and tightly covered his eyes.

Zhou Yan felt that the force dragging him had suddenly weakened, and he could not miss the opportunity, so he finally took out the cross.

The surface of the cross is covered with a crystal clear film, which is slowly emitting holy white light.

The silver-like white light instantly illuminated the small basement.

【Ding!Congratulations to player Zhou Yan for getting a skill upgrade, from a novice exorcist with rich theoretical knowledge to an exorcist who tested the truth in practice. 】

With the upgrade of skills, Zhou Yan only felt that the sleepiness in his whole body was swept away, replaced by an endless and powerful force.

The cross in his hand shone with a more powerful light.

The man covered his eyes in pain as if being scorched by a raging fire, and the evil spirit on his shoulder also suffered the same injury. She wailed and began to struggle violently.

Zhou Yan didn't expect to hurt them at the same time. He wanted to take back the cross, but an extremely majestic force stopped him.

It was as if a pair of invisible and strong hands were driving away the evil spirits instead of him.

It is the power of God!

It was the first time that Zhou Yan felt such a strange experience in the dungeon, as if the will of God really descended on him, solemn and solemn, bound to dispel the darkness of the world and bring the light of redemption.

He withdrew his hand vigorously, and the protruding blue meridians could be seen faintly on the forearm, but God's will was unquestionable, and the cross was still emitting holy white light.

"Don't hurt her!"

Zhou Yan uttered a word with difficulty through his teeth. He wanted to stop God's actions, but the hand that belonged to him didn't obey at the moment.

At this moment, the female ghost's figure became very faint, like a puff of smoke. If she let the holy light shine for another moment, she would disappear from the world forever.

At this moment, there was a soft sound from behind, and the white cloth floating from behind covered the female ghost's body, showing her struggling shape, and at the same time covered the evil spirit under her.

The white cloth was soaked with muddy stains and exuded an unsettling smell, fishy and foul.

Maybe it was because of covering the shape of the evil spirit, the tough and ruthless force gradually escaped from Zhou Yan's hand. After feeling loose, Zhou Yan hurriedly put the cross back on his collar, and when he turned his head, he saw Ji Fangwei looked at Butuan who was still struggling with a serious expression.

Apparently, the two evil spirits got rid of the light of the holy light and began to fight each other under the white cloth. The dark red blood stains soaked the dirty white cloth. After a while, the whole white cloth was soaked in rich blood color.

"What it is?"

Zhou Yan covered his mouth and nose, and asked in a low voice.

Ji Fangwei slowly took out a rope. Hearing Zhou Yan's question, his forward figure paused slightly, as if he didn't want to answer Zhou Yan's question. After a while, he said; "The ancient shroud, evil nasty stuff."

Zhou Yan was suffocating for breath, and his face was wrinkled into a ball. Unexpectedly, Ji Fangwei was still carrying this prop, so he took another step back gently.

He knocked against a soft object under his feet. He looked back and found that Michael was lying behind him.

His eyes were closed, his hands were folded on his chest, as if he hadn't made a sound, the baseball cap on his head had been thrown somewhere, and his golden hair was spilled on the ground.

Is it okay?

Zhou Yan's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to wake Michael up, he heard a slight snoring sound coming from his body.

"Slept soundly," Zhou Yan kicked his waist lightly, and said, "Wake up."

Michael waved his hand in annoyance, turned over, muttered something, and fell back into a deep sleep.

"He's fine." Ji Fangwei's voice sounded behind him.

Zhou Yan's whole body tensed up instantly. One of his purposes for waking up Michael was to try not to be alone with Ji Fangwei, lest he ask why he sneaked into his storage room.

Not only did he get dragged into the dungeon, but Ji Fangwei also came to find him.

What should be faced must be faced.

Zhou Yan turned around nervously, not daring to look into Ji Fangwei's eyes, squinting at the empty corner of the basement, before he could speak, he said immediately: "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have sneaked in."

Ji Fangwei didn't expect Zhou Yan to apologize to him, he was slightly taken aback, and then said helplessly: "It's okay, you can go in that place."

Hearing that Ji Fangwei didn't mean to blame himself, Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Ji Fangwei was tying up the struggling evil spirit, he couldn't help saying, "Let me help you."

"Need not."

Ji Fangwei tied a complicated knot and silently recited complicated mantras. As he recited, golden runes gradually appeared on the rope, slowly shrinking like a living thing, and the white cloth The two evil spirits below gradually calmed down.

Seeing him exorcising demons so skillfully, Zhou Yan became more curious about his true identity, why he performed so many strange rituals.

Even if it is a dungeon player, his ability is too powerful.

As if aware of Zhou Yan's curious gaze, Ji Fangwei explained: "I have experienced a similar dungeon before and learned a kind of exorcism."

Zhou Yan thought about it and said, "Is it related to that mirror?"

"No," Ji Fangwei shook his head and said, "It has something to do with that thing in the mirror."

Zhou Yan thought of the person in the mirror who was exactly like himself, and his heart beat faster. He asked hesitantly, "What is that?"

"The one sealed in the mirror is a powerful demon, one of the three demons who rule hell," Ji Fangwei said an answer that surprised Zhou Yan, "That demon is called Mephisto."

"Mephisto?" Zhou Yan said the name of the demon without hesitation. He also knew something about this demon, and said, "I remember that he is the demon who masters dreams."

"Not only can he manipulate dreams, but his most important ability is to bewitch people and pry into the secrets of people's hearts." Ji Fangwei's eyes flickered. Obviously, the dungeon he experienced last time made him a little tricky. "The most difficult thing to master is He could appear through anything like a mirror, so it took some effort to grab him."

"I see."

Zhou Yan suddenly realized, no wonder the man in the mirror can show those illusions.

In fact, Mephisto also saw through the secrets in his heart. Subconsciously, he had a slight doubt about Ji Fangwei, so he conjured up a series of illusions to provoke dissension, making himself suspicious.

Fortunately, he was not bewitched by Mephisto, or in other words, he was actually bewitched by some Mephisto.

In his heart, he had many doubts about Ji Fangwei.

Seeing Zhou Yan's eyes flicker, Ji Fangwei also guessed that Mephisto must have done something to sow discord.

He wanted to say something, but in this environment, it was obviously inappropriate, so he could only say: "I will tell you the truth after the copy is released."

"The truth you want to know." Ji Fangwei looked directly into Zhou Yan's eyes and made a promise.

Zhou Yan's eyes lit up, and he agreed, "Okay!"

"Giggle!"

Weird laughter came from the altar, and the almost forgotten statue of the evil god opened its beak like a falcon, and countless overlapping human voices came: "I didn't expect you to seal Mephisto, thank you so much!" You guys got rid of a competitor for me."

The evil god turned into a huge black palm in an instant, and stretched out to Zhou Yan unexpectedly.

Ji Fangwei reacted very quickly and stood in front of Zhou Yan in an instant.

"Hee hee hee! Stupid human being, useless character."

The hand transformed by the statue of Pazuzu just swayed past, twisted in half in mid-air, grabbed the two evil spirits on the ground, and said: "However, at this moment, I am most grateful to you for helping me catch This troubled soul!"

"He is delicious!"

An unprovoked cold wind blew through the entire narrow basement, and the strong air flow engulfed disgusting mold, turning into dark green dust storms.

Rolling up from the center of the basement, wailing grimaces emerged from the dust, constantly approaching the two of them, and it only took a moment to swallow them.

The strong and pungent rancid smell came continuously, and the bone-chilling cold made Zhou Yan tremble all over.

it's too cold.

The never-before-seen cold made Zhou Yan's thoughts freeze like cement, he could only stand there stupidly, watching helplessly as the storm was about to engulf him.

Suddenly, he fell into a warm embrace. Someone was hugging him tightly, putting his palms on his head, and protecting his whole body in the embrace. The sudden temperature made Zhou Yan gradually regain consciousness. Hearing the steady heartbeat in the man's chest, for some reason, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

The author says:

I'm not in a good state recently - I'll keep working hard