After knocking on the door of the evil god pretty [unlimited]

001.

In the damp and dark corridor exuding a musty smell, footsteps sounded from far to near, and a man with shoulder-length white half-long hair tied randomly behind his head walked up the stairs, accompanied by the sound of There was his brisk whistle.

The whistle was out of tune, or even out of tune, being pulled and twisted weirdly by the cramped corridors, but Si Qingyan didn't care and enjoyed it.

While walking upstairs, Si Qingyan casually looked at the unchanging corridors around him.

Dampness, moss, musty smell, everything in this building is incompatible with the bustling city below the window.

Three days ago, he was suddenly pulled into this building, and he was trapped in the building and could not leave.

At first, he thought he had finally lost his mind.

Later, I found the pile of crazy diary essays in one of the rooms, and knew that his life was connected with this building and had come to an end. The more demonic "guests" at his disposal, the more convinced he must be crazy.

Three days later, after he figured out what was going on, he calmed down. After all, it doesn't make any difference to him whether he is crazy or not?

After going up two more floors, Si Qingyan left the corridor and walked towards the corridor.

In the entire empty building, there was only one room on this floor that contained something. It felt very strange, as if the thing existed in his body.

If he guessed correctly, that thing should be the "resident" in this building, that is, the evil spirit.

At his age, Si Qingyan had never seen a ghost with his own eyes. Looking at the decaying door that was getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and began to look forward to it.

When he came to the door, Si Qingyan didn't knock on the door immediately, but arranged his clothes first. When meeting for the first time, he always made a good impression.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door, and the sound of the knock was distorted by the damp corridor. It was like an old man in his 80s and [-]s had a leak in his throat, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

No one answered the door.

"Knock knock."

司青砚看了眼自己左手手腕上的数字，那个数字已经从3:00:00变成00:00:08，前面的3代表天数，后面的8代表分钟。

Judging from the messy records in the diary, in another 8 minutes, he will enter the so-called dungeon.

"Open the door and pay the rent. I know you are inside." Si Qingyan smiled and took out the woodcutter found in the room where the diary was kept, thinking about the feasibility of tearing down the door.

In the darkness, something sighed and woke up from a deep sleep.

The number on Si Qingyan's wrist changed to five.

"Knock knock."

"Squeak..." Amidst the sour squeak, the door in front of Si Qingyan was opened a thin crack.

In the gap, a pair of blood eyes that seemed to have swallowed up all the evil in the world looked at Si Qingyan faintly.

The owner of the red eyes seemed to be in a bad state, bloodstains were faintly visible on the transparent and blurred body, but all this seemed insignificant in comparison with those eyes.

Being watched by those eyes, Si Qingyan felt his hands and feet were as cold as ice, and fear arose spontaneously.

Feeling the body trembling instinctively, the corners of Si Qingyan's mouth raised uncontrollably, and excitement appeared in his eyes, "The rent has been paid."

The owner of the red eyes frowned, his eyes were full of biting coldness after being woken up.

"Now this building is under my management." Si Qingyan revealed the black rune on his left wrist. According to the diary, the rune represented his connection with the building and its residents.

"Bang." The door was closed.

The smile on Si Qingyan's face became brighter, and he tried to order, "Open the door."

According to the diary, the homeowner is absolutely binding on the tenants.

The next second, the door opened.

Looking at each other again, Si Qingyan smiled brightly, while the face of the man in the room was dark.

The man seemed surprised. He tried to control his body, but he couldn't do it with all his strength. His eyes were as cold as ice, and when he looked at Si Qingyan again, his eyes were full of killing intent.

He seemed to have not spoken for a long time, his voice was very hoarse, "What did you do..."

Before he finished speaking, Si Qingyan's eyes were darkened.

The smell of green grass came rushing towards me, and the coolness of autumn came with it. When I could see things again, Si Qingyan was already standing on the edge of a mountain stream.

On both sides of the concrete slab road are rice ears that are gradually becoming golden, and the wind blows the rice ears, rustling.

The cement slab road penetrates the rice field and extends all the way to the village behind the woods on the mountainside in the distance.It was three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and the village was quiet, but some busy villagers could be vaguely seen in the field outside the village.

"here it is……"

"what happened?"

"Who are you and what is this place?"

"I'm out, I'm finally out..."

……

Uneasy and surprised noises sounded, Si Qingyan looked in the direction of the sound, and there was a group of people on the road behind him.

A group of people consisted of men and women. There were about fourteen or five people in total, the oldest was over 40, and the youngest were only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Faced with this sudden change, some people panic and others are joyful.

They were all pulled into a strange house not long ago, and before they figured out what was going on in that house, they appeared here again, how could they not panic?

"Keep quiet and listen to me." A tall, thin man wearing glasses came out from the crowd to speak.

Everyone stopped and looked at him.

"My name is Zuo Haoming." Zuo Haoming's gaze swept over everyone's faces one by one. When he glanced at Si Qingyan, he was stunned for a moment, with a flash of amazement in his eyes, but he quickly returned to his senses.

Si Qingyan's white half-long hair stuck out in a small knot at the back of his head, his skin was fair and delicate, his facial features were so beautiful that men and women could not be distinguished, and his whole person was so exquisite that he did not look like a living person.

Among a group of panicked people, he was the only one with a bright smile on his face, showing no trace of fear.

"Let me make a long story short. The place we are now can be understood as a supernatural dungeon. If you want to leave here and go back, you have to find the spirit possessed by the evil spirits that support this world and destroy it. If you fail to destroy it in seven days, everyone will die. .”

"This is the time." Zuo Haoming raised his left hand, and there was a string of numbers there.

Si Qingyan looked, and the number on his wrist had changed to 06:23:53, six days, 23 hours and 53 minutes, a total of seven days.

Zuo Haoming did what he said, and to make a long story short, he stopped talking after this one sentence.

Everyone waited for a while but didn't wait for the next word, and the pot exploded in an instant.

"Spiritual copy?"

"Spiritual possession?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Do you know what's going on in that house?"

"What about when time is up?"

……

Seeing everyone arguing non-stop, Zuo Haoming pushed his glasses and frowned deeply.

At the same time, two men and a woman in the crowd approached him. They were not as flustered as the others. This was not the first time they had experienced this.

"Old player?" Zuo Haoming asked.

The three nodded.

Zuo Haoming breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time looked at the village not far away, "Go and have a look first."

With that said, Zuo Haoming took the lead and walked towards the village, and the three old players, two men and one woman, immediately followed without hesitation.

They know what they have to do and have a clear goal.

Si Qingyan looked at the newcomers who were still arguing, and turned to follow.

Regarding the copies, Si Qingyan learned from his diary that these so-called copies are actually the world of evil spirits.

The resentment, hatred, and unwillingness in people's hearts before death are too strong to dissipate. After death, they possess the things that are important to them, and there is this whole world.

This world is not complete, but an endlessly repeating historical memory centered on evil spirits and closely related to evil spirits.

If they want to find the possessed spirit that supports the whole world, they must first understand what is going on in this world and what happened.

Seeing Si Qingyan and a group of people heading towards the village, the other people who had been making a fuss hurriedly followed after seeing this, for fear of being left alone.

The village is not far from here, and it only took a few minutes for a group of people to walk there.

The village is not big, with hundreds of households, and the planning is fairly neat and clean.

At the entrance of the village, several villagers who have finished their farm work are chatting at the entrance of the village.

The village is in the mountain, halfway up the mountain, and usually there are few outsiders here, but suddenly there are more than a dozen outsiders, very conspicuous, and the few people at the entrance of the village immediately looked at them.

Zuo Haoming took the lead and went towards them, "We are traveling here from outside. I heard that some interesting things happened in your village recently?"

The few villagers who were looking at Si Qingyan curiously were on alert for a moment.

Among the crowd, an older villager looked at Zuo Haoming suspiciously, "Travel? Why haven't I heard that there are still people here in our area?"

"We are from a magazine. Our company is engaged in team building. We came here for a picnic. I just heard from the village next door that some interesting things happened here, so I came here to ask." Zuo Haoming pushed his glasses. The words were somewhat believable, and he was full of bookishness.

A few villagers really believed it five or six points, and something happened in their village recently, and there was quite a lot of trouble.

"Are you here for an interview?"

Zuo Haoming smiled, "That's right, it depends on whether it's worth writing."

Several villagers looked at each other. It was the first time they met people from the magazine, which was very rare, and they couldn't help but stand up straight.

"Something has indeed happened in our village recently." The older villager made a fool of himself, whetted everyone's appetites, and then said: "Recently, a family in our village has been haunted by ghosts."

"Haunted?" Zuo Haoming pretended to be surprised.

The other newcomers who followed into the village were really surprised. Although they were making psychological preparations along the way, they still couldn't help being uneasy when facing all this.

Among all the people, only Si Qingyan was completely careless.

Facing this, Zuo Haoming pursed his lips slightly, feeling a little displeased.

Si Qingyan is as beautiful as a woman, and she looks thin and weak, with a nervous smile on her face, she looks like a vase with only appearance but no brains.

This kind of person usually can't survive a copy.

No, usually as long as something goes wrong, you will definitely be the first to die.

Si Qingyan was indeed absent-minded, all his attention was focused on the rune on his left hand.

The man with the terrifying blood eyes in the rune has been trying to break free from the shackles of the rune from the very beginning. He is so powerful that he tore at Si Qingyan's wrists like tears, but everything he did was In vain.

The runes restricted him obviously beyond his own strength.

In the rune, the man stared at Si Qingyan coldly with a pair of blood eyes, "What did you do?"

Si Qingyan tried to say in his heart: "The landlord has absolute binding force on the tenants, don't you know?"

The man was always in the building, and Si Qingyan thought he was an evil spirit signed by the previous owner.

The man frowned.

He seems to have set such a rule that the contracted evil spirits should not defy the contracted person, but that has been dusty memory for a long time, and he can't even remember the situation at that time.

"What's your name?" Si Qingyan was very interested.

The man didn't respond.

Si Qingyan asked, "How about I get one for you? Little red eye, cutie?"

Only by knowing the name, the contractor can sign a contract and summon the ghost, so that the ghost can be used by them.

The man remained silent, but stared at Si Qingyan coldly with shockingly red eyes, as if he was thinking about how to kill Si Qingyan.

The author says:

Post a new article, I want a lot of little flowers, twisting.jpg;

Hang up the advance receipt, ask for collection, refill mua;

The author's column can be seen - "Forced to raise cubs for the corpse king in the last days"

The virus is sweeping across the world, zombies are turning the world, corpse kings attack each other and kill each other, and the shortage of human supplies is horrific.

When leading the team to escape, Ji Yiqing temporarily softened his heart and rescued two little milk babies. The two little babies are white and clean, and they can call their father and want to hug them.

Not long after joining the survival team, Ji Yiqing was betrayed by his former friends and became the bait for the survival team to lure zombies next time.

In the warehouse, facing the zombies coming from all directions, Ji Yiqing thought that he was bound to die, but the two babies who were desperately protected in his arms let out a childish growl, but frightened the zombies .

……

Zai Zai No. 1: "Father is not afraid, whoever dares to bully Daddy again, Zai Zai will eat him!"

Zai Zai No. 2: "Dad said, you can't eat strange things. Zai Zai is obedient today, he didn't bully people, he didn't bully zombies, and he didn't eat strange things!"

After losing his cubs and killing them all the way, he came to the door and found the legendary ultimate pathogen feared by both gods and men: "..."

Ji Yiqing: "I don't know, I didn't do anything, they did it first!"

Facing the surprisingly cold handsome man who was clearly a corpse king, Ji Yiqing chose to run away.

On the first day of fleeing, Ji Yiqing was worried and couldn't sleep at night.

On the second day of fleeing, Ji Yiqing was elated and relaxed;

On the third day of fleeing, Ji Yiqing was blocked at the door by three corpse kings, one big, two small.

At night, looking at a big corpse king sleeping on his bed, Ji Yiqing cried, the agreement was only to raise cubs, why did the big ones rely on him?

?/The cub is not his own