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

On the ground, the chopped things seemed to be dead, motionless.

"What is this?" Si Qingyan asked.

"Things mixed with obsession and malice, garbage." The man looked coldly at the cracked shrine that fell to the ground, and the statue in the shrine was gone.

When Si Qingyan looked at the wood-like things he chopped down under his feet, he suddenly had a strange guess in his heart, is this a statue of a god?

The idol came to life?

"Not dead yet." The man's cold voice repeated.

Floating in the air, he looked down at Si Qingyan who was still kneeling on the ground. Si Qingyan's face was stained with a lot of blood, especially his face. The red blood was shocking on his fair skin.

What is more eye-catching is the constant smile on his face.

"Huh..." There was a voice in the darkness.

Si Qingyan looked, and the person who made the sound was Zuo Haoming.

Zuo Haoming's only remaining eye widened, and the blood-stained eye stared straight at Si Qingyan, with incredible and undigested fear in his eyes.

He and the other two people heard a voice from here and followed the sound to find them. They didn't approach rashly, they were planning to take a look from afar.As a result, before they could react, they were pulled down the stairs.

By the time he reacted, the other two were already dead, and for him, one hand was broken and one eye was stabbed blind.

He understood almost immediately that the black shadow in front of him was far more powerful than the two ghosts before, but it was too late when he realized it.

He thought he was bound to die, and then he saw Si Qingyan...

He already knew that Si Qingyan's mind was abnormal, but he didn't expect Si Qingyan to be so crazy. What made him even more unexpected was that Si Qingyan actually had a contract ghost in red!

Red clothes are the most powerful type of ghosts in the dungeon. They usually have reason. Although they are still controlled by killing intent and anger most of the time, they are not something humans can deal with with reason.

Even with dozens of ordinary contract ghosts, they are nothing more than praying mantises in front of the red clothes.

Si Qingyan got up and wanted to go over.

He just stood up and felt dizzy for a while. When he looked down, his abdomen was bleeding continuously.

Si Qingyan's pretty eyebrows frowned slightly, his white palm rubbed against the bloody mouth, he finally washed himself clean, and his clothes were also clean...

Si Qingyan came to Zuo Haoming, tilted his head slightly and looked down at him who was sitting against the wall, "Are you going to die?"

Zuo Haoming's consciousness has been blurred. He was seriously injured and lost a lot of blood. Hearing this, the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably, "Help, help me stop the bleeding..."

He felt that he could still struggle a little more.

Si Qingyan bent his left hand, and pulled the wood chopping knife over his elbow with the blade facing upwards, wiping the blood off the knife.

With the knife behind his back, he turned to look for something to help stop the bleeding.

As soon as he turned his head, he felt dizzy again, and the massive blood loss made him dazed.

Si Qingyan touched his bleeding place again, and he patted it lightly, as if saying good, he didn't want it to continue to bleed, it made him dizzy.

When he was dizzy, his mind stopped turning.

The man who had been paying attention to the wood on the ground had a strange expression on his face. He followed Si Qingyan, who had left bloody footprints all over the floor, towards the hall.

After leaving the study, Si Qingyan turned his head, trying to find something that could be used to stop the bleeding in the hall.

His head was dizzy, he didn't dare to turn his head hard, so his whole body turned accordingly.

Seeing Si Qingyan's clumsy penguin-like movements, the man floating in the air didn't want to pay attention, but his eyes uncontrollably looked over, and fell on the wound on Si Qingyan's abdomen.

He stepped forward, "Don't move if you don't want to die."

While speaking, he stretched out his transparent and slender hand to cover Si Qingyan's injured abdomen.

Something red like a thin thread got into the wound, and quickly sutured the penetrating wound on Si Qingyan's abdomen.

Si Qingyan looked at it, and obediently remained motionless.

After the wound was stitched up, as soon as the man raised his head, he stared straight at his superior, Qingyan, with wide and beautiful eyes.

Seeing Si Qingyan's face close at hand, the man paused and distanced himself.

"All right."

Si Qingyan lowered his head and touched his stitched wound. He tried his best to turn his head, "You were a doctor before you died?"

The man ignored it and continued to look at the study room warily.

Although that thing was made bodyless by Si Qingyan, it didn't die.

He tried to perceive that if that thing takes shape, then everyone will die in this copy, including Si Qingyan.

But the previous injury had greatly reduced his ability. Even though the century-old sleep still remained unchanged, he couldn't find the specific location of the thing.

He frowned.

"Is that a tailor?"

The man choked.

"The craftsmanship is pretty good." Si Qingyan affirmed with a serious face.

The man tried to say something, but Si Qingyan had already walked towards the sofa and took the sofa release from it.

In the study room, Zuo Haoming was already in a semi-conscious state, and when he realized that there was a figure in front of him, his eyelids trembled.

Si Qingyan knelt on the ground, looked at Zuo Haoming and then at the sofa in his hand, feeling a little embarrassed.

Zuo Haoming's left eye has been completely broken and must be removed, otherwise the wound will definitely become infected.His right arm was also completely broken, and the wounds were uneven, making it quite troublesome to deal with.

Think about it, Si Qingyan tore the sofa into strips, and first helped Zuo Haoming tightly bandage his arms.

After finishing these, Si Qingyan laid Zuo Haoming flat on the ground, took a knife and continued to treat Zuo Haoming's eyes.

A few minutes later, Si Qingyan got up and looked at the other three corpses in the room.

Aunt Li and Zhong Heguang had obvious penetrating wounds on their bodies, obviously caused by the black figure just now, but not Xia Zhen.

Not a single piece of skin on Xia Zhen's body was intact, and her bones were severely misplaced. Her eyes were widened to the limit, and they were full of despair, fear, and hair.Countless hairs protruded from her eyeballs.

Si Qingyan bypassed her and walked towards the shrine where she was smashed to death.

The Buddha statue in the shrine had disappeared, only a box was left. Si Qingyan kicked it with his feet, and the wooden boards were scattered all over the floor.

Si Qingyan remembered what Zuo Haoming said before, this statue is very effective.

In the silence, a vague sense of gaze suddenly came.

Si Qingyan immediately looked in the direction of the line of sight, and Xia Zhen knelt on the ground with blood and flesh.

Si Qingyan hesitated for a moment, then walked towards her.

Coming to Xia Zhen, Si Qingyan quietly looked into those bloodshot eyes.

In the darkness, the fear and despair in those eyes were infinitely magnified, making one unable to hold one's breath.

Si Qingyan remained motionless, quietly watching those eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The pair of eyes that should have been dead suddenly turned, and one of them stared at Si Qingyan as if it had come alive, with viciousness and murderous intent in the eyes.

That scene was extremely scary, the eyes of the dead body moved by themselves, and the eyes were still covered with hair and blood.

The man who was also paying attention to Xia Zhen's body reacted almost immediately. He raised his hand, but before he could do anything, Si Qingyan had already stabbed him back.

Xia Zhen's entire head was knocked to the side, and the eye that moved suddenly was even sunken, and thick red liquid flowed out.

In a half-confused state, Si Qingyan held up the knife and waited quietly.

He knows this, hitting wherever he moves is called whack-a-mole.

Si Qingyan concentrated his attention, but the thing never appeared again.

Si Qingyan was disappointed, and put away the knife he held high.

"Zuo, Zuo Haoming?" A tentative and nervous female voice suddenly sounded in the darkness, the voice came from the stairs.

Si Qingyan left the study and came to the hall, where a woman was standing at the corner of the stairs.

"Si Qingyan?" Xu Qingqiong recognized Si Qingyan's iconic white hair, and she hurried downstairs.

"Where's Zuo Haoming?" After going downstairs, Xu Qingqiong asked.

Si Qingyan pointed to the study room, and during the movement, Si Qingyan found that the man had returned to the rune.

Xu Qingqiong immediately went to the study.

When she came to the door of the study, she saw the injured Zuo Haoming and the dead Xia Zhen, Aunt Li, Zhong Heguang in the study, she gasped, "How could this happen? They, Zuo Haoming, he..."

"Alive."

Xu Qingqiong breathed a sigh of relief, but her frowns were still tightly locked.

"The idol came to life."

"What?" Xu Qingqiong exclaimed.

Si Qingyan pointed to the shrine box on the side, and then pointed to the wood on the ground. The wood that had been chopped to pieces by him was bleeding continuously, as if what he chopped to pieces was not a piece of wood but a person.

Only then did Xu Qingqiong notice what was piled up by her feet, and she took two steps back in fright.

There was another faint sound of footsteps at the top of the stairs, and she immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

At the top of the stairs, three figures walked cautiously downstairs.

The leader was Xiong Hua, followed by Wen Wenguang and another newcomer.

Seeing Si Qingyan and Xu Qingqiong, Xiong Hua went downstairs and looked at the door of the study with a blank expression on his face.

"Aunt Li!" Wen Wenguang exclaimed when he saw Aunt Li lying on the ground. Aunt Li has been taking good care of him.

He instinctively wanted to go in, but after taking a step, he immediately retracted his foot. The eyes of several corpses in the room were all wide open, and their expressions were all stuck at the moment of death, surprised, terrified, painful, and desperate.

The other newcomer looked away after just one glance. He covered his mouth and nose, his face pale.

"What's going on?" Xiong Hua asked.

Si Qingyan didn't hide anything, and told the situation just now.

Hearing that the idol had come back to life, the three of Xiong Hua's expressions were extremely ugly.

In the beginning, there was only one ghost in this dungeon, and they couldn't deal with it, but now, one ghost became three.

"How long will it be before dawn?" Xiong Hua asked.

"More than 40 minutes." Xu Qingqiong looked at the time.

Xiong Hua glanced at Zuo Haoming, turned around and walked towards the hall, "Move him out."

Xu Qingqiong looked at Xiong Hua who was completely unprepared to help, her expression was not very good.

Ever since Xiong Hua found out that he was the most powerful of them, he never paid them any attention, and spoke with a somewhat commanding air.

Xiong Hua asked them to move Zuo Haoming out not because he was worried about Zuo Haoming, but because Zuo Haoming was the only one among the group of people who could summon a contract ghost, and was the only one who was useful.

Xu Qingqiong and Si Qingyan worked together to move Zuo Haoming out of the study and put him on the sofa in the middle of the living room.

Xiong Hua had already sat down on the sofa.

"What should we do now?" Wen Wenguang asked, with obvious tremors and breakdown in his voice.

There were originally fifteen of them, but now there are only six left, not even half of the original number.

This is only the second night. If things go on like this, they won't even survive tomorrow night and they will all die in this villa!

As long as they survived the remaining 40 minutes, there would still be a day, but so far they have not grasped any clues. They almost turned the entire villa upside down, but still did not find the possessed spirit.

"Is the thing on your neck a decoration, don't you think for yourself? Why, you're still waiting for me to take you out after everything is settled?" Xiong Hua looked over with a stinky face, he was already in a bad mood.

Wen Wenguang's face quickly turned red.

Xu Qingqiong said, "We have searched all the places in the entire villa, unless the thing is not in the villa, otherwise I really don't understand why we can't find it."

No one spoke, and there was silence in the darkness.

The darkness enveloped everyone, and the lingering fear and bloody smell enveloped everyone together.

"Where are Qian Huaishan and the others?" Xiong Hua asked.

Those closest to that female ghost were Qian Huaishan's family, the ones who killed her were also Qian Huaishan's family, the ones she hated and wanted to kill most were also Qian Huaishan's family, Qian Huaishan and the others must know something else.

Xu Qingqiong shook her head, "I don't know."

"Why are you not optimistic about them?" Xiong Hua asked.

Xu Qingqiong choked, they were not obligated to protect Qian Huaishan's family, not to mention that the situation at that time was not something they could protect if they wanted to.

"If they are dead, how can we find them?" Xiong Hua said, "We must find them after dawn, and if we can't find the possessed objects during the day..."

He didn't finish, but everyone in the room knew that if they couldn't find it during the day tomorrow, they would have to die tomorrow night.

No one spoke anymore, and the darkness returned to dead silence again.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and everyone's nerves were highly tense, waiting and guarding.

At the moment of dawn, everyone in the living room couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the ray of light gradually brightening outside the window.

Xu Qingqiong fell down on the sofa, all the muscles in her body were screaming and aching.

The same is true for Wen Wenguang and another newcomer. It was not obvious before it was dark, but after dawn, their woes were fully revealed. There were dozens of wounds on their bodies, large and small.

Except for Zuo Haoming, Si Qingyan is the scariest of all.

The wound on Si Qingyan's abdomen was shocking, blood flowed down his wound, staining half of his body red.

Si Qingyan touched his forehead, and he began to feel dizzy again. This time, he was not only dizzy, but also had severe pain from the wound on his abdomen.

Lying on the sofa, Si Qingyan couldn't help asking in his heart: "Am I dying?"

He was so dizzy that he couldn't think anymore.

The man opened his eyes and saw that there was no fear of imminent death on Si Qingyan's face in a daze, but a dazed and well-behaved face.

The man suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart. He remembered what Si Qingyan had said before that he would live next door to him if he died.

"Can't die."

He doesn't allow it.

"It's okay." Si Qingyan seemed to feel no pain, and his blood returned instantly, and he got up from the sofa.

Looking at Si Qingyan's swaying body quickly, he raised his forehead.

The man was dumbfounded, is Si Qingyan an idiot?