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The house was surprisingly quiet, which made the sound especially harsh.

Thinking of what the butler said, Zhao Xiaotong's complexion changed: "No, Mr. Gui is here."

Fang Li's eyes darkened, and he said, "It's Guiwen, here to take revenge."

Zhao Xiaotong pursed her lips, she was still not used to Mr. Gui becoming Gui Wen.

While the two were talking, the voice had already reached the corridor. Gui Wen didn't seem to know which room was inhabited, so she knocked on the doors and windows one by one.

If no one responded inside, she would directly swing the sharp long scythe in her hand, and chop the door to pieces in two or three strokes.

It's not difficult to imagine that if these few blows fell on people, they might also be able to tear people into pieces.

She was in the yard, and if she escaped now, she would be like a sheep falling into a tiger's mouth.

But just waiting like this, it will only be a matter of time before Guiwen finds their room.

The bald head didn't care what would happen if he offended the NPC at this time, he pulled the butler up from the ground with a rope, shook his shoulder and said anxiously: "Aren't you looking for revenge against the scholar? Who is the scholar?"

He asked this question to the point, and it seems that he has pointed out the way to produce a copy—in any case, find out the scholar first.

However, none of the present present looked like a scholar.

The butler is nearly seventy years old, he has lost his paintings and is terribly old.

This old bone couldn't stand the bald head's torment. After the bald head asked for a long time, he only replied: "I don't know." Then he rolled his eyes irresponsibly and passed out.

The bald head was so angry that he was about to open his mouth to swear, when there was a rapid and flustered knock on the door.

Several people froze, thinking that it was Gui Wen who came over.

However, when they pricked up their ears and listened carefully, they realized that it was not.

"Open the door—help me! Help!!"

Hearing this voice, they remembered that there was another person left behind by them outside, Mu Junbo.

Fang Li got up and walked towards the door, Zhu Yicheng immediately followed him.

Mu Junbo's knock on the door became more and more urgent, as if something was getting closer to him.

Fang Li's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

According to the current situation, he preliminarily judged that the scholar might be Mu Junbo.

But if Mu Junbo is just a normal person, they will die innocently outside the door if they don't rescue Mu Junbo.

Zhu Yicheng actually didn't think that much, he listened for a while, and then reached out to open the door.

Fang Li stopped him in time.

"?" Zhu Yicheng looked at him with some doubts in his eyes.

Fang Li was about to tell him what he thought in his heart, when he heard the tone of the knocking on the door for help outside changed. He was no longer panicked, but began to change into hysteria.

"Open the door!" Mu Junbo yelled, banging on the door with his fist, "I know you are all inside!!"

The two behind the door took two steps back in unison.

But it was still a bit late, after the door was knocked several times, it opened from the middle to both sides with a creak.

Mu Junbo, who was outside the door, kept raising one arm, and fell straight into the room.

There was a long sickle stuck on his back, and half of the sickle had sunk into his body.Standing outside the door was Gui Wen in a sky-blue cheongsam.

Mu Junbo was lying on his face on the ground, it seemed that he was probably dying.

Gui Wen looked down at the corpse on the ground, but she curled her lips and giggled.

Because Fang Li and the others burned the painting, her face couldn't hold on.

Unlike the housekeeper, her change was not the aging of her face, but the skin on her face began to visibly fall off.

Her face was like a wall soaked in water, and the skin of the wall peeled off one by one, revealing the traces of being burned in the fire hidden in the innermost part.

Both Fang Li and Zhu Yicheng held their breath and did not dare to speak.

Originally thought that Gui Wen's "revenge has been avenged", Mu Junbo, who was lifeless on the ground in the next second, suddenly turned his head, turned 180 degrees in an extremely strange way, Fang Li could even hear the crisp sound of bones clinking.

Fang Li: "..." Is this a corpse cheating himself to death?

Immediately afterwards, he heard Zhao Xiaotong yelling at him: "Fang Li! Get out of the way!"

Subconsciously, he dragged Zhu Yicheng to the side for a few steps, but when he turned around, he saw Zhu Yicheng looking at him with a very strange expression.

He thumped in his heart, Zhu Yicheng was taken by a scholar? ?

Soon, Gui Wen's actions confirmed his thoughts.Gui Wen bent down and pulled out the long scythe stuck on Mu Junbo's back, and ran towards them.

Fang Li didn't let go of his handshake with Zhu Yicheng, but dragged him, gritted his teeth and ran out the door.

The other three people in the room also reacted from the sudden change. Although Zhao Xiaotong is a girl, she is not weak, so she picked up those round stools and threw them at Guiwen.

The bald head hurriedly fumbled for his pocket, and said in his mouth, "Wait, what about that photo? Can you burn the photo?"

Yu Jiaxi was so nervous that a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but she still calmly stopped her and said, "No, burning the photos will only irritate her."

"Photos are not good, but letters are good?" The bald head moved out all the props he could think of at this moment.

While talking, they also chased him out, and as soon as they went out, they saw Fang Li dragging Zhu Yicheng to run in the courtyard.

Zhu Yicheng was indeed possessed, but part of his mind was still awake. He shouted at Fang Li: "Fang Li! Let go!"

The person Gui Wen wants to kill is a scholar, but the scholar's soul is attached to other people, and it can always be pulled out in time before the possessed person dies, and another host is replaced.

It would be easy for Gui Wen to kill them, if this continues, sooner or later she will kill all the people here.

Sudden pain in his ankle, Fang Li staggered two steps and knocked his knee to the ground.

Where the scythe was hooked, the pantyhose was torn, blood oozing from the inside.

Fortunately, Fang Li had a cold these past few days, and he was wearing extra thick pants, otherwise the blade might have cut off one of his feet directly.

Zhu Yicheng was also injured on his leg, and before he could get up, Gui Wen's long sickle came over first.

"You're finally back." Gui Wen looked through Zhu Yicheng and looked at the scholar hiding in his body.

She seemed very satisfied that she finally had an enemy, and also knew that the scholar could be possessed by another person when he was dying, so she was not in a hurry to kill him all at once, but slowly, looking down at him like a cat catching a mouse .

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, a long time." She said to herself, her voice was destroyed in that fire, and now her voice is hoarse and unpleasant, and she has no trace of innocence at the beginning. A deep hatred remained. "Why did you come here?"

"I won't let you go again," Gui Wen said, slowly dragging the sickle, "This time, I will cut off your feet and put them in front of my brother's tombstone."

Zhu Yicheng tried to open his mouth a few times, but he couldn't say a word. He couldn't even move his whole body.

The scholar attached himself to him this time, and before he died, the two of them would be inseparable.

Seeing this, the others could only be anxious, because they tried to attack Gui Wen several times to attract her attention, but found that it didn't work.

There seemed to be some enchantment around Guiwen, they couldn't get close at all, and they were so anxious that they were dizzy.

Zhao Xiaotong and Yu Jiaxi had no choice but to come over and help Fang Li up. Zhao Xiaotong looked at his bleeding ankle and asked quickly, "Are you all right? Did you hurt any bones?"

The bone was not injured, but the flesh was injured, but the wound was charred black, and the bloody piece looked quite scary.

Fang Li looked at the blood, but suddenly had an idea.

He reached out and grabbed Yu Jiaxi's arm, and asked anxiously, "Can your doll transfer all the damage to others?"

Yu Jiaxi was taken aback, and seemed to dodge when answering: "Actually, I can't guarantee that all of them can be transferred, and the transferred objects have to be people within 50 meters."

She guessed Fang Li's thoughts, but this doll could not be transferred to any passer-by A, B, C, it had to be someone present.

Fang Li didn't care about the second half of the sentence at all, he nodded solemnly, and immediately said: "Quick, throw the doll to Zhu Yicheng, and let him write my name."

The necklace around his neck is a life-saving prop, and it looks quite powerful.

When Xie Baiyuan handed it to him, he didn't say how many times the necklace could be used. Fang Li deduced from Yu Jiaxi's doll that it could be used three times.

I used it once when I was attacked by the skinned female ghost before, but I don't know how many times it was left in his hands.

Although Yu Jiaxi was quite surprised, she immediately took out the doll and threw it towards Zhu Yicheng.

The strange thing is that they couldn't get close to Guiwen, but the doll was thrown to Zhu Yicheng's hand smoothly.

Zhao Xiaotong didn't have time to stop it, so she could only watch the doll being thrown over. Her eyes turned red and she said loudly, "What are you writing? Are you waiting to have your feet chopped off?"

Fang Li didn't have time to explain to her, so he could only say to her, "Trust me, nothing will happen."

He said this sentence in a hurry, but it gave people an unquestionable feeling.

So Zhao Xiaotong repeated to Zhu Yicheng at the top of his voice: "Zhu Yicheng! Write Fang Li's name on that doll!"

Zhu Yicheng naturally heard it, but he just grabbed the doll and held it tightly in the palm of his hand, without making any further moves.

Guiwen's long scythe had already pierced his thigh, and was slashing down little by little.

Zhao Xiaotong was in a hurry, and urged again: "Zhu Yicheng!"

Zhu Yicheng endured intense pain, but still did not respond.

Before entering this dungeon, he had a premonition that something was going to happen to him, and he couldn't sleep well for several nights in fear.

As a result, after the sickle really fell, he wasn't so afraid... Shit.

Who doesn't want to survive!But asking him to write Fang Li's name on the doll, wouldn't Fang Li die for him?

He can do what this bastard can do?

Zhu Yicheng was still closing his eyes tightly with an expression of waiting for death, when he heard Fang Li calling his name with dirty words.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the last sentence: "If you dare to die today, after you go out, I will find you a yin relative with you brother Yuan! When you introduce it, tell the matchmaker that the other party can be any type, male It doesn't matter if the woman is fat or thin, we beat singles to death!"

Zhu Yicheng tilted his head and glared at this side: "Damn it, I don't need this kind of blind date!"

Fang Li actually laughed in this situation: "Then write my name! I'll be fine."

Zhu Yicheng gritted his teeth, the desire to survive was re-stimulated by Fang Li.He dipped in the blood on the ground and quickly wrote the word "Fang Li" on the back of the doll.

As soon as the last stroke was finished, Guiwen's long scythe fell down.

The expected pain did not appear, and Gui Wen let out a suppressed roar from her throat. In the next second, the long scythe in her hand turned into a piece of rusty scrap iron, and the skin all over her body fell off at a faster rate.

After a few breaths, she turned into a skeleton without skin and flesh in front of everyone.

The necklace on Fang Li's neck also broke by itself, and fell to the ground with a thud.

With this fall, the round pendant fell apart from the middle, and a piece of paper the size of a coin ran out from inside.

The piece of paper was rough, as if it had been torn off in a hurry, and the handwriting was also in a hurry.

Fang Li picked up the thin piece of paper and saw clearly a line of small characters on it.

"Survive."

All kinds of voices filled my ears, noisy, like being surrounded by a group of people, listening to them arguing with each other.

Something broke free from the depths of my mind and gushed out uncontrollably.

Fang Li felt dizzy for a moment.