At the first sight of the strange group of people walking in, my scalp was already tense.

After listening to Boss Zhao's words, I was stunned at first, '雙'? How do you seem to have heard of it somewhere?

Boss Zhao was extremely seriously injured, but he didn't say a word at this time, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

One of his hands was still on my shoulder, and I could feel his whole body trembling, and I could even hear his teeth chattering.

I couldn't remember for a while, where I had heard of the existence of '陙', but from Boss Zhao's reaction, I already felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

What a terrible thing it is to make the boss of the ghost mountain so frightened that he can even forget such a huge pain.

What made me even more uneasy was that at this time, I found that my left hand, no, the Buddhist bead on my left wrist, was shaking incessantly.

I could feel that this was not that Monk Jinghai had any message to convey to me, but that the old monk was also in great panic, curled up in the Buddha beads, and couldn't help himself trembling!

魙...... What the hell is it?

How can I make the two 'strongmen' I know so scared?

I barely held back my heartbeat and looked out through the crack in the door again.

This time, cold sweat was pouring down, and the line of people and horses as smooth as shrimp was still entering through the first bronze door, and the number was unimaginable.

What makes people feel chilled all over the body is that those 'Wei' who were feared by Boss Zhao like a tiger, although they all lowered their heads and were expressionless, but after entering the door, they all took strange steps and walked directly towards this side!

I still haven't figured out what the so-called skull is.

However, in the face of this kind of scene, the depression and strong fear in my heart made me have no doubt that as long as there was a 1 in 10,000 possibility, even with my bare hands, I would not hesitate to dig a crack in the ground and hide in it regardless of the head, in order to avoid this team of unknown horrors.

However, as the saying goes, once a person's fear reaches the limit, the brain will become more sensitive than usual.

I couldn't figure out where they came from, but I noticed the bronze door they had entered.

The first bronze door had been burned red by the flames within, and it seemed that it could melt at any moment.

However, the sting, which is still flowing in, is not affected by the high temperature in the slightest.

I no longer forced myself to think back to the origin of the sting, but suddenly thought of the bronze door, which didn't seem to have been pushed open by the sting.

The bronze door in front of us, after spewing out several scorching air currents, didn't seem to continue to burn inside.

The purpose of the eruption of the copper door seems to be to use the reaction force to push the door shut.

The first bronze door was burning violently, and there was no other passage to the outside in the space between the two bronze doors, and the two bronze doors were closed at the same time, and the middle part was equivalent to being closed......

I couldn't help but gasp, the secret hidden in this bronze door was not set up to stop the corpse insect Gu, but to use the principle of vacuuming, the purpose was to use the second door to open the burning first door after the first door caught fire.

In fact, the truth in this is very simple, the violent combustion is bound to require a lot of air, the combustion of the first copper door consumes a lot of air between the two doors, the portal in front of us is equivalent to the vent, once closed, the previous copper door is naturally sucked open.

The person who designed this bronze gate actually wanted to put this team of stumps in!

That person actually knew that there were monsters here, and he carefully laid out the mechanism to reserve a passage for them?

This seems more terrible than the prophets......

The point is, where did these goons come from?

If they have always been here, where were they before they appeared? Also, why do they appear at this time? Moreover, it is still heading straight for the place where Boss Zhao and I are hiding?

There was a sudden heavy wheezing sound behind me, and my brain jumped, and I hurriedly turned my head, and my eyes immediately widened in shock.

Boss Zhao didn't know when he ran to Zang Zhiqiang's side, and was riding on him, pinching Zang Zhiqiang's neck with both hands!

"What are you doing?!"

I hurriedly rushed forward and kicked him off Zang Zhiqiang.

Boss Zhao rolled over and got up, hunched over and pounced again.

"You're looking for death?!"

I shouted in a bluff, and hurriedly dragged Zang Zhiqiang up and carried him behind me.

Boss Zhao didn't pay attention to his injuries anymore at this time, just bent his waist, kept bending and stretching his ten fingers, and stared at me with a fierce light in his eyes...... Or rather, Zang Zhiqiang staring at me behind me.

"Boy, give him to me!"

"Are you nervous? As I said, he has nothing to do with how he got out of here......"

"If you want to live, give him to me!" Boss Zhao abruptly interrupted me and took another step forward.

At this moment, he was just like me, with only a pair of pants left on his body, and I could see more intuitively, in addition to his face, half of his body was burned by the sudden eruption of heat from the copper door just now.

However, he didn't seem to feel pain at all, but like a wolf that had been hungry for three days and three nights, his whole body exuded murderous arrogance.

I was intimidated by his murderous aura, and couldn't help but shudder twice: "What the hell do you want to do?" ”

"If we want to live, he must die!"

Boss Zhao stretched out his tongue and licked the skin of his mouth, his eyes turned to me, exuding a strange cold light, and his voice was pressed as if he was squeezed out of his throat: "Those outside are the fish, they are inhumane, they will kill all the people here." Now the only way is to find a dead ghost to come out......"

Boss Zhao's spirit seems to have become abnormal, and his expression and tone of voice are even more chilling.

What he said can be described as incoherent, however, through his words, I suddenly thought of the origin of the stinger!

I've never heard anyone mention the existence of the Tsuki, and I've never seen anything like this before.

The understanding of '魙' comes from ghost magic!

I couldn't get up for a while, because on the bark of the tree where the ghost magic was recorded, there were so few records of '陙' that were almost negligible.

Only two sentences.

The first sentence is: People die as ghosts, and ghosts die as ghosts; The fear of ghosts, the fear of ghosts!

From this, it can be seen that the ghost is a product of the ghost's death!

I have been ignoring this point because I have the impression that after death, people become ghosts, and if ghosts are persecuted by magic again, the consequences will only be that their souls will be scattered, and they will never be reborn.

When I first saw this in ghost magic, I thought it was incredible, and I even suspected that ghost magic was not completely rigorous, and the people who recorded ghost magic were somewhat taken for granted......

But at this moment, I suddenly realized that ghost magic was not less rigorous, but there was no more rigorous and all-encompassing record of evil and ghostly spirits......