Without any worries, the white rune chain, as if alive in an instant, instantly restrained the woman's entire body, and the original "black army" like locusts crossing the border spread to the left half of the woman's face, all the way down, and even spread to the back of the woman's left hand, Qin Mu estimated that the left half of the body was patronized by the black army.

As soon as the white rune came out, the pace of the black army slowed down, and the black army on the back of the woman's hand became sticky little by little, and it was not spreading, at first glance, it looked like a group of worms, wriggling and solidifying on the black soil.

"Do you really think this will bind me?" The woman was still tied up like a dumpling by the rune chain before, but now she was not afraid at all, and the white rune chain was wandering on her body, which could only make the black "mole" solidify on the woman's body, but it could not cause the slightest damage to the woman.

In other words, Qin Mu's hesitation just now missed the best opportunity to hit that woman hard.

"What do you think?" Qin Mu used his hand as a sword finger, and began to condense the runes in mid-air, injecting spiritual power, and mysterious runes poured out, and Qin Mu's face became more and more pale.

"Wu Zhu! Don't you notice that when you are weak, you attract ghosts? The woman was not afraid of Qin Mu's movements at all, and spoke.

Qin Mu naturally found out, if it was normal, where would there be so many strange things happening around him, it was the woman who was broken by Duan Zi, when her head was dangling everywhere, Qin Mu didn't touch it, all he met was the people around him, with Qin Mu's physique, it would be good if he didn't find trouble with ghosts, which ghost with no eyes would come to him?

But when he dies weakly, the spiritual power carried by Wu Zhu himself is a great tonic for any ghost, so when he is weak, the number of ghosts around him is hundreds.

Thinking like this, in the dim light, pieces of ghosts came out of the wall, and the four walls were densely squatting with all kinds of ghosts, or spirits, looking around, one by one, black and oppressive, strangely shaped, all staring at their eyes, or curious, or hungry, or contemptuous, or mocking at Qin Mu.

Most ghosts, except for a few extremely stinky and beautiful ones, or those that have been cultivated for a long time, will change their appearance slightly, and most of them, what they look like when they die, what they look like after they become ghosts. Therefore, Qin Mu's yin and yang eyes are not open all day long, who wants to see something bloody all day long, floating beside him, in Qin Mu's words, it is full of food.

However, when there are ghosts and monsters approaching, with Qin Muwuzhu's spiritual sense, he can still sense it.

This time, because the abyssal resentment released by this demon filled the entire room, and Qin Mu was weak, he didn't notice that there were so many ghosts in this house at all.

Yes, when he opened the door and saw the corridor, Qin Mu should have noticed that this hospital was unusual.

What age is it, and what hospital will have the decoration that only existed in the nineties, the green wall skirts, the dim and flickering lights, and the wet floor, this decoration is too "atmospheric", Qin Mu should have thought of it a long time ago, but he was slow and didn't react.

In fact, from the moment he opened the door, Qin Mu had already entered a place similar to the enchantment in novels or comics, to put it in layman's terms, it was a ghost hitting the wall.

It's just that this time the ghost hit the wall, but it's not a good ghost in order not to let pedestrians get lost, this time, if it is really planted here, it is an eternal anecdote in the history of Wuzhu, a gluttonous feast of demons and monsters.

This is because the soul or body of a cultivator is the best tonic for cultivation for these lower three realms (the so-called lower three realms, i.e., demons, ghosts, and demons).

Looking around at the ghosts around, Zhen Nima has everything, except for ghosts, even the extremely strange-looking spirits are involved, these spirits are not really bad, but such a good thing, anyone who is under the three ways can't resist, and they are all thinking about how to get a piece of the pie.

Qin Mu took a deep breath, the judge's pen that was far away on the hospital bed was trembling all over, Qin Muqiang was fighting his spirit to condense his spiritual power, and the judge's pen suddenly rose nearly three times, and with a "whew", he made a circle in the air and flew towards Qin Mu.

"Moving things?" The woman sneered, at this time, its eyes have become a state of turning upward, revealing the whites of its eyes, the green tendons next to its eyes are highlighted, its face is already gray and white, and it exudes a strange smile from time to time, and the black breath that comes out of its mouth exudes all kinds of stench, such an abyssal resentment is a great tonic for the surrounding ghosts, many ghosts secretly move closer to it, taking a deep breath of the surrounding abyssal resentment, and some even have faintly red eyes, which is a precursor to entering the demon.

The soul abyss of hell, Qin Mu has never been there, there are several places in the underworld that are taboo, this soul abyss is one of them, the abyssal resentment can stimulate the desire, killing, and beast nature in people's hearts to the greatest extent, ordinary people suck it crazy, ordinary ghosts stay in the abyss for a long time, and it is easy to become a murderous ghost. And those who cultivate, according to their cultivation, will be more or less affected. It's better that Qin Mu couldn't control the killing intent in his heart just now.

Qin Mu commanded the judge's pen to sweep towards the group of monsters with faintly red eyes, and the long brush swept over those monsters, directly emptying the small pieces of monsters for a while, leaving only a few sparse ones.

The frightened and timid ones fled directly before the judge's pen swept over, and the rest, after the judge's pen swept over, the figure suddenly paused a lot, and the little ferocity that had just been condensed disappeared cleanly, and it seemed that the lethality of the judge's pen was still good.

This trick kills chickens and monkeys, telling them that even if they are witches in a weak state, they are not easy to mess with. The effect was very good, some of the timid people around, or those who had planned to come over to drink soy sauce, ran clean, and the rest stared at Qin Mu fiercely, as if staring at a piece of big fat meat.

Qin Mu's eyes froze, he looked around at the ghosts around him, and the murderous thoughts in his heart suddenly appeared, he had already issued a warning, but he still didn't know whether he was alive or dead, so don't blame him for being polite.

Directly manipulating the movement of the judge's pen with spiritual power, Qin Mu looked a little tired, but he was fighting his spirits, but his eyes were bright, and he didn't show any fatigue, he glanced at the woman who was still in bondage, and felt that the white spiritual power chain was tight, and in terms of strength and strength, the "black army" and the spiritual power chain were no different, both sides were in a stalemate, and Qin Mu didn't dare to relax at all.

But the strength of the "black army" is rising little by little.

Qin Mu's face was solemn, the judge's pen hung above Qin Mu's head, dripping and turning, his left and right hands were injected with spiritual power, his hands waved in the air, and runes poured out from Qin Mu's hands, connecting them into a chain of runes, as if unconscious, surrounded by Qin Mu, although he was not as skilled as the old monk, but he was also beginning to take shape.