The dagger froze slightly, and Ghost Cry felt as if he had cut something, and then made a sound of falling objects, and the round of attacks ended.

With a slight vibration under her feet, the beautiful centipede quickly shrank back and disappeared into the hall of the inn that was buried underground, leaving only an extra black hole.

The rapid ringing began to become gentle.

Devil Cry walked forward with a dripping step, the soles of his feet pressed against the ground, sweeping away the debris of the ground, and then kicking something. Just to the touch, it feels like a human organ.

He bent down and reached out to touch it, but it was an arm. Come to think of it, it was cut down by him when the beautiful centipede sneaked up just now.

He cautiously reached the counter, pulled out the drawer, and a choking puff of smoke came out. Devil Cry held his breath and groped inside.

Books, account books, pen and ink, inkstones...... And cockroaches.

Ghost Cry throws away the cockroach and continues to groping.

Finally, he touched a round object, and a smile appeared on Ghost Cry's face. Look, he found an old candle.

The edge of the knife buzzed, and the fire flashed. Immediately after, the candle was lit.

His arm was a little numb, and the ghost cried with a candle, looking at the dim light around him, looking around at the layout, and quickly remembering it.

In the flickering candlelight, there were green blood stains on the back of his hands and neck, which were covered in bloodstains, and blisters grew on them, making Oni cry feel a tingling pain.

Underfoot, the tremors began to become noticeable. Beauty centipede, approaching again.

Ghost Cry walked a few quick steps, stepped on the bench and jumped lightly onto the table.

Then, he wiped the old candle, patted the dust off it, and held it in his mouth like a cigar. With knives in both hands, his body sank, quietly waiting for the arrival of the beautiful centipede.

The ringing began to get rapid, louder and louder.

Suddenly, Ghost Cry jumped up, and a tear broke away from the candle. He was still in mid-air, and the table he had just stepped on shattered.

The beautiful centipede attacked from the bottom up, and more than a dozen arms were spread, like a cobra standing up, about to hold the ghost cry in its arms.

The candlelight flickered and suddenly became smaller. A black shadow remained in place, and the candle flame turned into a red line, forming a sharp arc to the right side of the beautiful centipede.

Ghost Walk!

The beautiful centipede hugged a mass of afterimages, and at the same time, a subtle flash of knife light. The beautiful centipede hugged an empty space, and a wound was opened on the right side of her torso.

Ghost Cry shook his body and retreated quickly, the candle light was extinguished, and the candle in his mouth was always burning tenaciously.

The beautiful centipede wanted to pursue, but suddenly the wound burst open, a large piece of green blood spurted out, and another scream, a venom shot out of its mouth, which was easily avoided by the ghost cry who shook and retreated. The venom shot down to the ground, creaking white smoke and corroding the dusty wooden floor, emitting a foul stench.

Ghost Cry dodged the blow, and his face suddenly changed.

Candle tears dripped at his feet, and he spat out the candle and slammed it to the left.

There was another loud bang, and where he had been, the floor was shattered. In the midst of the debris, another beautiful centipede came out from below, flew the candle in mid-air, and at the same time gave the flying ghost a claw.

"It hurts!" the unjust soul Iron Armor, who had been silent, screamed miserably.

At the same time, another beautiful centipede shrank back.

Ghost Cry rolled out of the attack range of the beautiful centipede, half-knelt on the ground, raised his hand and threw out a throwing knife, which caught the candle and nailed it to the wall.

In the faint candlelight, Devil Cry pulled out a short knife, and the long knife was held backwards, and the blade reflected a little cold light.

He exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the heart that had been beating violently just now slowly calmed down. After calming down, he soon noticed that something was wrong, he was not facing two beautiful centipedes, there was only one, but this beautiful centipede had two heads.

On the back, there is a slight soreness.

The claw of the beautiful centipede just now was grabbed there.

The sturdy iron armor of the unjust soul blocked this claw, but the power still penetrated in, making him feel it.

After two successive sneak attacks in vain, the beautiful centipede became more and more anxious, watching the ghost cry, her eyes full of greed.

She crawled down, her dense hands tightly into the floor, and then her body began to contract, as if a spring was squeezed together, accumulating strength.

Ghost Cry licked his somewhat dry lips, at this moment he wanted to drink a little, and use it to calm the pain on his body.

However, it was still time to fight, so he leaned down and looked directly at the beautiful centipede in front of him.

The bell, which had been somewhat calmed down, became rapid again, indicating that the next round of battles was about to begin.

Sou!

As soon as the sound of breaking the air reached my ears, the beautiful centipede had already arrived in front of me.

Ghost Cry stood on tiptoe, and with a dripping turn of his body, he let go of the beautiful centipede, and held the long knife with his backhand close to his forearm, and the blade of the blade rubbed brilliant sparks on the hard back shell.

It's so hard!

Ghost Cry was still sighing in his heart, and the entire body of the beautiful centipede had been exposed.

The surging demonic aura exploded in an instant, and it came straight to the ghost crying, compared to before, the demonic aura of the ghost crying has been a lot, but compared to the beautiful centipede in front of him, it is still so rare. In an instant, the ghost crying demon qi was instantly broken, and he felt that he was in a sea of fire, and every inch of skin on his body was not painful, and the intense pain rushed straight to his brain, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Soon, the invisible evil thoughts hidden in the depths of the body rushed out, shattering all the demonic qi that rushed in.

Two beautiful faces appeared in front of and behind him, sandwiching Ghost Cry in the middle. The greedy smile on his face instantly became distorted by horror.

Then, two beautiful faces screamed in horror at the same time.

The ghost snorted, blood pouring from his ears.

The beautiful centipede screamed and fled from both sides, and her whole body was stretched straight.

It's a rare opportunity, but unfortunately Ghost Cry couldn't grasp it.

He staggered and took two steps to the side before he could stand still.

The beautiful centipede had come to her senses, twisted her beautiful face, and quickly roamed around the ground, on the wall, and on the top of her head.

The body of the beautiful centipede is three feet long.

Circling up, it instantly surrounded the ghost cry.

She cried at the ghost with her sturdy back shell, and in the face of this dark and shiny shell, even if the ghost cried for a while, she couldn't cut it. Unless, he uses the Daybreak Divine Light.

However, the Dawn Divine Light is his last hole card, and he only has one chance, and he is not in a desperate situation, so he must not be used lightly.

The beautiful centipede in front of him was not enough to push him into a corner.

The candle, inadvertently swept away by an arm, was finally extinguished. The entire hall was plunged into darkness.

A table was flipped up, and Ghost Cry heard the wind and lowered his head to avoid it.

The table slammed to the ground, and at this moment, the beautiful centipede attacked for the fourth time.

The clashing sound of tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans sounded one after another, and in the midst of the flying debris, the body of the beautiful centipede slammed into the middle, wrapping the ghost cry in it.

Countless pairs of arms poked out of the darkness and grabbed at the delicious flesh in the middle.

In the face of such a package, even the ghost shadow step can't get out. The ghost cried and lowered his body, and with a low cry, his body turned like a spinning top, and his two knives danced.

The bell rang rapidly, like a war drum.

The hat was thrown into the air, whirling.

Bloody pieces of rag fluttered.

In the sound of "Boom", the blade collided with the nail and rubbed against the backshell, and countless sparks shone brightly.

The severed arm flew around in this small space. The red blood and the green blood were intertwined in the fire that appeared and disappeared from time to time.