From the advent of the mountains and seas

Chapter 7 Warlock
Tearing off the talisman.

Wipe the eyes with each half of the left and right hands.

An Jing has no mana, so she can only use talismans in this simple and crude way.

Two strands of cool energy flooded into the eyes.

Close your eyes and open them again, as if a filter has been added to the surrounding environment, making it clearer.

At the same time, An Jing keenly captured the black lines and mist that existed inside and outside the house, and they converged on the dining table where the ghost moth host ate and where the corpse was.

Obviously this is the dark energy attracted by the ghost moth's activities.

Walking into the Yi Zhuang, the sight of the area near the door flicked, and An Jing's attention turned to the position where the coffin was parked.

Substitute the identity of the ghost moth host or the mastermind behind the scenes.

If you want to hide things in Yizhuang, is there a safer place than a coffin?
No one would lift the coffins of those penniless strangers when they were full. This is not an ancient tomb!
Spirit Vision's reaction confirmed An Ning's conjecture.

Through observation, he found that the coffin on the right front near the wall was surrounded by extremely thick dark energy.

Its volume also looks larger than the other coffins next to it.

Turning Miao Dao back, took out the hand crossbow and loaded it with an arrow, An Jing stretched out his hand to press the coffin lid, pushed the coffin lid to the side while raising the hand crossbow, aiming at the gap, ready to fire at any time.

But when An Jing saw the scene inside the coffin clearly through the gap, she couldn't help frowning.

Nothing at all!

Pushing the coffin lid aside, An Jing looked at the empty coffin with surprise.

The dark energy surrounding the coffin is real, which means that something actually existed inside the coffin.

Could it be that the contents inside have been transferred in advance?
An Jing looked back at the intact food box on the table, and denied this speculation.

It is impossible for multiple ghost moth hosts to guard a yizhuang with nothing aimlessly. Their eyes subconsciously wandered around the coffin, and suddenly stopped at the corner of the bottom of the coffin. An Jing noticed that there were traces of dark energy there. spill out.

Reach in and tap.

dong dong~
The sound is clear and crisp, the bottom is empty!
Realizing a certain possibility, An Jing took a half step back, drew his knife and stabbed it into the coffin, and the small half of the knife directly sank into it.

Turn over and jump onto the coffin, step on the edge of the coffin with both feet, and lift up with both hands holding the handle of the knife tightly.

An Jing didn't have time to find the mechanism, so he could only try to crack it by violent means.

Accompanied by a sound of rubbing, the bottom of the coffin was lifted directly to both sides, revealing a deep passage extending underground that can only be walked by one person.

Without the slightest hesitation, An Jing raised his knife and jumped down.

Going down the stairs in the secret passage until the bottom of the coffin was below the top of the head, An Jing vaguely saw the lights ahead.

There was a disgusting rancid smell in the air, mixed with a strong smell of blood.

An Jing looked down at the hand crossbow, confirming that it was ready to fire at any time.

The palm holding the Miao Dao Nuan Dong secretly tightened.

At the bottom of the stairs, there is a narrow entrance and exit in front of it, which should be connected to the basement. Dim light shines through it, and there is also extremely strong dark energy!
An Jing adjusted her breath and stepped into this filthy place.

The line of sight casts toward the basement ahead.

Even if he had already made mental preparations halfway, An Jing still couldn't help showing a look of horror, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

In the rough and rough basement, there were no extra utensils, only various corpses piled up.

Most of the walls are covered with dusty skeletons, and the dust is floating in the lights.

In front of them, there are dozens of rotting corpses distributed in a ring, with black and red tentacles on the body surface, and the flesh is depleted. If you look closely, you will find that these tentacles are wriggling, and they are transporting the flesh and blood in the rotting corpses to the center of the basement. .

That was the existence that most frightened An Jing and sent chills down his spine.

A sombre-looking warlock wearing a robe sat cross-legged on a futon, clutching a strange formula with both hands, but several jointed limbs spread out from under the robe, piercing into the five bloated people sitting around.
An Jing didn't know how to describe these people.

They are like pigs in captivity, the black and red tentacles spreading from behind frantically devour the flesh and blood of the mummy to fill their torsos, and the whole process is not under their control at all.

The jointed limbs protruding from the sorcerer's robe pierced the foreheads of these "people" without exception, obviously using this method to control them.

What makes An Jing even more concerned is that these human bodies filled with foreign flesh and blood have many head-sized bulges on the surface, with black and red meridians all over the surface, and there are insects wriggling inside, which are insect eggs growing in their bodies. !
Such a subversion of human reason made An Jing burst into fiery anger in his eyes, and ran into the basement with a knife.

The sound of hurried footsteps finally awakened the warlock who was immersed in the spellcasting state, and he snapped,

"Bastards, who let you in, I told you who you are?"

He thought it was the guards from above trespassing without permission, but he sensed a strange aura halfway through his words. He suddenly opened his blood-stained eyes and stared at An Jing, but his figure did not move.

"The one who kills you!"

An Jing noticed the warlock's hesitation in his actions, apparently because it was difficult to stop halfway through the ceremony.

Of course he won't miss this opportunity.

Leaping forward, holding the Miao Dao in both hands, Nuan Dong held it high, and slashed towards the warlock's head.

Seeing the blade approaching.

The warlock still didn't intend to get up, his pupils were wide open like compound eyes of moths, and a pair of arms suddenly protruded from under the robe.

In the blink of an eye, the black and red tentacles climbed up from the shoulders, catalyzing the mutation of the entire arm, making it stretch and swell, and even the skin was covered with a layer of thick and bristly bristles, trying to enter the sword with bare hands.

Unlike the people who guarded outside had to let the ghost moth take over their bodies to mutate, this warlock undoubtedly had a higher status and ability, and could even use the ghost moth to strengthen himself in turn.

With two alienated arms, he did successfully get the Miao Dao stuck in the air.

It's just that he underestimated An Jing's preparations.

The moment the palm came into contact with the blade, the sun flames rose immediately, burning hair and flesh. The warlock suffered from pain, and his strength inevitably weakened. An Jing took the opportunity to increase his strength, and the blade successfully broke through the defense and fell again.

clang!
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

The two jointed limbs with red and white slurry on their tips supported Nuan Dong horizontally. Immediately, two people beside the warlock lost control and fell down, their bodies were festered and rotting.

"You will fill their positions later!"

Warlock hoarse voice, looked at An Jing full of resentment, his arms suddenly dropped, grabbing An Jing's shoulders.

"Heh, take care of yourself first."

Let go of the left hand holding the handle of the knife, grab the crossbow at the waist, aim at the warlock's head and pull the trigger.

This is An Jing's real killing move!
Relying on the previous charge, the distance between the two was shortened to less than two meters.

Even less than three steps, the hand crossbow is fast and accurate.

An Jing's surprise attack was simply not reflected by the warlock who was obsessed with completing the ceremony.

He never expected that an ordinary person who suddenly appeared would hold a special arrow to target strange monsters!

The rune arrow pierced the warlock's forehead.

The blood curse on the tip of the arrow erupted immediately, and the orange flame rose up, burning the dark air.

The warlock's face was covered with fire lines, screaming in pain.

　There is one more at ten o'clock

　　
　
(End of this chapter)