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Chapter 70 Bloody corpses roam the [-]th floor
In Building B7.

The elevator has been completely out of service, and the building is gloomy.

Splattered blood can be seen everywhere in the hall on the first floor, but there is no corpse.

Huang Xikong walked through the glass door and sneaked into the elevator to check the situation.

He had a general understanding of the specific situation. Someone might be trapped in the elevator when the incident happened, but according to his judgment of the situation in this building, the people inside should be more or less ominous.

The elevator did not fall and stopped on the 7th floor.

Huang Xikong floated to the elevator entrance on the seventh floor, looked at the wide open elevator door, and gently brushed the tip of his nose with his slender five fingers.

There was a foul smell in the air.

There were no dead bodies in the elevator, and certainly no living people.

It's just that in the small silver-white space, dark red blood can be seen everywhere, even including the walls and ceiling around the elevator.

Huang Xikong floated out from the elevator, and the paper talisman in his hand lit up.

Xia Zhihuai's voice came out: "Huang Xikong, have you met someone?"

"No."

Huang Xikong held the talisman and floated forward along the blood on the ground.

Wanwan grabbed Xia Zhihuai's arm, and brought her round face closer to the talisman paper.

"Did you see the blood corpse?"

"nor."

Huang Xikong felt that the two brothers and sisters were a bit annoying, but even with a sullen face, he did not cut off contact with them.

The magnetic field in this building has been disturbed by Yin Qi and ghost Qi, and any electronic equipment cannot send out signals, so it is still necessary to rely on Wanwan to draw the communication symbol at this time.

"Where are you now?"

Xia Zhihuai sat on the chair downstairs, looking up at the building.

"The seventh floor."

"how is the situation?"

Huang Xikong's forehead twitched twice: "Not good."

"What's wrong?"

Huang Xikong was a little annoyed: "Can you come in and solve it after talking about it?"

Xia Zhihuai was stunned so expressionless: "..."

Wanwan took the talisman paper in Xia Zhihuai's hand, and leaned closer and said, "I can solve it, just tell me."

Huang Xikong sneered: "Fuck that."

Wanwan's cheeks puffed up immediately, and her small eyebrows stood upright: "Why are you still swearing!"

Xia Zhihuai reminded from behind: "Don't teach children badly, Huang Xikong."

"You two brothers and sisters are really long-winded."

Wanwan immediately put what she learned into practice: "What a long-winded fart!"

Xia Zhihuai tapped her on the head with his fingers, and said in a dangerous tone, "Tao Wanwan, don't learn from him!"

"Say no more dirty words, and you'll be deducted a week's worth of snacks."

Wan Wan covered her head and wailed, "No~"

Life is only worth snacks and animations!
Huang Xikong chuckled, and quickly looked around the public area on the seventh floor. He didn't see any living or dead people.

He tried to pass through the wall casually, but was caught off guard by a white light.

It wasn't until he was thrown out of the outer wall of the building that Huang Xikong controlled his body and looked inside the building in surprise.

He continued to test unbelievingly, and a strange force pushed him out of the wall, making him unable to enter at all.

Huang Xikong picked up the talisman, tapped the Yin Qi lightly on it, and immediately connected to the outer Wanwan.

"This building is a bit strange. I can walk around in the corridors, but I can't go through the walls, and I can't enter the house."

Wanwan thought for a second: "Perhaps there are Fengshui formations in some homes, or decorations for suppressing evil..."

Just like herself, as Taomu Fairy, after her strength recovers, ghosts and monsters will detour wherever she is.

Except for Huang Xikong, not to mention the power of merit and virtue on his body, and the protection of a talisman seal given by her, so he can float around in their house.

Huang Xikong didn't understand the reason, he couldn't get in the houses on the seventh floor, so he went upstairs to try.

But without exception, all failed.

Floating all the way to the 18th floor, he suddenly lifted his spirits.

"Bang bang bang-"

There was a lot of noise from upstairs.

He also clearly felt that the yin and ghost qi nearby were getting heavier and heavier, and even the yin qi had begun to become viscous.

But for him, it was like a fish in water.Huang Xikong went straight through the ceiling and stopped in the corridor on the 19th floor.

Even though it was blue sky and white day outside at this moment, and there were no curtains on the glass windows in front of him, the outside light could not penetrate at all.

And the voice-activated lights in the corridor have long been off.

Only the green emergency light board on the corner of the wall still emits a faint light.

Only half of Huang Xikong passed through the ceiling, and was trampled on his head one by one by the blood corpses squeezing around his head.

Although the blood corpse's feet pierced through his skull and chest, and could not cause physical damage to him at all, this kind of stepping on his face still deserves a beating.

He suddenly reached out, grabbed the ankle of a blood corpse, and pulled it down violently.

He directly pulled the half body of the blood corpse with a ferocious face and screaming to the 18th floor.

The blood corpse without the ability to think was stuck on the floor in a daze, and the screams in its mouth suddenly stopped for a moment.

Huang Xikong returned to the 19th floor again, floating in the air condescendingly watching the blood corpse being trampled on the head, and clapped his hands contentedly.

Just now it was that stupid thing that stepped on him the most.

After teasing a blood corpse, Huang Xikong began to observe the targets of more than a dozen blood corpses.

It's the one at the end of the corridor.

The door has been knocked open, the yin in the house is as real as it is, and the surrounding temperature is so low that people doubt life.

He didn't go to that house, his natural intuition of danger made him subconsciously want to avoid that house.

There is something very dangerous in there.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear some different voices again.

Huang Xikong turned his head suddenly, saw the corners of Zhan Fengcheng and Xuantong's clothes, and went upstairs directly.

……

As soon as Master Xuantong and Zhan Fengcheng reached the 19th floor, they were startled by a strong smell of blood.

When they appeared in the corridor, they saw more than a dozen blood corpses stuck in the doorway, and their eyes immediately turned red with anger.

More than a dozen blood corpses, some wearing police uniforms, some wearing ordinary clothes...

But fortunately, I didn't see those kids from the Demon Management Bureau.

After the strangers appeared, the blood corpse quickly smelled their breath, and immediately turned around and rushed over.

Master Xuantong's long white eyebrows moved without wind, and he waved out the Buddhist beads in his hand, directly breaking the front teeth of the blood corpses that were rushing towards them, and half of them fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhan Fengcheng charged forward with his sword in his hand, forcing all the remaining blood corpses back.

But soon those blood corpses slowly got up from the ground again, as if they didn't feel any pain, they only knew how to attack the living.

In the room at the end of the corridor, a woman's shrill scream suddenly came out.

Zhan Fengcheng and Xuantong were blocked outside, and they looked anxious: "These blood corpses can't be cleaned up at all."

"The person is dead, and there is no sign of a ghost possessing him..." Zhan Fengcheng murmured.

Xuantong's face was solemn: "First find a way to save people, there are still people alive in the house."

Although the breath is very weak, but there is still hope of being rescued.

I just don’t know if they are ordinary people or the kids from the Demon Management Bureau.

"We can't pass through, and these ghosts can't be killed." Zhan Fengcheng frowned and thought about it, "Should we use fire attack?"

"No." Xuantong shook his head and glanced at the environment, "This is the nineteenth floor. If the fire attack will cause a fire, it will be more troublesome to save people."

Knowing that fire attack is not a good idea, Zhan Fengcheng took out three lightning strike talismans distressedly: "I bought these three lightning strike talismans at a high price to deal with these blood corpses..."

What a waste.

Reluctant.

Xuantong held the twelve-fingered vajra pestle in his hand, raised his left hand, and hung the swirling Buddhist beads on the tiger's mouth again. .

Zhan Fengcheng knew that the situation was urgent and had no time to feel sorry for the few lightning strike talismans, so he immediately twisted the talisman paper tightly, summoned a thunderbolt, and struck the menacing blood corpse.

Thunder and lightning are earthquakes in the hexagram, which is the Qi of the Yin and Yang of the heaven and the earth, representing the rich vitality, so it is also called the awe-inspiring righteousness of the heaven and the earth.

All evil beings in the world are afraid of thunder and lightning.

There was a loud "click", a purple thunder the thickness of a thumb fell from the air, and several fine strands fell on the blood corpse's head.

A dozen or so blood corpses were scorched inside and tender outside by lightning, with circles of black smoke emitting from their heads, and they staggered and fell to the ground.

Looking at the bloody corpse that finally fell to the ground, the two breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately rushed towards the room at the end of the corridor.

When the two of them entered the room, Huang Xikong walked down from the upstairs, holding his afro head that had been struck by lightning, watching their backs and gritted his teeth.

Sure enough, he still hates Taoist priests!
Always disregarding black and white, hurting the innocent.

hum~
Wanwan's little voice echoed in the corridor through the communication talisman: "Uncle Huang, I just heard thunder. Have you been struck by lightning?"

(End of this chapter)