The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

At noon the next day, Chen Xiangyin and He Chongtian arrived in front of the ghost building as promised.

The weather is not good, the clouds cover the sun, and the whole world falls into a depressing atmosphere.

The wind blowing became colder, everything around them lost color, and the ghost building looked even more eerie.

Seeing Wen Jihua again, Chen Xiang subconsciously dodges and cannot face it calmly.

Xuan Guo was already waiting outside the iron gate. When he saw the two coming, he stepped forward to say hello.

He raised his chin and said to Chen Xiangyin: "Don't leave Mountain Ghost Qian. My soul-inducing bell is at the top of the stairs. Come back as soon as you get it. There is no sun today, so you shouldn't stay for a long time."

Chen Xiangyin nodded and suddenly thought of something, "How do you know I have mountain ghost money on me?"

Xuan Guo rolled his eyes, "Of course I can sense Master's aura."

Chen Xiangyin and He Chongtian came to the ghost building. The broken windows passed through the wind and made a sound like crying.

The entrance to the basement is next to the "Z" staircase outside the ghost building. You have to go around to the side of the building to find it.

Chen Xiangyin skillfully took out two black hairpins and inserted them into the keyhole of the rusty iron door.

On the other hand, I was still curious. The guardrail at the top of the door was only one foot wide apart, and the door lock showed no signs of damage. How did Xuan Guo get in?
He shouted to the sky and pointed at her black hairpin, "She's an old actress."

Chen Xiangyin concentrated on opening the lock, "You have some skills that are necessary for traveling in the world, don't you know it?"

He smiled teasingly, "I don't need it."

With a click, the door opened.

The thick musty smell hit his nose and made him take a step back, coughing and fanning the air in front of him.

The straight staircase ahead becomes darker and darker with no end in sight, as if it is a passage leading to another underground world.

Unable to help but shudder, Chenxiang pulled a handful of cranes into the sky, "You should take the lead."

He Chongtian moved a big stone nearby to block the door from being blown shut by the wind.

Chen Xiangyin followed He Chongtian and walked into the darkness step by step.

After more than twenty steps, the howling wind poured in from behind, causing the corners of the skirt to tremble and make a hunting sound.

A strong and uneasy emotion suddenly passed through Chen Xiang's heart, and there was no reason for fear.

She squeezed Shan Guiqian tightly, and at the same time she got closer to Dehe Chongtian.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise that shook the air, the door was closed, and the stairway was dark.

The stone that Crane moved into the sky to block the door weighed at least fifty kilograms. How much wind would it take to blow it? !

He Chongtian squeezed her palm and said, "It's okay."

Before Chen Xiangyin had time to respond to him, the bricks under his feet suddenly moved. They were not stepped on, but deformed!

In an instant, Agarwood lost weight, and when the flashlight shone on the steps, the originally flat cement steps actually protruded into the shape of a human face!
It can still move!
The head was wrapped in cement, with its mouth wide open and struggling.

Stairs upon stairs, heads upon floors, like a viscous flowing wave.

Chen Xiangyin tried his best to control his breath, but he was still so scared that his breathing became short.

There were countless evil ghosts under their feet, as if they were trying to drag them into endless darkness.

He shot up into the sky and suddenly drew out the Tang Sword, and a cold light emerged along with the crisp sound of metal.

With a precise low-angle sweep, the evil spirit in front of He Chongtian was smashed into pieces like cement.

His movements were swift and violent, and the Tang Dao drew a series of murderous trajectories in the darkness.

The sound of killing the cement-like demon echoed in the dead space.

Chen Xiangyin held the corner of He Chongtian's clothes with one hand, closed his eyes, and surrounded his surroundings with his mind and thoughts, feeling everything around him.

In this dark space, she actually felt an uncomfortable sense of familiarity.

This is a contradictory feeling.

It was familiar, but it also made her feel uneasy and frightened.

The crane soared into the sky, the Tang sword was unsheathed, and the energy penetrated the rainbow.

Chen Xiangyin only felt that the road was very difficult to walk. He did not open his eyes to see how terrifying the things under his feet were. He twisted and staggered, and followed the crane to the sky to attack forward.

Finally, we arrived at the basement.

Agarwood took a deep breath and clung to He Chongtian in the darkness.

He was very tall, and his breathing was full of energy, and his blood was boiling.

Chen Xiangyin then looked back at the stairs.

There was no difference at all, as if the ghost that He Soaring into the sky chopped into pieces with his sword just now didn't exist.

"Look for the soul-inducing bell first." Chen Xiangyin said.

After the sound of Tang Dao being sheathed, the light beam of the flashlight swept across the basement space. "So big!" Chen Xiangyin exclaimed in surprise.

The basement is almost endless as far as the eye can see.

Near the stairs, I quickly found what Xuan Guo called the "soul-inducing bell".

Chen Xiangyin bent his left knee, stretched out his long right leg, and hooked back the soul-inducing bell.

Lifting his toes, the soul-inducing bell rose into the air, and Chen Xiangyin reached out to grab it.

"Isn't this just a bell..."

It looks very cute, with lion patterns engraved on it, and the opening of the bell is made like an animal's mouth, which is silly.

The hammer in the bell rolls like a little lion sticking out its tongue.

Chen Xiangyin shook the Tongling in his hand, and the clear sound penetrated the boundless darkness around him.

Her heart tightened, and she suddenly thought that she still didn't know what the bell did.

Judging from the name "soul-inducing bell"...it's not an auspicious thing.

"Let's go?" He Chongtian watched the movements around him warily, his right hand resting on the scabbard and his left hand holding a flashlight.

Chen Xiangyin hesitated for a moment, "I want to find the root of this building."

"Xuan Guo said that with his way of doing things, he couldn't look directly at him." He Chongtian disagreed.

Chen Xiangyin didn't know how to explain that his spiritual power was too deep and his magic power was weak. "I have to look for it. If I can destroy it, it can make up for my fault."

During the pause when the crane towered into the sky, Chen Xiangyin said again: "Go up and wait for me first."

In the darkness, Crane sighed deeply, "I'm with you."

Walking side by side, the beam of the flashlight swayed in the darkness. The thick dust under our feet was soft, and as far as the eye could see were mountains of discarded items.

Chen Xiangyin's concept of evil roots is not clear, but his intuition of familiarity and rejection is getting stronger and stronger.

In the center of the basement, there was an old suitcase. Agarwood immediately attracted his attention.

"Crane soars into the sky." Chen Xiangyin could hardly make a sound, and the huge feeling of depression swallowed her up.

He Chongtian's eyes also fell on the suitcase on the ground.

The suitcase is covered with yellow symbols with hideous writing.

Chen Xiang opened the lid of the box with trembling hands. The feeling of suffocation made her inhale sharply.

Light illuminates the inside of the box.

A cheongsam.

Chen Xiangyin recognized the fairy collar of this dress.

Dots of dark stains blended into each other, exuding a rotten stench.

If death had a smell, this would be it.

The indescribable fear tightened, and Agarwood forgot to breathe. He reached into the box and picked up the old clothes.

The hard and cold touch, the stains on the cheongsam are long-dried blood.

Every drop of blood is a trace of her being tortured to death again and again.

This is her dress.

Why here? !

Why are you here! !
It was her resentment and blood that soaked into this cheongsam and became the evil root of the ghost house!

Chen Xiang clenched the old clothes in his hands that were extremely violent, and the fragments that had been selectively forgotten by the brain's defense mechanism flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

It hurts so much, so hopeless...

Heart-piercing...

He Chongtian was astonished the moment he saw the cheongsam. Before he could think about it carefully, he saw Chen Xiangyin grabbing something evil that others dared not look at directly with his bare hands.

"Agarwood Yin!" He Chongtian wanted to snatch the cheongsam from her hand.

Chenxiang turned her head to look at him stupidly, her eyes filled with the unfamiliar emptiness of him.

In an instant, Chen Xiang looked at her with dark empty eyes, and his body fell straight back, as if he was falling into the abyss.

She lay on the ground, holding the old cheongsam tightly in her hands, her eyes widened with tears, but she did not blink.

It was like she was in a nightmare and he couldn't wake her up.

"Rumble--"

A huge explosion sounded from above, and the whole building began to shake.

"Agarwood Yin! Let's go!"