Blackened Loyal Dog Snake Disease

Underground, it's still bloody.

There was no sound except for a low whine.

This time, when Qin Jin appeared, the beautiful-looking young man looked at her with a smile in his eyes?

She only glanced briefly, then looked away.

Intuition told her that the Duke was definitely not easy to deal with. She was a little nervous, but after these tensions, she became more calm. Judging from the current situation, no matter how bad it is, it will not go bad.

She didn't lurch in the past directly, and the perception ability of black witchcraft was still good. She didn't have those things in her body.

Qin Jin took advantage of the fact that he was doing things and went around and destroyed things on the ground a little bit. Although she didn't quite understand the specific purpose of these things, there was always nothing wrong with destroying them.

Just like this, I don’t know when she sabotaged the number one, the Lord Duke suddenly turned around angrily and said to Qin Jin’s direction: “Who is it, who is doing the sabotage, come out to me? !"

His expression was gloomy, more like a ghost than Qin Jin, a decent ghost, like an evil ghost!

There was blood flowing down from the altar, ticking.

Qin Jin looked up. He didn't know when, the young man had already been picked up, and a bit of flesh and blood had been cut apart.

He did not call.

He has not called.

In fact, he should call, she knew he could call it.

But when she was doing things, he didn't send out a signal for help.

At this moment, she seemed to have a sense of deja vu for him.

It seemed that there had been such a person in her memory, but Qin Jin thought for a while, and did not remember that she had seen this person.

Mrs. Castle's situation didn't look very good either, she was dying.

Qin Jin retracted his gaze, the Duke stretched out his hand, countless black lines rushed towards her, and Qin Jin ran right away. She knew that if she faced her head-on, she would definitely not be able to win.

There is too much difference in strength.

However, she knew that in all black witchcraft, those furnishings were important, just find the most important one and destroy it.

The aura on his body is much stronger than the one before, so he must hurry up.

Qin Jin ran towards the altar while evading the attack by the black line, destroying something along the way.

She knew that these things were ruined, and it was only a delay in his sacrifice time. As long as a new substitute was found, it was enough. However, doing it is better than not doing it well.

When Qin Jin was about to run to the altar, a black line pierced her foot. Qin Jin gritted her teeth and continued to run, and quickly traversed the surrounding things, quickly judging that among those ordinary objects , Which one is the most important in the end.

Those items are large and small, valuable and ordinary, and they have everything, but they all look the same.

Qin Jin looked round and round, grabbed two and smashed them, none of them.

Seeing that the black thread was about to pierce Qin Jin's whole body, she bit her teeth, chose the one she hated the most, and smashed it.

Cang Dang!

This is the sound of cracking.

"Ah -" The Duke suddenly yelled, his eyes flushed and angrily looked at Qin Jin, and said, "I want to kill you! Kill you!"

Numerous fierce black lines immediately volleyed towards Qin Jin.

...

Cough cough cough!

Bright red blood poured out, and Qin Jin breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the duke who was killed by himself.

Fortunately, it was too late.

Earlier when the thing broke, Qin Jin took advantage of the brief moment when the Duke's mind was broken, and suddenly launched hypnosis. Although she was still injured in the end, she survived.

Looking at the duke who was killed by the black thread, she was not sympathetic at all. If it wasn't the person who had reacted quickly and died miserably, it would be herself.

After confirming that the person was dead, Qin Jin looked up and found something was wrong.

The surrounding scenes changed. Those who were killed, drugged, and lying on the ground all stood up.

Their smiles were peaceful and they looked at her contentedly.

Qin Jin looked up, and sure enough, he saw the young man on the altar, sitting there leisurely, looking at her as well.

She was about to speak, a strong feeling of dizziness hit her head, and then she fainted.

When Qin Jin woke up again, the place she was at was still the place where the boy was pulled in before, but there were no ghosts anymore, including the boy and Mrs. Castle, they were gone.

There are still some corpses around, especially the woman who caused the death of the original owner, all dead.

But Qin Jin watched carefully, and some people were still alive.

The sun slowly rose from the horizon, and Qin Jin suddenly realized that it was already the morning of the third day. She didn't leave immediately, because it could only be regarded as safe at this time, but the door actually opened after noon.

She walked down a road and wanted to return to the place where she started. At that time, someone around her was taken away. She wanted to see if he was still alive.

The people here can't wake up for a while, just so she will come back to gather after finding someone.

Luckily, when she arrived near the corridor, she saw the person lying on the ground. He was not dead yet. Qin Jin patted his face a few times and pressed the acupuncture points. With good luck, he woke up.

"What's the matter? Why am I here." He was a little confused, but in the next moment, he called out, "Ghost, ghost, I was held back..."

"It's okay, it's safe, let's go, let's go back." Qin Jin said calmly.

"Where are we going?" he asked puzzledly.

"Keep up and you'll know, those people are sucking too much yin, it's estimated that it will take a long time." Qin Jin said, and led the people to that place.

When everyone got up, it really took a long time, and it was almost evening.

The group of people didn't plan to stay longer, and hurriedly walked outside.

Among these people, Qin Jin walked towards the outside little by little. Suddenly, she felt that someone was looking at her. She glanced at the top of the castle, and there was no one.

Nothing at all.

Could it be an illusion?

Qin Jin shook her head, no matter what, the task was completed anyway.

As for those...

Although she solved the formation at the last moment, so that these souls will no longer have to be invaded by those dark auras forever and kill people for fun, but there is still no way to change the facts. They are dead if they die, and they cannot come back from the dead. In the future, even though the boy can leave the castle, he can only wander in the darkness forever.

The old castle in the sunset has a special charm.

The orange light shining on the city wall, there is a feeling of trance in time.

The castle is still that castle.

On the window sill of a certain room, stood a beautiful teenager.

It seems that she has forgotten.

The boy looked at Qin Jin's back and showed a slight smile.

He still remembered that when he was young, a woman came to see roses in the courtyard of the castle, and then he saw her unusual.

She obviously did not expect that she would be caught if she chose the time to take a peek. When seeing him, Qin Jin's face was embarrassed to be discovered.

He pretended to be ignorant and harmless and walked in front of her, asking if the flowers look good?

She squatted down, hugged him who was still a small ball at the time, explained the reason for the whim, and gave him a bracelet. It was a beautiful bracelet. He didn't know how precious it was before he was alive. It was very comfortable, and only after death did I know that there was a trace of luck in the bracelet.

A white dove landed on the window sill and flew away with flapping wings.

The ghost boy stood in the castle, quietly watching Qin Jin leave, his figure lonely and lonely.

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