Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 82: Blood King's Lair
Wang Chen understood that although he had temporarily escaped the disaster, he was still in a life-threatening situation.
Although Zhang Wanquan had ulterior motives and spoke half-truths, the weirdness of this House of Thousand Corpses was most likely true. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why the woman who died in the hall would inexplicably appear in the closet. So even if he escaped the killing just now, where could he go?
He had too little time and even fewer clues. Just as he was thinking about it,
In the room behind him, a chilly wind suddenly blew. He didn't dare to think about what happened in the room, but his eyes looked towards the ancient well in the courtyard.
In the blink of an eye, he was running towards the ancient well.
If there is still a source of life in this house, it can only be this ancient well that has never been explored! Even in all horror stories, once an ancient well appears, it must be a place of great danger.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Chen rushed to the ancient well. Even though there was a bottomless abyss and a sea of corpses and blood below, he had no other choice.
"Jiang Yu~ wait for me~" Luo Qingye's soft voice seemed to have a magical power that moved people's hearts.
"Jiang Yu...save me, save me..." This was clearly Murong Aotian's voice .
The two voices, one soft and the other pleading, mixed together and went straight into people's hearts, bringing an irresistible magic. Wang Chen's footsteps actually paused, but fortunately he returned to normal in an instant.
He secretly exclaimed in his heart, "Fuck you! Your grandpa is not called Jiang Yu!"
The evil ghost had made all kinds of calculations, but he could not have expected that Wang Chen's name was not Jiang Yu at all, so this powerful technique of confusing the mind had no effect.
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned over and went down the well. At the moment of falling, he looked back, and this sight made the hair on his back explode.
I saw a woman in a bright red robe standing silently at the mouth of the well at some point in time, with her long black hair hanging down, completely covering her face.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and his fall became very slow. A hand without a trace of blood stretched out from between the large sleeves that were as red as blood and reached towards him.
Don't go!
The shrill and strange sound makes people's scalp tingle.
Wang Chen felt his head tighten, and was grabbed by the hair by the ghost hand. A chill and a great force came over him, as if he was being lifted up like a carrot.
He gritted his teeth, and almost at the same time, he stretched out his hand and swung it, and the fine steel dagger hidden in his hand cut off his hair with a swipe.
This action finally caused his body to resume its downward trend.
The ghost hand reached back and found that it was a hand full of messy hair, and it let out another shrill ghost cry .
Wang Chen only felt that he was falling continuously, but there was no scene of falling into the water as he had imagined. There was only an imperceptible space fluctuation, and he actually fell to the ground.
He jumped up.
Look around carefully.
In front of me is a long corridor. There is a blood-red candlestick at every interval. The faint candlelight makes it look eerie and strange.
The corridor was lined with people, men and women, tall and short, fat and thin, some wearing long gowns, some wearing silk skirts, and some wearing armor.
They were dressed neatly, stood in an orderly manner, and looked straight ahead.
"Where on earth is this place?!"
Wang Chen looked up, but the wellhead he had just jumped into was gone. There was only darkness, as if he had arrived in another dimension.
The crisis has not been resolved because it is still impossible to teleport out of the Emperor's Mind Space.
"Wang Chen, why are you here suddenly? What's going on?"
A familiar voice rang in my ears.
"Little medicine?"
Wang Chen said in surprise as he looked at the small figure that suddenly appeared beside him.
"What? Are you so excited to see me?" Xiaoyao said disapprovingly, but her eyes narrowed into slits.
Wang Chen couldn't help but be excited. Seeing Xiaoyao proved that he had escaped from that blood ghost space.
He stretched out his hand, looked at the golden demonic power in his hand, and the depression in his heart disappeared.
"Blood Demon King!"
Wang Chen suddenly shouted.
"You actually took me to listen to horror stories and watch horror reality shows. I have tolerated you for a long time!"
"It's been a long time... It's been a long time..."
The echo continued to reverberate in the corridor, and the stress that Wang Chen had been worrying about for a long time finally burst out.
call……
It was like a cold wind blowing by.
Startled by Wang Chen's voice, the people standing opposite each other in two rows under the candlelight turned their heads almost at the same time, and cast cold and lifeless eyes over.
Then, strange smiles appeared on their faces.
"Laugh at your sister!"
Wang Chen was furious and struck out with his palm, causing a raging flame.
Big golden flame of the sun!
This kind of flame containing the power of karmic fire is the nemesis of all evil things.
ah!
Sure enough, when the Big Sun Fire appeared, these beings that were obviously not living people let out shrill screams, turned into long threads and disappeared in all directions.
Suddenly the entire corridor became empty.
"What happened to me just now?"
Wang Chen finally had the opportunity to ask questions. Even though the questions were very strange, he was sure that Xiaoyao understood what he was asking.
At least two hours have passed since he was dragged into the House of Thousand Corpses by the Blood Ghost King. During this period, Xiaoyao, who should have been inseparable from him, was not around. Therefore, Xiaoyao must have discovered the abnormality, which could be a very important clue.
"just?"
Xiaoyao's face showed horror, as if Wang Chen's question reminded her of an experience she didn't want to recall.
"You suddenly disappeared just now, and I thought you didn't want me anymore."
Xiaoyao's eyes were red.
"How long have I been gone?"
"It wasn't long, just a few breaths. And then suddenly, I saw you in this strange place."
"How many breaths?"
Wang Chen frowned. What he felt as two hours seemed like only a few breaths to outsiders.
This would explain why Kong Feiyun died tragically in front of him in an instant.
In fact, he was also captured by the Vampire King and taken into his own space, where he was tortured by fear for several hours and eventually died.
Can it be understood that the ability of the Blood Vampire King is a space where time is slowed down thousands of times, so that the true power is running at a speed thousands of times slower, giving people the illusion that all the true power is lost?
"What do you want to do now?"
Xiaoyao saw that Wang Chen had a gloomy expression and that the place was weird, so she asked in a low voice.
"Kill the ghost!"
Wang Chen, who had been tortured by fear for a long time, walked forward angrily.
At the end of the corridor is a natural cave full of blood-red candles. Looking up, I don’t know how high it is. On the irregular rocks of the cave wall, there are circles of candles, and the flames are dotted.
In the middle of the hall, filled with the smell of blood, there was a red-painted coffin. The paint was as bright as new, with countless raised lines. Under the candlelight, the lines were pulsating slowly like blood vessels.
What is this? So disgusting. Xiaoyao, who was originally floating around with great interest, instantly shrank back behind Wang Chen when she saw the coffin that seemed to have life.
Wang Chen raised his hand.
boom!
Golden flames rose into the air and rushed towards the coffin.
call!
Just at this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and countless candles were extinguished at the same time, and the dazzling fire of karma was also extinguished instantly.
Suddenly, everything fell into darkness.
Wang Chen was shocked, the power of the Blood Ghost King was far beyond his expectations.
"Playing tricks." With a sneer to give himself courage, he was about to use the Six Paths Sword Technique to chop the coffin, but he only felt an extreme chill, like a raindrop falling into his sea of consciousness, creating bone-chilling ripples.
The stiffness spread quickly, spreading throughout the body in an instant.
He suddenly felt as if he was sleep-deprived and couldn't move at all.
