Emperor of Death

Chapter 325 The Ghost in the Corridor
Under the doubtful eyes of the little fat man, Yechen uttered two words softly: "Dungeon!"

"Dungeon? This is a temple, how can there be a dungeon?" the little fat man said.

Yechen explained: "Huh, of course it is used to hold sacrifices. When temples of foreign races worship gods, sacrifices are needed, and those sacrifices are not cattle or sheep, but people, our human race."

"Human race, sacrificial offering?" The little fat man's face was a bit ugly, "Just like the tomb we entered back then, many human races were treated as sacrificial objects?"

Yechen said softly: "The sacrificial objects are the happiest way to die. As for the sacrificial objects, they are to be disembowelled alive, and the internal organs of the people are sacrificed in front of the gods, because the internal organs are not damaged. He would die immediately, but watched his belly being cut open, bleeding, and died when the blood dried up. Many sacrifices died before the blood drained, and they were scared to death. "

"Scared to death!" the little fat man murmured.

"Death is a great horror. No one is not afraid after knowing that they will die." Ye Chen said softly, "Let's go, we must be more careful this time."

"Is there a second place?" the little fat man asked.

Ye Chen said: "Of course it's the altar. You think so many people are full of resentment and die unwillingly, the resentment must be heavy. If the temple is always guarded by someone, it will be fine, but it has been abandoned for a long time, and the yin will be destroyed." If it breeds, it is easy to give birth to some powerful ghosts. I don’t know where that ghost came from, but no matter where it is, it is very dangerous. I only hope that there are no ghosts at the level of Martial Kings, otherwise we will be really in trouble Of course, if there are only a thousand years, it is basically impossible to form the ghost of the Martial King."

"It's so dangerous." The little fat man flinched.

"Let's go." Yechen said calmly, "If you are alone, it will be more dangerous."

Yechen walked towards the depths, and in the darkness at the end of the corridor, a white figure appeared vaguely. The belly of this figure was cut open, and the internal organs fell out, and he let out a miserable smile at Yechen from a distance: "Jie Jie!"

Then, the figure disappeared in a flash.

The little fat man said with a bitter face: "You were right, there really is a ghost, and now it's running down."

Ye Chen said: "It's just a ghost, what are you afraid of, go."

Yechen held the sword and strode forward.

At the end of the corridor, there is a residential area with small rooms lined up. The rooms are empty. Even if there were things in the room, they have already decayed, leaving only thick dust.

The little fat man leaned beside him, and said to Ye Chen, "The yin energy inside is not strong."

Yechen nodded: "After all, it is a temple, so there will be some divine power left, which will dispel the Yin Qi. I just hope that the divine power on the altar is stronger at the beginning, so that the chances of breeding powerful ghosts will be lower."

It was dark on all sides, and the entire residential area was quiet.

"Jie Jie!" Behind Ye Chen, there was a sudden scream, and then a white shadow walked from one room to another. When it walked, its feet were sticky, and it stepped on a ball of blood.

The little fat man said: "What is he doing, is it scary?"

Yechen nodded: "The lower the ghost, the more he likes to use this method. If it is not from our death empire, warriors from other empires, it is easy to have a shadow in his heart. If it is an ordinary person, it is enough to be scared to death. So the ghost It’s scary, and it’s also an attack.”

In front of Yechen, another shadow suddenly appeared. This white figure was lying on the ground, with long black hair covering his face and the ground, crawling towards Yechen step by step.

While running, Ghost made a voice: "Help me, it hurts so much, my stomach hurts so much, please help me."

Where it crawled, it left bloodstains all over the ground, and even left its internal organs in place.

The little fat man exclaimed, "This is too disgusting."

Ye Chen said calmly: "This is the way ghosts scare people. You don't need to learn it, you are born with it. Generally speaking, the scarier ghosts are, the weaker they are."

The white ghost slowly crawled to the bottom of Yechen's feet, and a hollow voice sounded slowly: "It hurts so much, please help me."

Then he lay down at Yechen's feet, slowly lifted his head covered by unkempt long hair.

Yechen bent down, stretched out his hand, and brushed away the hair on both sides of it, revealing a face covered with blood.

"Hey!" The pale face wrapped in blood smiled at Ye Chen.

Yechen patted it on the head lightly, and said lightly: "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I will help you free." Yechen slowly raised the sword in his hand.

As if feeling the threat of life, the ghost's screams suddenly stopped, and the body was very flexible and went underground.

"Did you run away?" Yechen snorted coldly, and the sword slashed down, smashing the ghost into pieces.

Lan Wen next to her opened her mouth and sucked in the soul fire.

"Please, help me." In front of Yechen, another ghost that looked exactly the same appeared, and then crawled towards Yechen.

"Please, please help me, it hurts so much." Next to Youhun, another ghost appeared, and then another ghost appeared one after another, forming white figures one by one, crawling towards Yechen.

Below them, the blood is connected together, as if crawling on a river of blood.

The little fat man said: "Are the ghosts walking at night? Yechen, are they going to die?"

"No!" Ye Chen murmured softly, "Someone is driving them away, these ghosts are being enslaved."

"Hey, hey, hey," the ghosts suddenly raised their heads, showing scary smiling faces, which made the little fat man get goosebumps.

"TIMD! It's more disgusting than a lazy toad!" the little fat man screamed.

"Kill!" With Ye Chen's roar, the dead creatures around him immediately shot, and the death knight's red crystal spear rolled up black flames, sweeping away a large number of ghosts.

Yechen didn't move, frowning as he watched these ghosts die in large numbers.

"Ah!" Countless ghosts flew up and rushed towards Ye Chen's direction.

Ye Chen said seriously: "Little fat man, don't take it lightly."

As soon as Ye Chen's voice fell, the little fat man was slapped flying by a ghost's sharp claw, and smashed into the pile of ghosts. Then, countless ghosts rushed up.

"Help me." The little fat man turned pale with fright, the earth armor on his chest was broken by the scratch just now, it was an armor that even [-]% of Yechen's strength could not break.

"Sure enough!" Ye Chen whispered, the sword slashed forward, and the silver light condensed into a ghost with a ferocious head covering the little fat man.

Spirit-level martial arts, Feilian Ghost Sword.

(End of this chapter)