Infinite Horror: Opening Seal Dungeon Boss

The dark clouds were like algae, covering the sky and the moon, and there was a sudden thunder above the huge palace, and thin red silk threads were hidden in the rain, connecting the sky and the earth.

The entire imperial city is like a silkworm cocoon, densely wrapped in red threads, isolated from the world.Amidst the thick clouds, sat a man in black. This man was filled with a ghostly aura, and the ghostly aura contained bloody and killing aura.

He closed his upturned eyes, and there was a hint of evil on his face that should have been holy and banished.

Fifteen miles away from the city gate of the imperial palace, next to an old bullock cart, a man in a patched Taoist robe frowns solemnly. His whole body has been soaked by the rain and he is in a terrible state of distress.

Beside the man, stood a man and a woman who were also drenched. The two men were dressed completely differently from the man in the patched priest robe. Standing together, there was something nondescript.

It's like a fusion of ancient and modern.

"Captain." Feng Ling wiped the rain off his face, "We have finally arrived at the Imperial City."

Fu Yu looked at the man holding a branch and asked, "Daoist Qingyang, what do you see?"

Along the way, Fu Yu became a little convinced of this Taoist priest with a gentle temperament and neither arrogance nor impetuosity. Whether it is watching the stars, watching the water, or suppressing ghosts, the strength of this Taoist priest is unfathomable, and he even fights with ghosts. Bad relationship is better.

At this time, we have not yet experienced the end of the Dharma era. These Taoist priests cast beans into soldiers and swing swords into rivers. They are all people with real abilities.He lived hundreds of years ago, so of course it is better to go to the countryside and do as the Romans do.

Standing on the open space in front of the moat, Qingyang looked at the dark clouds that were still tumbling, his light brown pupils darkened slightly.

A year ago, Lord Xieqing, who was suppressed by the underworld in a sea of ​​blood, escaped into the mortal world, and disappeared completely once he entered the mortal world.

Neither the gods of the Jiuchongtian nor Yama of the underworld should interfere in mortal affairs, and as a mediator, he assumed the responsibility of finding Lord Xieqing.

But there are so many resentful ghosts in the world, he can only search for them while sending them into reincarnation.Gradually, he realized that something was wrong. There were some inexplicable connections among all the ghosts, and these connections were inextricably related to the escaped Lord Xieqing.

Until he met these descendants, and through some clues in their mouths, he deduced that Lord Xie Qing might be hiding in the palace.

Due to the rampant wild ghosts in the world, the Taoist sects and eminent monks of the temples are purifying the ghosts and sending them to the next life, so the imperial city, which has always been calm and peaceful, is easy to be taken advantage of.

Fortunately, he had already planned to go back to the imperial city to see his incomprehensible master and junior brother. Therefore, he himself was not far from the imperial city, it was a small county near the imperial city.

Just in time for him to come back.

He had five disadvantages and three deficiencies. These three deficiencies happened to be short of money, so he didn't even have the money to buy a carriage. He borrowed the ox cart to go back to the imperial city from the old farmer.As for the two descendants, they are even penniless.

But the scalper refused to leave when he reached the gate of the city, so the few of them could only walk in first, hoping that it would be too late.

Over the dense sky of the imperial city, the lips of the man in black twitched, and an indistinguishable voice resounded over the entire imperial city, "God is not fair!!"

This voice is sad, full of overwhelming anger.

In the side hall, people and ghosts have different expressions.

The man in the wide avenue robe knelt in front of the shrine, his face was panicked like never before, he stretched out his hand to put together the torn shrine, but after hearing the voice, Ji Rubing stopped his hand.

It was the voice of Mr. Xie.

There is also a man and a woman standing next to the incomplete red rope stove in the side hall. The young man is thin and weak. He is looking back as if looking at something at the moment. The girl is looking up, revealing her white and slender slender neck, as if she is observing carefully.

Pei Shiqing felt that the voice seemed to come from all directions, surrounding her three-dimensionally, but she could accurately feel that depressing ghostly aura coming from the top of her head.

She looked up at the gorgeous and complicated algae well above, her pupils dilated, as if seeing the sky outside through the palace algae well.

The thing that ran out of the shrine is now in the sky.

Ji Rubing frantically put together the shrine, looking a little embarrassed, a broken plank fell from his hands with a bang, just because Master Xie's voice, without sadness or joy, came from his ear, "The place where I live has been destroyed. , stay in your body for a while, may I wish?"

"As long as it can help the Lord, believers are willing!" Ji Rubing replied, without opening his mouth, and did not make any sound, as if the conversation with Lord Xie was completed under an encrypted situation.

The man in the broad avenue robe no longer put together the shrine in his hand, he stood up slowly, turned around, and glanced at the incomplete red rope stove with an inexplicable expression.

There was still black ashes in the center of the red rope stove, and the yellow corpse oil on the surface was a little solidified, exuding a burnt smell.

Emperor Tianwu Han Li should have died in today's Choushi, this is the ending He wrote for Han Li, but it was unexpected...

Tiangan Palace, the emperor's bedroom.

There were several rows of shrunken, scorched faces on the ground. The faces were big or small, but noses and eyes could be seen. At this time, a pair of big hands with well-defined joints gently placed a distorted human face. Place them neatly in the last row, aligned with the previous row.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, I don't want to die, the snow-walking raccoon slave raised by the empress obviously ran away by herself..."

"That slut, Weiling, really thinks that by climbing into His Majesty's dragon bed, a sparrow can turn into a phoenix? She also wants to give birth to a dragon child, and she is daydreaming, come here, and give that little slut some soup to avoid children. "

"Recently, there are always young maids and eunuchs missing in the palace, and the Dali Temple can't find anything unusual. Is it really a ghost?"

"..."

The mouths of those faces opened and closed, and the words they spoke were extremely messy. There were secret affairs in the palace, some complained and got angry, and there were voices of crying and self-pity. The whole bedroom was very noisy.

There was only one man with a concentrated expression, who perfectly cut off the faces of the emperor with a scalpel formed by ghost energy, and even placed them neatly in an obsessive-compulsive manner.

The emperor was lying on the ground with more air intake and less air output. He looked at the man feebly, not knowing whether the man wanted to save him or torture him.

At this time, the emperor's body was no longer in human form, the large and small blood holes on his body were hideous and terrifying, and the fascia of flesh and blood was undoubtedly exposed.

Qin Zechen had given up on watching such a cruel and weird surgery scene, and went to observe the antiques one by one with Wen Renyuan and Jiang Nuan.

Fortunately, the reduction of those faces allowed Han Li to regain some strength, but it was only mediocre, and he could only speak a few words.

"As long as you can save me, I will agree to anything you want." At this time, Han Li still didn't know Nie Zheng's character, so he used the most common method to win people's hearts.

Nie Zheng helped the frame of the mirror that had slipped off because of lowering his head. The candlelight was faint, and the man's face reflected was also dim.

"Your majesty, you have a debt and a debt, why do these grudges possess you, do you have a decision in your heart?"

Thanks Feng Miao for the monthly pass!