Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 21

"This... what kind of monster is this?!"

Feng Xuanming was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

In front of him was Song Jinghong whose head was gnawed off by the Dragon King and chewed in his mouth.

Like a berry popping in the mouth, the sticky red color is splashed with pulp.

"vomit--"

Feng Xuanming's scalp was numb and he retched with nausea.

1 minutes ago.

The pipa dragon girl woke up, played the pipa and hummed half a sentence, and the statue of the dragon king in the golden pond shook off half of the benevolent shell like a skin, revealing a rotten and ugly dragon scale face, and slowly opened its mouth to them.

"Roar--!"

The roar was deafening.

Before the three of them could react, the Dragon King seemed to break out of his shell, tearing through the jade robe and turning into a three-meter-tall black dragon, biting Song Jinghong, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

"Let's go!" Song Jinghong gritted his teeth, took off the snake ring and stuffed it to Fang Shu, pushing him away as expected.

In the next second, the boy's head was bitten off by the sharp teeth of the black dragon, and he died on the spot.

"The side of good and evil."

Fang Shu clenched the snake ring seven inches tightly, looking vigilantly at the Dragon King, who was half compassionate and half ferocious.

The Dragon King swallowed his prey satiated, his face suddenly twitched a few times, and the black glue like a broken root was pulled outward, forming a new head, a human face covered with rotten dragon scales.

"Then, that face..."

Feng Xuanming trembled, "Why is that face the same as Song Jinghong?!"

Under the dragon scales was Song Jinghong's face.

"more than."

Fang Shu lifted Feng Xuanming's back collar, and said in a low voice, "Run to the second floor!"

The dragon girl "giggled" twice, stepped up to the stone fountain, and played the pipa music under her hand, in a charming and charming way:
"The shabby room is empty, and the bed was full of wats; the decayed grass and poplars used to be a singing and dancing venue."

The black dragon in the center of the fountain swayed to the music, blood tumors swelled up at the base of its neck, and the dragon head burst out.

"The spider's silk is full of carved beams, and the green gauze is now on the awning window."

Fang Shu turned his head and glanced.

The dragon girl danced lightly by the fountain, her neck suddenly turned over, and her kind eyebrows and eyes turned into a cold and treacherous look.

[I'll go, why do you still have two faces]
[Stop looking, run quickly]
[Gray fog, the gray fog has risen, what is this for?Soar through the clouds and ride the fog! ]
Under the singing, the misty gray mist erodes the space, recreating the ethereal singing and dancing feast in the "Dragon Palace" in a trance.

"Sister Lan..."

"I know."

Yan Lan leaned against the handrail and straightened her sleeves. She raised her eyes when she saw Fang Shu running upstairs, and her eyes fell on Feng Xuanming:

"You and Zhang Wen leave together—give Song Jinghong the snake ring."

After she finished speaking, Fang Shu immediately pulled off the snake's head and fed it to Feng Xuanming's snake ring.

The countdown jumps back to "00:18:20".
"The passage is under the shrine."

Yan Lan tugged the cup rope to her arm:

"Put valuable things on your body into the merit box, just hope that the way out will be smooth, and then leave here."

"Hold on."

Zhang Wen half pulled Feng Xuanming up, looked at Yan Lan: "Be careful."

Yan Lan nodded, patted Fang Shu on the shoulder, and walked downstairs facing the gray fog.

"Why is that?"

"'February [-]nd, the dragon raises its head, and firecrackers feast at the Dragon Palace at the third watch', after midnight, today is the dragon raising its head.

"Of course, there should also be the blessing of my trouble with the Fishbone Temple."

Yan Lan's tone was loose, and she pressed her half-alienated forearm with her fingertips:

The black air spread, and the dense rotten fish scales exuded a stench. As the muscles stretched and pierced the flesh, the pain was severe and long-lasting.

"Now this is the home field of 'Dragon Lord'."

Yan Lan stopped and looked sideways, and laughed playfully: "And the Dragon King Banquet...isn't it already singing and dancing, has it started?"

Downstairs, the evil-faced dragon girl played the pipa backwards, looked at Yan Lan from a distance, and showed a malicious smile.

As soon as I turned around, the rhythm of the pipa sound was like a shower hitting the face, and the opera was melodious and strange:
"Looking at the flowers in the fog is not a flower, looking at the moon in the water is not the moon;

"Right and wrong are both true and false, and good and evil are both right and evil."

Before the play was finished, the fragments of the three dragon statues scattered around the fountain followed the vibrato, and the three vermilion lips on the ground closed and closed, laughed and sang:
"Come like a strange dream, it's kind of real, and all living beings are fake without a trace;

"People's hearts are dark and deep, and it is harder to guess than nonsense."

The stabbing pain in his right arm continued to intensify, eroding inward like sulfuric acid, and blood rolled and rotten flesh fell down.

Fang Shu grabbed Yan Lan's wrist, couldn't help gasping, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

The scales of the fish are dense and terrifying, piercing into the flesh, crooked and distorted like hundreds of smiling human faces, emitting black air with the singing of the pipa girl.

Spreads pollution at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[Help, help, my san value is gone]
[Damn madman deserves it, telling you to pretend to be a violation of the rules, dragging your mother]
[Hurry up and die, I haven't seen anyone rotten alive yet]
[It hurts, hurts, it hurts to death, why is Yan Lan still laughing]
"Because it sounds nice, isn't that a bad word?"

Yan Lan whispered, she almost couldn't hear Fang Shu's words clearly, the pain in her head was like splitting and churning, crushing and numb.

"How well written this word..."

Yan Lan laughed softly.

The lingering ravings in the ears gradually became clear, filled with chaotic shouts of anger, sarcasm, and laughter. The familiar sounds were only screams and weeping, and the noise turned into deafening mourning.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the picture was broken like a blurred mirror, burning into a raging fire in a stunned blood, burning into his barren sea of ​​hearts, and the blood-soaked god statue seemed to be left with only madness and tearing rage.

The yin-yang fish on the jade cup spun wildly, almost turning blood red.

"It hurts so much, I hurt so much..."

Yan Lan blinked and murmured, then suddenly reached out and took out a scalpel from her alchemy pocket, bit off the protective sheath and cut off a large piece of rotten fish scales.

Blood spurted.

"Sister Lan——!"

"Worship gods and ask Buddha to sacrifice body and soul, ants and internal organs ask high-ranking officials;

"Loving eyes and Zen mouth is full of skin, and greed, anger, ignorance and ignorance are wrapped in cocoons."

The pipa dragon girl danced around the fountain, the bloody white soles of her feet splashed, her voice was piercing for a while, and her voice was soft and sweet for a while.

Crazy pipa sounds penetrate the entire museum.

Just as Fang Shu was about to stop him, Yan Lan pressed a scalpel against his neck.

"Shh, good boy, don't make noise."

"I'm sober, I'm not sick," Yanlan tilted her head and whispered, and after scanning the surroundings, the corners of her lips curled up, "Let me listen to their voices for a while."

There was no one around, Fang Shu's complexion changed suddenly.

"The appearance of demons and monsters is like a human skin, and the desire is not enough to swallow the elephant like a snake;

"Firecrackers sound on February [-]nd, and worship the Dragon King in the middle of the night."

The strings of the pipa broke, and the dragon girl "giggled" coquettishly, her scarlet pupils staring at the two upstairs.

The originally thin gray fog spread from all directions, covering the sky and covering the ground, with a pungent smell of blood.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

At the moment when the gray mist completely descended, the dragon girl laughed and was crushed and swallowed by the black dragon!
The sarcoma on the black dragon's neck burst open, and the most central female dragon's head grew out.

The escaped nine-headed dragon had a missing neck and six distinct human faces with curved lips, grinning at the humans in the hunting cage.

Vision is completely dark.

(End of this chapter)