The Last Train to Hell

It was impossible to catch me off guard.

I swung the small axe, which looked quite scary.

The actual damage was very touching. I swung it more than ten times, but only three or five of them landed on him.

This time, I didn't cut a big wound, but left some subtle marks on him.

I was very satisfied to leave some subtle marks.

That thing also saw that I was just a show-off, and it came to provoke me from time to time.

However, the small axe was really comfortable to use and very easy to use. It might not get anything good if it came to provoke me.

I didn't suffer any loss, but it was impossible to get an advantage.

Anyway, I didn't get hurt, which was the best result.

I don't know how long I fought, and my arms were so sore.

Master Lin's movements also slowed down, just when we both felt desperate.

The spirit and the things I faced disappeared at the same time, just out of thin air.

I am sure that I didn't even blink, but it just disappeared.

It disappeared without a trace, completely, without leaving any trace.

"Don't relax, be careful."

I was about to sit on the ground when Master Lin's scolding came over.

I even suspected that he was the worm in my stomach, how could he know my thoughts so clearly?

"Go forward, this thing should appear here again in a while."

I didn't ask Master Lin why, and simply followed his instructions.

I followed him and walked inside. This time I couldn't help but look back after a few steps.

Master Wang Jiu told me that it is a terrible thing to hand over your back to the spirits.

When I was in Muling Village, this old bastard secretly sucked my yang energy.

I got into trouble with the spirit resentment, I remember it very clearly, this place is not a good place, the things inside may be more terrible than the spirit resentment.

After walking a few steps, I saw a big pit, a huge pit, full of blood.

I am very sure that the blood inside is all human blood, but I don't know why the blood didn't coagulate inside.

How many people must be killed to bleed so much.

I was panicking, and I felt that this pit of blood seemed to have some magic that attracted me and focused all my attention on it.

Master Lin also looked surprised. Perhaps the appearance of this pit of blood was unexpected for him.

"Be careful, there is human blood in it, and I don't know how many people they have killed over the years."

Now we live in a society ruled by law, and it is amazing to kill so many people silently.

I feel it is not worth it for the people who died here. Why should their blood be used by others after they died?

"Oh no, it's all the blood of people born in yin years and yin months. There must be something big in this blood."

Master Lin stepped back several steps, and I followed him.

The hand holding the small axe exerted force again, just waiting for the danger to come, so that he could use his only strength to give him a fatal blow.

Hit him back, otherwise Master Lin and I will be in danger today.

I don't know how many bad things Jinsuocheng and others have done without our knowledge.

With so much blood, how many lives did he have? Didn't the people he killed become ghosts and seek revenge on him?

I was so curious. I always wanted to ask Master Lin a question. After the ghost killed someone, the person became a ghost.

Then they still had to fight? How could he be sure that the person would not become a ghost and seek revenge on him?

The blood began to churn, just like a boiling pot, with many bubbles coming out of it.

Then it burst, and many bubbles came out again, and then burst.

I watched for more than ten minutes, but nothing came out.

The sequelae of high mental concentration is fatigue. I felt very tired, and my whole body was exhausted.

It was like my body was hollowed out. I didn't think much about it, but Master Lin reacted quickly.

"Quickly retreat, the things in the pool are absorbing our energy and lifespan."

I wanted to respond to Master Lin, but found that I couldn't even move.

There was a black feeling in front of my eyes, and my temples were throbbing with pain.

My body was protesting to me, protesting to me seriously.

I felt bad for myself, but I really couldn't control myself. I was probably going to die here.

The coin broke free from my shirt pocket and fell to the ground. I saw a little white light coming out of it and turned into Bai Xian's figure.

Then she pushed me, and I took several steps back and fell to the ground.

And her figure disappeared into the air immediately.

The coin also turned into an ordinary coin. Master Lin didn't say anything.

I felt worse and worse. It was Bai Xian who saved me. What method did she use to leave a little trace of herself on the coin.

She wanted to stay and protect me, and she did it, but I lost her again.

"Drink some water and go forward. I think Bai Xian should be in front."

Master Lin's tone was very firm, but I didn't want to pay attention to him.

My Bai Xian, such a beautiful girl, why is she so stubborn and has to compete with me.

She can find someone better if she leaves me. There are too many people better than me in this world.

Bai Xian has such a beautiful appearance and a charming figure that even a spirit would like her.

Why bother being with me? I am just a wooden man who doesn't understand romance. When she was around, I never responded to her.

Just when I was sad, I heard footsteps behind me. It sounded like human footsteps.

This surprised me. How could there be someone in such a place?

Could it be that they are in the same group as Jinsuocheng?

Then we are both in danger. I don't know if I can meet Bai Xian after I die.

Will she be waiting for me somewhere?

I was relieved to see that it was a person coming over. It is better to deal with people than with spirits.

Dealing with spirits every day, I sometimes doubt whether I am a human or a spirit.

"Sun Laoqi said that you entered the ancient tomb, but I didn't believe it. I didn't expect that you really wanted to die."

The person who spoke was the one who came. He was wearing a black suit. It was obviously dark, and he was wearing a pair of sunglasses.

Moreover, he didn't use a flashlight and wore sunglasses all the way.

How did he see the road clearly? Or had he been here before, so he could walk in with his eyes closed?

I was very surprised and wanted to ask him about his identity, but he looked like a hermit and I couldn't even see his face clearly.