A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

The voice-activated lights flickered on and off, messy shadows were reflected on the ceiling and walls, and there was a whimper of resentment from time to time.

Shu Ange walked through the corridor, pushed open the door of the stairwell, and planned to walk down the stairs to meet Zong Yujing. She held the talisman he gave her before, with the Yuqing sword across her chest, staring at the front with all her concentration.

"Bam—"

Suddenly something rolled down the stairs, Shu Ange dodged in time, and found that the thing rolling down was a human head with tousled hair—or a human head as big as a bucket.

After Shu Ange avoided the head swollen like a big rock, it suddenly flew up from the stair landing and charged towards her with its **** mouth open.

The rotten and swollen big head exudes a disgusting stench, and Shu Ange vaguely saw that the big head should have been a woman before her death, and the fangs were very ferocious.

Shu Ange took a step back, threw a talisman, then turned over and jumped directly down the stairs. The thunder light exploded, his big head screamed, and bang bang bang banged against the wall, leaving many marks with pus.

There was a disgusting smell in the air, Shu Ange endured the discomfort and continued to rush forward, using his spiritual sense to probe Zong Yujing's position while rushing.

The Xinxing Building is very strange. The entire building is filled with almost substantive yin energy. There have only been a few murders here, but Shu Ange feels like he is staying in a mass grave.

Thinking of this, a flash of light suddenly flashed in her mind.

Maybe the Xinxing Building used to be a mass grave!

In the past, the urban area was small, but after the continuous expansion of the urban area, the mass graves in many places were changed to schools or commercial areas and residences.

Because this kind of thing is too common, it is usually not specified.

After thinking of this, Shu Ange rushed forward faster, it was more dangerous than she and Zong Yujing expected.

"Friend Zong, where are you?"

When the Yin Qi is too heavy and almost hinders the consciousness, calling the other party's name has become the simplest and most effective way of communication.

After calling for a while and no one answered, Shu Ange changed his name to "Zong Yujing".

At this moment, the sound of iron plates collided with the neat steps, and the corridor and the room suddenly disappeared. Shu Ange found that she was standing on a deserted sandy ground with a dark sky like blood.

In front of her, a group of yin soldiers wearing ancient armor and lacking arms and legs, holding weapons in their hands, came to her in an orderly line.

This kind of shock is definitely more tingling than a lot of walking dead rushing at the same time in the movie.

Looking at the style of the armor, these ghost soldiers have existed for more than hundreds of years. It has not dissipated for so many years, and the resentment on their bodies can be imagined.

Shu Ange made a decisive decision, and based on his memory, he turned and ran towards the top of the stairs.

After she ran up, those Yin soldiers seemed to have received some orders and chased after her in unison.

When they walked in a neat line, they looked very clumsy, but when they spread out to chase Shu Ange, each one became more dexterous, and soon they were only a stone's throw away from her.

"hateful."

Shu Ange's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he rushed forward with the strength of feeding, and at the same time worried about the safety of Qi Zong Yujing.

Had he encountered a larger number of Yin soldiers and encountered danger, or he would have turned back to her as soon as he was taken down by the elevator.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The Yin Soldier shouted the word "kill" and rushed towards Shu Ange, full of momentum, reminding her of the ancient battlefield.

"It's not that easy to kill me."

Seeing that the opponent was about to catch up, Shu Ange turned around abruptly, grabbed a handful of talismans and threw them out, while laying a simple formation on his side.

She is not someone to be slaughtered, and she will never let these things take her life.

"Hey..."

When the situation was extremely urgent, cries suddenly sounded, Shu Ange looked down, and Xiao Huanghuang stuck his head out of her satchel.

"Didn't I put you in the hotel?"

Shu Ange was worried that he would accidentally hurt Xiao Huang Huang when he hunted ghosts today, so he specially put it in the hotel, and who knew that it somehow slipped out with her.

"Woo, you eat me and destroy the ghost."

Xiao Huanghuang stared at soybean-like eyes, holding back his fear, and took the initiative to ask Shu Ange to eat himself.

She pressed Xiao Huanghuang's head into the bag, and then threw out a talisman: "Hide yourself well, I'm not an ogre, why did I eat something that opened the mind."

Xiao Huanghuang was moved to tears when she heard Shu Ange's words, and forgave her occasional slip of the tongue.

It hid in the backpack and listened to the movement outside. It was heartbroken and wished to drive away those ghosts for Shu Ange.

The talismans were thrown out like snowflakes, and the shadow soldiers did not decrease, but more and more. Shu Ange was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside.

"boom--"

The defensive formation she hastily built was finally broken, seven or eight weapons stabbed at her at the same time, Shu Ange let out a soft cry, and was about to fight recklessly with the Yuqing sword, and the melodious sound of the flute suddenly sounded.

Shu Ange's brows loosened, and the corners of his lips couldn't help showing a smile, and the sound of the flute became desolate and desolate, very similar to the sad music played when soldiers were buried hundreds of years ago.

The Yin Soldiers suddenly stopped attacking, standing in the same place like stone statues, staring blankly behind Shu Ange.

She looked back, and on the desolate and vast battlefield, a figure in a yellow Taoist robe walked slowly towards her, blowing a purple jade flute.

Zong Yujing's eyes are not covered with brocade belts, and a pair of blood-red eyes, like a deep pool of blood, **** people into them firmly.

Shu Ange carried the Yuqing sword and walked towards Zong Yujing madly. At this moment, she just wanted to hold him in her arms, kiss his forehead, his eyes and his lips.

As the sound of the flute continued, the Yin Soldiers put down their weapons one by one. In the silent and sad atmosphere, they first turned into bones, then turned into dust and disappeared into the empty battlefield.

There are fewer and fewer Yin soldiers, and the distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

Shu Ange finally walked in front of Zong Yujing. The yellow sand filled the sky and the weeds were dyed red by dried blood. She raised her head, reached out and gently touched Zong Yujing's cheek with her fingertips.

"You finally came."

Her bright smile, like the sun, illuminated the dim battlefield.

Zong Yujing looked at the last Yin soldier who disappeared, put down the purple jade flute in his hand, and the tragic and touching sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

"I'm coming."

Shu Ange put both hands on Zong Yujing's cheeks, her eyes filled with a smile, her feet quietly lifted off the ground, and she gently kissed the cinnabar mole hidden between his eyebrows.

After the crisis was over, Xiao Huanghuang stuck his head out of his satchel, covered his eyes after seeing this scene and said, "Shy, shy face."

Zong Yujing stretched out his hand and pressed Xiao Huanghuang's head down, it squeaked a few times and stopped trying to get his head out.

(Meow, Lan Qiao, who is afraid of trembling, said that I will write it during the day tomorrow, and I am afraid to write about this plane at night)