Being too ferocious because of caution

Chapter 399 The Fourth Floor

When Zhao Yi said this, he was immediately laughed at by the hanging heads upstairs.

He was not angry.

There was a faint smile on his lips.

Zhao Yi saw that some heads started to curse and ridicule.

And some heads... followed suit with empty expressions.

In such a cemetery with scarce resources, class will be reflected extremely seriously.

This is why the black shadow can enter and exit the cemetery at will, while these heads can only be hung outside the building wall as bells.

No one likes to be deprived of their bodies and hung outside as bells.

They are like this, nothing more than being forced by the times.

Of course, Zhao Yi did not expect these evil spirits to help him deal with the controller behind the cemetery.

Without other factors, it is difficult to turn the enemy against him with just two or three words.

He just wanted to see how cohesive the controller behind this tomb is.

Now he saw it.

Zhao Yi slowly took out the synthesized golden item from the inventory - Barrett the Mouth Gun.

Then he aimed at the heads hanging outside the building.

"You are too noisy."

Zhao Yi said:

"If you like it... then I will give you some excitement."

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[Item: Barrett the Mouth Gun]

[Quality: Gold]

[Introduction: Hard Mouth + Magic Barrett. ]

[Effect: Select a target and shoot it. The hard mouth will continue to output to it. The output has strong mental pollution and has different effects depending on the opponent's mental strength. ]

[Note: When your mental power is higher than that of the opponent, 30% of Barrett the Mouth Gun's mental attack is converted into real damage! ]

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Zhao Yi used Barrett the Mouth Gun to output to the heads hanging outside the entire building.

Their crazy abuse soon turned into wailing!

The sound of some kind of rodent sounded in my ears, torturing them in various extraordinary ways!

This torture directly affects their spirits and leaves terrible trauma...

In just a few minutes, these heads exploded into a pool of blood on the spot, and the resentment on their bodies dissipated.

Some other heads saw this scene and were so scared that they immediately closed their mouths tightly and pretended to be dead!

"Kill me... Kill me ah ah ah ah..."

"Help..."

"Woo woo woo... Hahahahaha..."

The numbing crying and laughing sounded all around.

The blood and tears in the eyes flowed out of the mouth and nose along with the brain matter...

In the end, everything fell silent.

Zhao Yi stood outside the building, watching the end of this wonderful drama, and then looked at the remaining heads and smiled:

"Be obedient..."

"Don't make noise."

"My patience is limited... Okay?"

The heads closed their mouths tightly, like a group of good babies.

These heads are all evil spirits that follow the trend.

They are not really loyal to the controller behind the scenes.

They will not become stones that get in the way of Zhao Yi's feet.

So Zhao Yi did not kill them.

Zhao Yi walked into this medieval retro building.

There were all kinds of violent and bloody artworks on display inside.

Paintings, statues, stone carvings, runes...

There were also some flesh-and-blood poems.

Going deeper inside.

Biological specimens gradually appeared.

Human skin, eyeballs, genitals...

They were soaked in a light red solution.

All he could see was hideous.

Here, it was the mess left after the violent and bloody carnival.

Some rotten murals had portraits of people, and because they were infected by the corpse gas of the big evil, they evolved into terrifying evil spirits!

A cold look shone through the portraits.

A cold and sharp blood claw appeared behind Zhao Yi.

Silently.

It stretched towards Zhao Yi's neck.

Clang!

The sharp Tang sword swung behind him, like a flash of lightning, and chopped the blood claw into ashes!

The screams were accompanied by the black mist.

It retracted into a scroll.

But unfortunately, Zhao Yi had no intention of letting him go.

He walked briskly to the front of the painting, staring at the completely decayed person in the portrait and admiring him.

Suddenly he took out a lighter.

He stretched it under the scroll.

Slowly lit it.

The flame was bright, disgusting but with a rotten smell.

It was like burning a corpse.

But Zhao Yi didn't mind the disgusting smell.

He was waiting for the ghost in the painting to come out.

His eyes faintly revealed excited scarlet.

It was a look from hell.

The ghost in the painting endured the burning of the fierce fireworks and let out a shrill scream that echoed throughout the corridor.

It was not afraid of fireworks.

But the painting was afraid.

The burning pain forced the evil ghost to escape from the painting, but as soon as its head appeared from the painting, it was cut into two pieces by a sharp Tang sword!

The black and smelly blood flowed from the painting, but failed to extinguish the burning fire.

Zhao Yi took a cigarette out of the cigarette box with one hand, put it in his mouth, and leaned over to the embers on the painting.

A spark.

The cigarette entered his lungs.

He stepped on the head on the ground that was being eaten by the touch of oblivion.

Zhao Yi came to another painting, stared at the ghost in the painting, and asked:

"Who can talk here?"

The ghost in the painting looked at the blood mud under Zhao Yi's shoes and replied very tactfully:

"The meeting room on the 4th floor."

Zhao Yi thanked it politely and headed for the stairs at the end of the corridor.

He took a few steps.

The painted ghost suddenly added:

"You can't take the stairs on the left."

"That's a trap."

"Go right."

Zhao Yi paused.

He didn't look back.

He continued to walk forward.

His evil pupils would not be restricted by the game system in the big world, so he could see where the right path was.

What surprised Zhao Yi was that the ghost in the painting would take the initiative to remind him of the right path.

Interesting.

If it wasn't particularly hateful, it wouldn't do such a thing as using a tiger to drive away a wolf.

This shows that his previous judgment was not wrong.

In the tomb, different evil spirits... have deep grievances with each other.

At the end, turn right.

Zhao Yi's body passed through the foam-like wall.

An elevator made of human bones appeared in front of him.

There was a line of scripture engraved on it:

[Javier only told you that the fruits of the Eternal Tree in the Perfort Forest are extremely delicious]

[But he never said that countless corpses are buried under the tree]

Zhao Yi stood in the elevator.

The elevator slowly rose.

It stopped at the fourth floor.

When he got here, the ground was already covered with a thick layer of blood mud.

Zhao Yi stepped on it.

It was very sticky.

There were also some white bone arms that stretched out from the ground, grabbed his legs, and tried to drag Zhao Yi underground.

The Tang knife in his hand turned over and stabbed into the flesh and blood on the ground!

Taotie is not picky about food.

It also likes the resentment of all spirits.

With the help of the touch of oblivion, it began to eat crazily.

The evil spirit in the blood mud screamed and tried to escape.

But the tentacles...had grown on their bodies.

Zhao Yi passed some torture chambers and saw some dead men of Jiejiao, as well as the miners who had followed him and Chen Fei before.

They were skinned and their tendons were pulled out, and their souls were absorbed as nutrients.

They couldn't die any more.

Zhao Yi swung his knife.

The bodies left by these ghosts were completely devoured by the gluttons.

Only the body of a special ghost was left.

-- Marlowe.

The leader of the construction ghosts who helped Zhao Yi build the airport in Guxuan Town.

It also died here.

Zhao Yi lifted its head, looked at it carefully for a few times, and then left the torture room.

On the road, a nun in black clothes appeared.

Its cheeks were completely rotten, and it held a green ghost candle in its hands.

Its eyes were resentful and sinister.

With a smile that mocked the dying.

It blew out the ghost candle in front of Zhao Yi.

And with it went out...

The light of this world.

Zhao Yi's vision was completely deprived.

The scene in front of him turned into a pitch-black darkness behind him...

"An ignorant outsider..."

"Darkness...will lead you into a bottomless abyss of fear..."

"Your soul will stay here forever and become the nutrients needed by the great Javier..."

The cold and eerie voice, mixed with an evil breath, blew into Zhao Yi's ears.

Zhao Yi said lightly:

"I will tear off your head."

The nun smiled coldly:

"You are so arrogant...eh!!"

Before it finished speaking, a burning arm carrying the breath of death suddenly grabbed its neck in the endless darkness!

On its arm, the strange runes slowly burned with black flames.

Zhao Yi opened his eyes, and his blood-red eyes were filled with madness and wantonness.

He exerted force in his hands.

The ghost nun's neck was crushed alive!

The power in her body was suppressed by the runes on Zhao Yi's arm, and she couldn't use it at all!

"He... He..."

It covered its neck that was about to break with both hands, unable to make a sound.

Zhao Yi tore its head off alive with a strong swing!

Even so, the nun ghost still did not die.

It stared at Zhao Yi.

It seemed to not understand why Zhao Yi's strength suddenly changed so much!

It was just a moment.

Zhao Yi went from a toy that could be crushed to death by one hand to a high-level half-step great evil that could be crushed to death with one hand!

Now that the dark personality has been completely integrated with Zhao Yi, with the Warring States martial arts atlas and Zhao Yi's Daowu, as well as the blessing of bloodline skills, even if the unparalleled is not opened, it can easily control ordinary half-step great evil!

Zhao Yi held Ma Luo's head in one hand and the nun ghost's head in the other hand, and continued to walk forward.

The ghost candle on the ground tried to block Zhao Yi's sight.

However, it was soon attached to the black fire on Zhao Yi's body.

In a few breaths, the ghost candle was burned to ashes.

"Please... forgive me..."

The nun ghost could hardly speak, and the great sense of emptiness made her feel very cold.

Zhao Yi lifted its head, looked into its eyes, and said seriously:

"Please don't beg for mercy."

"This will really spoil my fun."

"You started the game, and you surrendered halfway through... How boring."

"Everyone cooperate a little, and play this game to the end..."

PS: I can write 6000 words today.

This chapter is already 3000+.

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