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The two never expected that the oil corpse would break free from the black rope and overturn the corpse oil lamp.

The balance of the ruined temple has been completely destroyed.

"Quick! Go get the black blood sword, I'll light the corpse oil lamp!" The black-hatted man shouted immediately.

"Okay..." Feng An shivered, his hands and feet trembling and kept calling.

The ruined temple was dark and quiet, and the heartbeat could be heard clearly.

The air was very cold, and the strong smell of corpses with fishy smell spread.

After the lights went out, it takes a process for people to adapt to the darkness, and night vision and spatial perception will be greatly reduced.

Even so, they must act in this state, and there is no delay.

"Da... Da..."

Subtle footsteps came, sounding like a person with wet feet walking on the ground.

Hearing this sound, the black-hatted man's hair stood on end.

The oil corpse began to move.

The ruined temple was dark, and two people and an oil corpse were in this small space.

"Da... Da..."

The oil corpse was moving very slowly, and had left its original position. No one knew where it was.

Maybe it was right in front of him, or maybe it was right behind him.

The black-hatted man gritted his teeth and didn't think about it. He approached the altar based on his memory and reached out to grope carefully.

The oil corpse was nearby, and he might bump into that guy in the next second.

Even so, the black-hatted man was still groping nervously.

"It must be quick!"

He knew that the oil corpse might have just woken up and had poor mobility, so he had to take this opportunity to light the corpse oil lamp and restore balance.

Feng An on the opposite side was also groping nervously. Compared with the black-hatted man, he was much more timid.

He didn't dare to move much, and took small steps, groping slowly in front of him with two trembling hands.

"Altar... I have to find the altar first..." He looked around in horror, and for a moment he couldn't tell the direction of the altar.

"Bang!!!"

A loud noise came, and the originally dead and broken temple was also shaken, and the two cautious people were even more frightened.

"What happened..." Feng An said in a trembling voice.

The black-hatted man opposite was also terrified, but he couldn't see the situation clearly in the darkness.

Even so, he could guess what happened.

The evil ghost in the blood coffin should have come out.

Because at the moment when the loud noise was made, the ghost windbreaker that bound the blood coffin was broken free.

The fact was indeed as he thought.

In the darkness, the blood coffin opened a crack, and a pale white hand with scarlet nails stretched out.

"Damn it!" The black-hatted man didn't expect that the evil ghost in the blood coffin would revive so quickly.

They had only been groping for a few seconds just now.

He wanted to find the corpse oil lamp quickly based on his memory, but his ability to move in the dark was too poor.

So he had to give up groping temporarily and took out the ghost cigarettes and lighter from his arms.

"Pop!"

The lighter lit up, but the flame did not appear. After all, the darkness here could not be illuminated by physical flames.

The flame was invisible, and it took some effort to light the ghost cigarette.

During this period, Feng An on the opposite side was still groping. Suddenly, his hand seemed to touch something, and there was a special touch.

Cold, oily, and a little sticky.

"This is..."

Feng An was shocked. He quickly guessed what he had touched, but he fell to the ground the next second.

He was completely out of breath.

"What's wrong?" The black-hatted man seemed to hear the sound of Feng An falling to the ground, and became more nervous.

At this time, the ghost cigarette was finally lit, and the faint green light illuminated the surrounding darkness.

The moment the green light came on, the black-hatted man was startled, and his hair stood up.

Less than a palm in front of him, the rotten and sticky face of the oil corpse was looking at him quietly.

Two swollen big hands stopped on both sides of his head, as if they would strangle him to death at any time.

However, for some reason, the oil corpse remained still, but the two swollen hands did not fall down.

The black-hatted man looked at the oil corpse nervously, holding his breath, and dared not move.

After a few seconds, the oil corpse retracted his hands and slowly retreated, as if he had given up attacking him.

The black-hatted man breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the ghost cigarette in his hand and thinking, is this oil corpse afraid of light?

He could not care about so much, the most urgent thing was to light the corpse oil lamp.

Under the green light of the ghost cigarette, he quickly found the fallen corpse oil lamp on the altar, so he slowly stretched out the ghost cigarette and prepared to light it.

He did not dare to move too violently, because the oil corpse was still staring at him, as if it would attack at any time.

The faint green light of the ghost cigarette was the only light source in the ruined temple, but the place it illuminated was very limited, and it could only reflect the oil corpse and the altar in front of it, and other places were dark.

The ruined temple was still dark and cold. Suddenly, a cold wind blew,The black-hatted man got goosebumps instantly.

"Ka..."

The sound of wood sliding came, and the black-hatted man glanced at it and was shocked.

The evil ghost in the blood coffin was moving the coffin lid.

In the darkness, the pale white hand with red nails was grabbing the coffin lid, moving it little by little, and the gap in the blood coffin was getting bigger and bigger.

Through the gap, you can see that the inside of the blood coffin is pitch black, and the darkness is deeper, like smoke, and seems to be slightly fluctuating.

Seeing this, the black-hatted man didn't care about the oil corpse, and immediately rushed to the altar, and quickly extended the ghost cigarette to the wick of the corpse oil lamp.

"Chi!"

The dim flame burned, and the light slowly dispelled the darkness of the ruined temple, and the cold in the air gradually receded.

The corpse oil lamp was finally lit.

"Da... Da..."

At this time, the oil corpse took a few steps back, as if it didn't dare to get close to the corpse oil lamp, but it still didn't leave, and its hideous face looked at the black-hatted man quietly.

The evil spirit in the blood coffin also stopped moving, but the pale white hand with red nails was still stretched out.

"Is it safe..." The black-hatted man nervously looked at the scene in the ruined temple.

Opposite the blood coffin, Feng An, who had fallen to the ground, was no longer in human form, as if he had been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, leaving only a skeleton and turbid mucus mixed with internal organs.

But the ghost skin was still covering him, shrinking in waves, and it was obvious that the evil spirit was about to revive.

Seeing Feng An's tragic death, the black-hatted man couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

But now is not the time to grieve for others, he is not out of danger yet.

The evil spirits in the oil corpse and the blood coffin were temporarily suppressed by the corpse oil lamp, but they have not stopped moving.

After all, the black rope has been broken and the blood coffin has been opened. It is obviously not enough to suppress these two evil spirits with just a corpse oil lamp.

Therefore, the last resort must be taken.

Thinking of this, the black-hatted man looked at the black blood sword on the altar.

The Black Blood Sword was placed horizontally on the shelf, dark and strange, and the space around the blade seemed a little distorted. It was obvious that this sword was not an ordinary thing.

At this moment, the black hat man could not care so much, because only this sword could save him.

So he grabbed the hilt of the Black Blood Sword without hesitation.

"Hiss!"

The moment he just grasped the hilt, the ghost windbreaker shrank violently, and it actually made a tearing sound...