What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

The first thing to make a sound was the chair that was stained with rotten corpse water.

The crunching sound came out like chewing beans, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silent environment.

The faint light of the luminous beads was gradually dissipating, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

A pale bony hand stretched out from the chair, moving its knuckles.

Guan Er grabbed his hand, approached him calmly, and whispered: "Song Song, it's so dark..."

Song Xianzhi noticed his trembling and fear, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a little funny, and even teased him in a low voice: "I remember, someone seemed to say that he is not afraid of ghosts."

Guan Er swallowed his saliva, but his mouth was still stubborn: "Of course I am not afraid of those things, but some, some are afraid of the dark..."

Song Xianzhi: "Yes, yes, I am afraid of the dark and insects, but I am not afraid of ghosts... Then you have to protect me for a while..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched his ear.

Hearing the strange sound in his ears, Guan Er shrank his neck again, hugged his arm and said nothing.

Song Xianzhi was surprised, Guan Er seemed to be much better-behaved since just now, and he no longer quarreled with him like before.

However, before he could delve into the situation, the ghost hands that were originally embedded in the chair quickly came out, grasping the ground with five fingers, and crawled along the surrounding walls.

In the darkness, the white bones reflected the cold light, moving stiffly and swiftly.

Caught off guard, a hand suddenly jumped out from the wall and grabbed the shoulder of one of the disciples.

In a trance, the ghost's hand shrank, and it actually directly crushed the thick and strong arm.

Flesh and blood splattered on the gray wall, and was absorbed by the wriggling in the blink of an eye.

The disciple whose shoulder had been removed screamed, and swung his sword to cut off the ghost's hand.However, I don't know if he was attracted by the strong smell of blood emanating from his body, but the other ghost hands quickly gathered towards him, rushing head-on.

The ghost hand moved its stiff five fingers, and the sound it made was like laughter, hitting the eardrum densely.

The disciple was almost dumbfounded, and the sword light he swung could hardly counteract those countless ghostly hands. Seeing that a hand hit his face, it was about to crush his head with force.

Song Lianzhi immediately drew out his sword, and flew over to pick off the ghost hand with a sword. While swinging a few swords, he took the disciple's collar and stepped back a few steps, standing between the other disciples.

The people in front left, and the ghost hands rushed towards them. Those who hadn't reacted in the last second suddenly became sober, and waved their swords in a hurry. Most of them were Nascent Soul cultivators. Get rid of those ghost hands.

Song Xianzhi silently stopped the bleeding and healed the wound in the back, seemingly orderly, but in fact his whole hand was shaking.

This disciple looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, and he should be a rare cultivation genius to be able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm at this age, but now he is missing a hand, and his sword skills are worrying.

He looked at Song Xianzhi with tears in his eyes, half of his shoulders were bare bones, he kept shaking his head, and muttered: "Senior Brother Song, it's useless... In this life, I'm destined not to be able to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship..."

Song Xianzhi was stunned, wanting to comfort him, but didn't know what to say.

Once the ghost hand was cut off, it fell to the ground and became a pile of ordinary bones.

Tang Tang squatted on the ground to check.

This ghost hand is undoubtedly human's hand, but it still has a warm temperature on it, and it even feels a bit like human skin. I don't know what method the Jing family used to make it.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's find a way to get out first."

"Yeah, this is too weird, we haven't killed those Jing family members, how can we be trapped here."

After finishing speaking, several disciples scattered in all directions, planning to find the exit.

The disciple Song Xianzhi saved had already fainted. He got up and planned to look for the exit, but his intuition told him that usually in such a situation, either there was no exit, or the exit was extremely difficult to find.

I just hope that there will be no more moths in this room in the future, otherwise it will consume them to death.

After the magic circle was opened, all the gaps in the hall disappeared, not to mention the gaps in the door, and there were no gaps in the floor tiles.

The stench floating in the air is getting heavier and heavier, mixed with the smell of blood that just came out.

Song Xianzhi poked the wall with the scabbard a few times, and found that the wall was a little soft, and it was slightly reflective and shiny in the dark environment.

As soon as he poked it, there was a low grunt from the wall, and some unknown liquid slowly seeped out.

The stench increased several times in an instant, and Song Xianzhi covered his mouth, almost fainting from the stench.

"There's something wrong with this wall..."

Song Xianzhi took a few steps back, pinched himself an air barrier, and then slashed across with his sword.

The sword light was wrapped in fine frost, and directly cut a hole in the wall, and there was a chaotic and piercing cry in the ear, and the sound made by the ghost hand was also mixed in it.

A gray-red liquid flowed down the wall, with an extremely stench.

When Song Xianzhi heard those voices, the bone sculptures outside the door instantly appeared in his mind, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.

Song Xianzhi took out all his magical weapons and distributed all the useful ones to everyone.

The wall completely turned into a beating human skin, with the sound of boiling water coming out of it, and more and more blood flowing out of it, very much like the scene seen on the wall at the end of the alley in Guihua Town that day.

After a while, the human skin rotted into small holes that were as thick as fingers, and then gradually enlarged.

The piercing, high-pitched cries of the baby pierced through the hole, like a suffocating baby struggling to emerge from the belly of its dead mother.

Those small holes are all over the surrounding walls, like a honeycomb.

A hand with sticky blood stuck out from it.

Accompanied by the crying sound, two white hands pulled to the sides, tore open a bigger opening, and half of the head protruded.

Song Xianzhi vomited out on the spot when he saw the faces of these people clearly, his face turned pale.

On the head that had rotted to the point where the skull was exposed, there were huge mouthparts belonging to millipedes opening and closing, revealing two or three rings of fine and dense teeth, and streams of viscous liquid gushed out of the throat.

"What the hell is this, it's disgusting!"

"I, my aura is dissipating!"

The disciples who were scattered all over hurriedly gathered together, their foreheads covered with fine sweat.

The stench was too strong. I don't know if it was accompanied by poisonous gas, which gradually dissipated the aura in the body.

Song Xianzhi had to use his mouth to gasp for breath, but he became more and more dizzy.

"No, if this continues, we will all die here!"

Tang Tang braced his body, and the sword light flew, cutting off the heads of those human bones that had poked their heads out.

The human bone lost its head, and instantly turned into white milk, melting into the blood, but immediately after, hundreds of hands stretched out from different openings...