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As soon as Cheng Song and Xu Run reached the second floor, they ran into Lu Yan who was surrounded by a group of puppet corpses.

Lu Yan was entangled all the way by the puppet corpse, his arms and back were covered with paint. Hearing the sound of someone coming, he kicked his long legs against the wall on one side of his body, and slammed a whip leg, throwing the nearest puppet The corpse kicked and flew out.

Gaining a moment of relief, Lu Yan quickly looked back and found that it was Su Li's teammate.

He was slightly startled, and a corpse puppet took the opportunity to pounce on his back. Lu Yan grabbed the neck of the corpse puppet with both hands, and threw it over violently.

Cheng Song and Xu Run hurried over to help.

"Your useless rookie subordinate." Lu Yan panted to Cheng Song while dealing with the puppet corpse, "Su Li, went to the third floor alone."

Cheng Song frowned in displeasure, and wanted to refute his shortcomings, but what the other party said seemed to be true again, and he couldn't refute it.

Su Li was indeed taken hostage by something who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost.

Lu Yan kicked another puppet corpse away, and continued: "Go to the third floor to look for it now, maybe you can save his life. It's too dangerous here, he can't survive."

Cheng Song's expression was a bit ugly: "We just met a mysterious man wearing a cat face mask. Su Li is in his hand. That man asked us to lead the puppet corpse to the lobby."

Lu Yan's movements suddenly stopped, and his arm was cut by the foot of the puppet corpse who took advantage of the situation.

"Cat face mask?" He hurriedly said, not caring about the injury, "What else did that person say?"

"No more." Cheng Song glanced at the puppet corpses surrounding them, "We will help you lure the puppet corpses here, please wake up other survivors who have fallen into the illusion."

"No." Lu Yan grabbed the head of a puppet corpse, and with his metal right hand, he tore the head off, "I'll go to the lobby, you guys go to save people."

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In the end, Cheng Song and Lu Yan led the puppet corpse to the lobby, and Xu Run went to wake up the comatose survivors on the floor who hadn't changed yet.

The two were chased by a group of puppet corpses to the corridor on the first floor. There were more puppet corpses on the first floor. Cheng Song and Lu Yan were almost trapped to death in the corridor. Fortunately, after the corridor turned, there was the lobby atrium.

The two turned down directly, and escaped the puppet corpses surrounding them.

A large group of puppet corpses chased Cheng Song and Lu Yan to the lobby. The two fought hard in the encirclement and suppression. During the period, they saw two support members of the Ghost Bureau running wildly in the corridor on the first floor.

But before Cheng Song called for support, he saw a group of puppet corpses chasing after the two.

Cheng Song: "..."

The two also ran to the lobby, but there were too many puppet corpses in the lobby, and there was no way for the two sides to meet, they could only care about themselves.

The four of them struggled more and more. During this period, Lu Yan tried to get out of the realm, but only encountered an invisible barrier as hard as a wall.

This place can only enter but not exit.

Lu Yan took the time to glance at the detection watch. There are no ghosts nearby. The watch can only detect the average ghost energy in the air, which has reached [-] points.

"There is a strange place." Cheng Song began to exhaust his energy, panting, "The boundary of the clubhouse has been relaxed, and the Ghost Bureau has sent dozens of supporters in one after another. Everyone will enter through the gate of the clubhouse, but why are we alone? Didn't you meet either?"

Lu Yan was startled, and quickly realized.

Once entering the domain, they will be immediately transferred by the ghosts of the clubhouse, and enter different illusions in different places. Everyone who falls into the illusion and fails to wake up in time will become a ghost belonging to the clubhouse.

The so-called support from the Supernatural Bureau has actually fueled the power of the ghosts in the clubhouse. No wonder the realm suddenly relaxes.

This is simply a trap.

If they can't go out all the time, the sober people will either be consumed to death in the clubhouse, or fall into a hallucination again and become a member of the ghost.

They had been in the clubhouse for more than two hours, but they hadn't seen the man in the suit. That ghost was hiding in the dark, killing everyone with illusion control.

"Continuing like this is not an option." Lu Yan kicked away a puppet corpse, "We must find that ghost hiding behind the scenes now, otherwise everyone will die."

Cheng Song also realized this problem.

"Go find it, leave it to..."

Before he finished speaking, a pitch-black foot suddenly protruded from his chest, and the pain was delayed before he realized that he was pierced by the puppet corpse.

"Fuck." Lu Yan cursed, and kicked the puppet body away from Cheng Song's back.

Cheng Song fell to the ground with weak knees, Lu Yan grabbed him with one hand, and punched hard with his metal right hand, barely breaking open the surrounded puppet corpses.

"How are you?" Lu Yan felt a wet feeling on his arm, which was the blood from the wound on Cheng Song's chest.

Cheng Song gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up by himself so as not to drag his teammates down, but he obviously underestimated his injury.

The pierced lungs were quickly filled with overflowing blood, and he spit out a large amount of blood foam from his mouth.

Lu Yan couldn't hold it anymore by himself, he was hit on the back, and he knelt down on the floor with Cheng Song. The two people beside him rushed over to help, but they barely protected Cheng Song.

The puppet corpses around are also like a group of cockroaches attracted by food, their feet slamming on the ground, their hideous faces with melted features stretched forward, their mouths fell into a huge black hole, and their tentacle-like tongues stretched out long, smelling The breath of the living is constantly twisting.

A puppet face was stretched out in front of Lu Yan, and the writhing pitch-black ghostly aura almost swept across Lu Yan's side face.

Lu Yan grabbed its hair, threw it away, knocked over two puppet corpses that were about to rush over, and gained a short gap.

The weapons on the other two were completely consumed, and they still had to protect Cheng Song...

They can't last too long, there are too many puppet corpses, and they will be exhausted to death here sooner or later.

Perhaps the purpose of the cat-faced man asking them to gather the puppet corpses was to consume them to death.

I really can't believe what the man said.

Lu Yan clenched the fingers of his left hand tightly, and his veins stretched obviously.

Now if you want to get out of the predicament, you can only...

He raised his eyes to look at the distorted faces of the puppet corpses around him, his breathing rate changed suddenly, and a black ghost pattern quietly appeared on the back of his hand, the color changed from light to dark, and the aura on his body also changed accordingly, exuding a faint ghost aura.

Cheng Song on the side widened his eyes in shock, coughed blood and said hoarsely: "Did you sign the ghost contract?"

Ghost contract, as the name suggests, is to sign a contract with a ghost, and after paying the price, you can borrow the power of the ghost.

But the price is often very high.

Cheng Song looked at Lu Yan's metal right hand, and suddenly understood how he survived an A-level ghost before.

Lu Yan's breathing became slow and laborious, and the ghost lines on his arms were clear and dark, even crawling to his stern side face.

This time, the ghost who signed the ghost contract with him will probably take his left hand or right leg, but he has no choice.

"Don't use ghost deeds." Cheng Song shouted, "Leave me here, run away."

"No." Lu Yan clasped his fingers tightly, leaving a few indentations on the floor. The ghost pattern is bringing him strength. Even if the price this time will make him lose his other hand, he will not keep his teammates.

The puppet corpses swarmed nearby, countless faces stretched out at the same time, black tentacles protruded from the fallen mouth, and were about to grab Lu Yan's face.

Lu Yan raised his head, and the dark ghost lines crawled across the side of his face, and were about to extend into his eyes...

Pa——A crisp finger snapping sound fell, followed by violent pressure like a wave, sweeping wildly along with the sound, and the ghost aura dissipated wherever it passed.

The ghostly tentacles protruding from the puppet corpse swished back, and the distorted and melted facial features retracted in horror, like a frightened swarm of insects, retreating in unison.

The ghost marks on Lu Yan's body also faded uncontrollably, his arms softened, and he knelt on the ground with one knee.

The injured Cheng Song couldn't bear the strong vomiting of blood, and passed out directly, being supported by two other teammates.

There was a sort of frozen silence in the hall.

All the puppet corpses retreated in the corner, raised their faces with melted features, and stared at the corridor on the second floor.

The emergency light on the wall gave off a faint light, elongating the shadows of the pillars and chandeliers in the upstairs corridor and casting them on the floor.

Invisible pressure continued to radiate from somewhere on the second floor, pressing on everyone present and the puppet corpses.

In the silent silence, a slender and dim shadow was suddenly cast from the second floor, elongated and landed on the clean floor.

Lu Yan stared at the shadow, his pupils suddenly narrowed.

This shadow has long hair.

"Clap."

The upper of the shoes stepped on the wooden railing, making subtle footsteps, and the shadow moved with the sound, extending and pressing on Lu Yan.

Lu Yan raised his head with difficulty and looked towards the second floor.

The light was dim, and the figure standing on the railing was vague and slender, with long hair hanging down to his waist, and the mask was blurred by the twilight, making it difficult to see the details, only the sinuous smile evoked, creepy and horrifying, as if overlooking hell God of evil.

Da da da——the sound of dense footsteps sounded, and an extraordinarily huge puppet corpse appeared behind the mysterious man. It had an upside-down pale face, and its hollow and huge eyes fixedly looked down.

One person and one monster stand upstairs, which is weird and harmonious.

Lu Yan's pupils tightened and he stared at the figure upstairs, his heart suddenly started beating wildly, as if he had once again experienced the suffocation of being caught by an invisible force.

"Long time no see." A voice came from upstairs, but it was not from the cat-faced man, but from the huge puppet corpse, "Captain Lu."

The corners of Lu Yan's lips tightened, and his heart beat faster and faster uncontrollably.

"Where's the information I want?" The man asked in a soft tone, but the voice came from the mouth of the puppet corpse behind him. His voice was distorted and hoarse, full of a strange sense of separation.

Lu Yan didn't speak, he didn't take Su Li's request to heart at all.The person in front of him, no, he is not human at all, but some kind of ghost that is more terrifying than ghosts.

For this kind of thing, Lu Yan never thought of cooperating with him. He agreed to his request at the beginning, just to take advantage of it, but he didn't expect that when the two met again, he would be at such a disadvantage, and the power of this mysterious person changed again. so powerful.

The man standing on the railing suddenly let out a soft laugh, with a hoarse and weird tone. He stepped forward, and his body fell straight from the height. His long and straight black hair fluttered because of his movement, and the red silk hanging from the edge of the mask It was like blood, rising leisurely along with the black hair.

His figure was like a light and agile Heiyan, landing steadily, and then he stepped forward, walking towards Lu Yan as silently as a ghost.

Lu Yan scratched the floor with his fingers, and the ghost pattern on the back of his hand quickly emerged, and the winding black lines quickly extended to his side face.

"I want to borrow ghost power..." The mysterious man in front of him spoke again, but the voice came from the puppet corpse on a high place. The hoarse and distorted tone echoed in the empty hall, like the gloomy whisper of the evil god of hell.

Lu Yan raised his head, his eyebrows and eyes were fierce, like a beast that was about to be cornered, ghost patterns had already covered half of his face, and even a few winding lines grew in his brown eyes.

The power expanded rapidly, but stopped abruptly just before the eruption.

A white, slender and cold as ice finger lightly touched Lu Yan's forehead.All the power accumulated in his body faded away in that instant, like a tide that disappeared without a trace, it faded away completely, leaving nothing behind.

Lu Yan opened his eyes wide, looking at the condescending cat face mask.

The red lines are slightly hooked and combined to form a smiling cat's eye outline, which is coquettish and charming.

The smiling mask was looking at Lu Yan, as if looking down at a weak and ridiculous ant.

"Why don't I lend it to you." The voice came from the second floor, obviously with a soft and loose smile, but the tone was hoarse and split, full of weirdness.

Before he had time to react, Lu Yan's heart shrank suddenly, as if an invisible hand pierced through his flesh and ribs, and grabbed the beating heart.

His heart couldn't beat, and his breathing was also suppressed.

In front of this person, Lu Yan found that he had no room to resist.

The feeling of suffocation on the verge of death entangled Lu Yan tightly, his vision began to blur, his ears were filled with buzzing sounds, maybe in a few seconds, he would suffocate to death.

But at this moment, the fingers pinched on his heart were released, and the uncomfortable suffocation disappeared, replaced by an incomparably majestic and huge force, rushing in along Lu Yan's blood, almost splitting his chest. bone.

"Team Lu." The mysterious man in front of him was still calm, "I can give you another chance."

The cold and soft fingertips on the forehead rose and fell, as if the owner was tapping the pet's head.

"If you want to borrow ghost power, I will lend it to you. If you want to save the survivors in the clubhouse, I will help you. If you want to kill that disgusting ghost in the clubhouse, I will help you."

There was a sweet smile in his voice.

On the second floor, the huge puppet corpse suddenly jumped down, and its heavy body landed heavily, making a loud crashing sound.

The floor shook, as if the earth trembled.

The puppet corpse quickly walked behind Su Li, lowered its strange upside-down face, stared at Lu Yan's face with cold gazes from its hollow and huge eyes.

Its lips opened and closed mechanically and stiffly, making a calm and smiling voice.

"As long as you are my most obedient dog from now on."

Lu Yan's pupils instantly narrowed to pinpoints, looking at the slender and beautiful figure and the weird mask in front of him, his throat felt dry.

His lips moved, about to make a sound.

Clang—the crisp and sharp sound of the scabbard being separated suddenly resounded, and the heavy pressure and icy breath in the hall suddenly subsided, and another powerful and crazy breath covered it.

The puppet corpses huddled in the corner were restless and excited, their feet stomping on the ground continuously, making crackling noises.

With the cooperation of the two, the atmosphere in the hall, which had been firmly controlled, returned to normal in an instant.

Su Li was stunned for a moment, then he slowly turned his head and looked to the side and rear.

In the corridor on the second floor, an extremely tall black figure appeared at some time, the lights were dim, but the pale mask of that person was very eye-catching, cold and cold, looking at everyone and ghosts below without emotion.

His arm was slanted, holding a short knife with a cold light.

For a moment, he turned his wrist slightly, and the dagger reflected broken light, hitting Su Li's cat-face mask from a distance of four floors.

In the next second, the man stepped on the railing and jumped down with a murderous look all over his body.