She was so frightened that she couldn't even breathe. There were two of her lying in the coffin, and now there was another one.
How many of her are there in this room?
She couldn't figure it out, but she didn't want to go up. Instead, she ran downstairs quickly and jumped out of the window she had just jumped out of.
Run straight to the gate of the yard.
He took out the keys and put them on one by one.
She could hear her own heartbeat and her hands were shaking.
The problem here cannot be solved with what she knows, but she knows that both science and metaphysics may be responsible for everything that happened before her.
After all, the end of science is metaphysics.
"Master, don't be nervous. We still have time."
Pan Shanshan floated out, looking worried, but still comforted Xia Zhibai.
"Don't come out." Xia Zhibai didn't even look at her and quickly changed another key.
Under normal circumstances, she would only need to pinch her fingers to know which key was the real one.
But now, no.
Her cultivation seemed to be suppressed.
There was a "click" sound, and in this gray space, the sound was particularly crisp.
Xia Zhibai's back stiffened as the person in the room came out.
She hurriedly tried again, but still couldn't open it. Looking at the bunch of keys in her hand, she narrowed her eyes, shrank her body, hid behind the dry grass, and stared at the person running towards her.
This sight made her narrow her eyes again. It was her, but she was not wearing a hood, and her clothes were a little messy, as if she had been in a fight.
Has she met her match here?
Xia Zhibai was slightly stunned when he saw her running quickly towards the gate. The gate was closed. She stopped, muttered a few words to herself, turned around and ran to the other side.
Looking at the direction she left, Xia Zhibai swallowed his saliva. It was the place she had run to before, the back door of the yard.
The back door leads directly to the room.
How did she go out just now?
Jumped out of the window.
But she went upstairs, the one with the hood on, went to the first floor and closed the window.
She suddenly felt a headache. No, she didn't jump out of that window.
She came in through the broken window she had come in through.
So, she should have come out from the window she came in from just now.
But where did this 'she' come from?
"From the main door." Pan Shanshan, with only her eyes showing, looked at her nervously, tugged at her clothes with her fingers, and said, "The door is open."
Xia Zhibai was confused for a moment. If she wanted to get out of here, she had to either wait until she could use her spiritual power to destroy this place, or find the correct key.
Thinking of this, she walked to the gate of the yard and tried again.
But when her clothes were soaked with sweat and she tried all the keys, she still couldn't open the gate.
"There is a room upstairs, and it's locked." Pan Shanshan reminded at the right time.
Xia Zhibai suppressed the urge to bombard this place with talismans, took a deep breath, and suppressed the fear and anxiety in his heart again.
What the hell is this?
Why is there such a strange game now?
Was there one three thousand years ago?
Actually, there was, but she was in seclusion at that time, trying to break through to the out-of-body state, so she was unable to participate in the Battle of the Abyss.
In that battle, both the good and evil sides lost many powerful cultivators and demonic cultivators.
Later, they used their physical bodies to pave the way, and combined with the leaders of various sects and the Demon Lord to break the closed loop.
But everyone who went in died.
Those who were lucky enough to keep their spirit bodies, after being rescued, told about the tragic situation inside. Even with the elixir of life, they could only recover to the Qi Refining Stage, and their lifespan was only a few years longer than that of ordinary people.
"Let's go open it and take a look."
This time, Xia Zhibai entered through the main door and went straight to the second floor. He took out the key and put it into the door lock.
This time I was luckier and the second key opened the door.
But after opening it, a smell of blood and a pungent odor hit her in the face, making her hold her breath.
There were piles of corpses inside, some were highly decomposed, and some were still fresh.
Among them are Pan Shanshan’s and Pan’s father’s.
And there are so many of them!
"vomit……"
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Pan Shanshan couldn't help but stick her head out of her pocket.
But when she saw this scene, she couldn't help but vomit so hard that she couldn't even lift her waist.
Obviously a ghost can't vomit anything, but her actions don't look like she's pretending.
"There might be a real corpse in here that is yours."
Xia Zhibai looked at the corpses that had overflowed to the door of the room, some of whom he didn't recognize. He took out his mobile phone, took a short video, and took a few photos before putting it away.
Pan Shanshan finally stopped retching and leaned against Xia Zhibai, holding her waist. She looked as if she had been tortured and was very weak.
"Wake up and don't be impulsive." Xia Zhibai had calmed down at this moment. She still put an invisibility talisman on herself to block her sense of smell, closed the door, and entered the room.
She took out her cell phone and shone the light around her, trying to pick out the real body of Pan Shanshan.
But strangely, not a single one was.
"No?" Pan Shanshan stared at her nervously.
At this moment, the door handle was turned from the outside, but soon returned to normal.
Xia Zhibai just came in and locked the door, so no one outside can open it.
Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered that she had just turned the handle of this door, but it didn't open, so she pushed another door.
It's 'her' outside.
She shook her head, indicating no, because although these corpses were the same as Pan Shanshan, they lacked a trace of spiritual wisdom and had scars between their eyebrows.
But there will be no corpse to retrieve Linghuipo.
Suddenly, there was a sound of fighting outside the door, and Xia Zhibai knew that it was those 'she' who were fighting.
The fighting stopped and she paused for a few minutes before opening the door and coming out of the room.
At the same time, she took a quick glance and saw that 'she' was going downstairs.
Hearing the sound, he just stopped for a moment.
This time she entered the room with the bed, the door was open, the curtains were drawn, and even the windows were open.
She came here before, but it wasn't there.
It was the 'she' who had just been in the yard who discovered it and opened the window that was originally not openable.
Her heart tightened and she turned around suddenly.
A slender figure stood behind her.
"Who are you?"
The man's entire body was wrapped in a black robe.
A pair of bright eyes stared at her steadily, and he was neither nervous nor surprised when he saw her.
Instead, he showed a hint of fatigue, but his tone was unusually calm: "Run."
This is her own voice!
Xia Zhibai faced himself without the mask, and this self had changed his clothes.
Is she using it to tell the order?
As soon as she finished speaking, she ran straight towards her, and at the same time a long whip appeared in her hand and rolled towards her.
It's a rope to tie up immortals!
Can she use this?
Xia Zhibai dodged sideways and jumped to the window. He looked at her deeply and saw that her gray-white Taoist robe was stained with blood. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her steadily, saying, "You are not me. Tell me, who are you?"
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