Mu Sicheng stopped fighting back. The flesh on his neck was grabbed fiercely by the "Mu Sicheng" that flew over. However, what was sucked was not blood, but soul. Mu Sicheng's face was so painful that he almost disappeared. Finally, he completely disappeared on the pillar.

After absorbing the soul, the "Mu Sicheng" zombie turned his shoulders comfortably and jumped down from the pillar. He walked towards Bai Liu with a brutal expression.

Bai Liu lowered his head, as if he didn't notice Mu Sicheng walking towards him.

Mu Sicheng walked up to Bai Liu, and just when he was about to bite him, he suddenly knelt down on his face. His face seemed to be two faces merging and changing alternately, and his body kept shaking.

Bai Liu slowly raised his head: "Mu Sicheng, it will take some time for you to merge with your soul. Can you control this zombie body?"

Mu Sicheng's soul twisted out of his face and he answered hoarsely, "Just barely... OK!"

"It's two minutes to twelve, the Yin and Yang are converging, the Yang is flowing back, it's the time when the Yin is at its weakest." Bai Liu jumped off the bed and narrated calmly, "Now the Yin and Yang roads overlap, we are all strangers, if we can go back to the Yang road, it will be the best time to escape."

"The only problem is." Bai Liu turned his head and looked over there without moving, staring at Mu Sicheng's bride with his veil on. "Your body is already their husband, and you are also one of the owners of this tomb. If the guest escapes, the evil creatures in these tombs will definitely chase you."

"I need you to not completely devour the soul, so that you can maintain your zombie body and partially retain your mind. Only then will we be able to fight back."

Mu Sicheng gasped: "So you let the soul devour me, right?"

Bai Liu nodded.

Mu Sicheng's face was grim, his fangs were exposed, his limbs were clawing at the ground with sharp nails, and he exhaled two puffs of white air: "...I'll do my best."

"Then I'll count to one, two..." Bai Liu paused for a second and looked down at his watch. He knelt on one knee on Mu Sicheng's back, grabbed Mu Sicheng's shoulders, raised his eyes and ordered, "——Three, run."

Mu Sicheng shot out like an arrow.

The light of the lantern in the room behind him was flickering in the wind that Mu Sicheng had blown out, and when it lit up again, the bride in the room had disappeared.

Mu Sicheng was running quickly on all fours in the dark tomb, and Bai Liu was kneeling on one knee on Mu Sicheng's back.

At a corner, a headless bride appeared in front of them, and was about to get close to them in a few blinks. Mu Sicheng turned sideways quickly, exerted force with his fingers, and directly grabbed the side wall of the tomb passage, and ran past the bride by leaping over the eaves and walls.

As a result, when he turned around, another bride came over. Bai Liu quickly blocked it with the wedding pole and the veil was lifted.

A complete reversal, Yanyan was laughing, the head with white face and red lips was looking down at Bai Liu.

Bai Liu pressed down on the back of Mu Sicheng's neck. Mu Sicheng jumped down from the side wall and slipped past the bride by lowering his body in her blind spot.

They ran all the way to the main hall. The figures who were talking and laughing stopped the moment Mu Sicheng ran in carrying Bai Liu. They all turned their eyes to look over there, and the viciousness in their eyes could no longer be concealed.

In front of the exit stood two guests wearing melon-shaped hats, bowing and kicking their hands, with flattering smiles on their faces and eyes as smiling as crescent moons. Their voices sounded like men and women, as sharp as eunuchs: "Host, please see us off——!"

Mu Sicheng didn't stop at all and sneaked out of the main gate with Bai Liu.

The smiles on the faces of the Yi people disappeared, and they shouted: "Guests are robbing relatives, uninvited guests! Kill the guests and welcome the host!"

All the shadows seemed to be waiting for this order. Sharp and frantic screams came out from the wall in a chaotic manner. The corners of their mouths formed blood-red arcs, and their eyes were curved with a wide smile.

The moment Mu Sicheng ran out of the main gate, these shadows turned into thin black lines and rushed out at an extremely fast speed.

Mu Sicheng looked back. The two faces on his face kept switching, and his words were like schizophrenia, sometimes full of malice, and sometimes full of vigilance:

"Hundreds of millions are catching up, what should we do?"

"Die here, Bai Liu!"

“What a fast speed!”

"You can't outrun these spirits."

Mu Sicheng was running in the tomb passage. The big red lanterns hanging on both sides of the passage made the rapidly moving shadows on the wall extremely penetrating, like a bunch of red-eyed black snakes twisting and chasing after people.

"We really can't do anything to these evil spirits in the underworld." Bai Liu's eyes were calm, "But now it's twelve o'clock, the yin and yang are merging."

"In the world of the living, without fire there is no light, without light there is no shadow, without soul there is no spirit."

Bai Liu leaned forward and raised the pole to quickly hook the lanterns hanging on both sides of the wall. As the candles in the lanterns went out, a puff of green smoke came out, the red light disappeared, and the tomb passage fell into darkness.

Without the light source, the soul reflected on the wall was immediately swallowed up by the darkness, and the screaming sound was left far behind.

Mu Sicheng jumped over the wall and rushed out of the tomb passage. The paper bridge that was originally swallowed by the darkness appeared again in front of him.

On the bridge, the ghost who had jumped off the bridge to die was holding an umbrella, with half of his head looking dimly at Mu Sicheng and the others who were coming up the bridge. Under the bridge were countless corpses rising and falling.

Mu Sicheng leaped onto the bridge pier with a ferocious look on his face. He made several quick leaps and passed by the side of the martyred bridge victim.

Bai Liu turned around and saw the ghost who died on the bridge holding an umbrella and running towards them quickly. However, Mu Sicheng moved very fast, but the ghost who died on the bridge was not as fast as before. It was soon left behind by the running Mu Sicheng and was finally trapped on the bridge, watching Mu Sicheng go away with resentment.

"It's 12:01 now." Bai Liu turned around, leaned over Mu Sicheng's back, and gave orders very quickly, "You must return to land before 12:15. The time limit for Yin and Yang is 15 minutes. Run as fast as you can."

"This is already the fastest!" Mu Sicheng ran so fast that his tongue almost flew out of his mouth, and he was panting while speaking. "At this speed, we can get back safely!"

While Mu Sicheng was answering, he fiercely bit a ghost that crawled out from the altar on the side of the tomb passage. He shook his head hard and his fangs embedded in the ghost's neck.

Bai Liu heard the sound of bones being bitten and cracked. He patted Mu Sicheng on the head and said, "Don't suck the blood of the ghosts. It's not good for you to have too much Yin energy."

"And the blood from a water ghost's corpse doesn't taste good either." Bai Liu added.

Mu Sicheng spat out the neck of the ghost that he had bitten soft, and spat twice in disgust: "Damn, why didn't you tell me earlier, it's so wet and smelly!"

"You were too quick to act." Bai Liu looked at the coffins that kept rolling out of the dark tomb passage, and the ghosts that twisted their bodies and crawled out of the coffins. He narrowed his eyes and said, "These coffins were not originally placed near here, but in a side tomb where I fell."

"Someone has rolled these jars over here to make things difficult for us."

Mu Sicheng tilted his head to sniff, then crawled forward with his hands, frowned, and asked, "This smell is so messy, who is it?"

Bai Liu slowly raised his eyes: "Of course it's Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi who hope we lose the game and die in the tomb, and who are now standing at the exit."

Tomb entrance.

Kong Xuyang held half of the [Yin Yang Separation Talisman] in his hand, shook it, and sneered at Yang Zhi, saying: "Bai Liu actually used the Yin Yang Separation Talisman in a place like this, he is really courting death."

Yang Zhi flattered him subtly: "That's probably because he was pushed into a corner and had to throw away everything."

"Bai Liu has actually come to this point." Kong Xuyang looked at the trap door at the entrance of the tomb and smiled maliciously, "If we don't help him out at this time, wouldn't it be unkind of us to just stand by and watch?"

"That's it." Yang Zhi looked at the door. "I remember that if you fall from here, you will fall into a side tomb chamber full of altars?"

Kong Xuyang nodded, with an unconcealed smug look on his face: "Yes, the tomb on that side is full of altar water ghosts. If you scratch one of them, you can catch him and use him as a substitute."

"I remember that when you first played Yinshan Village, you used this side tomb to kill two players and swallowed up their property." Yang Zhi recalled, "How did you do it?"

Kong Xuyang rolled his eyes: "You still have memory skills, you can't remember anything."

Yang Zhi smiled flatteringly and admitted: "Brother Kong, you are a professional trap player. The trap tricks you use, both in and outside the game, are so many that even I can't remember them all."

Kong Xuyang tilted his neck back, hummed arrogantly, and then waved away Yang Zhi who was standing at the door of the trap: "If you know, don't block the way."

"After using the Yin Yang Separation Spell, if you don't return to the living world before 12:15, you will be trapped and die in the underworld." Yang Zhi looked at the altar under the trap door, with a malicious and happy light in his eyes, "--Although the altar ghost is not strong, it is the most difficult ghost in Yinshan Village. It can be used to buy time."

"All it takes is a small [Drive Talisman]." Kong Xuyang took out the yellow talisman, dotted it with cinnabar, and drew on it with a serpentine brush. With his eyes shining, he stuck it on the trap door, "Hundreds of millions will drive it for me, preventing the people in the tomb from leaving."

The yellow talisman affixed to the trap door suddenly emitted a red light. The altar below swayed and hummed in the red light, and seemed to roll in a certain direction as if it was summoned by something.

Yang Zhi praised: "Brother Kong, your trap is still as insidious and vicious as ever."

"No poison, no hero." Kong Xuyang hadn't yet wiped away the smile on his face when a hurricane suddenly erupted from the trap door in front of him, which kept turning and finally exploded.

There seemed to be two people standing in the dust.

Before Yang Zhi could see clearly who the two men were, a ghost with its neck bitten soft was viciously smashed into the faces of Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang, and directly smashed the two men against the door, causing them to spit out blood.

The dust gradually dissipated, and the two people hidden in it revealed themselves.

Mu Sicheng, who was lying on the ground, had a dark face and bloody fangs. He spat out the blood of the ghost with a ferocious look and stared at Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang who were getting closer.

Bai Liu, who was kneeling on Mu Sicheng, had blood stains on his cheeks and shirt, and his face was extremely pale, but he had a smile on his face that was so friendly that it made people shudder.

Bai Liu smiled and looked at Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang who were lying on the ground coughing: "Fellow countrymen, we meet again."