"Survival countdown: 25 minutes and 15 seconds."
Lin Feng stared at the countdown, gradually activating the Spirit Summoning and Necromancer spells. This time, he was slowly sensing the operation of the skills, perceiving every detail of the energy flow.
His connection with Hong Linggui was based on necromancy. When he sold his soul this time, he clearly sensed the change in necromancy, which allowed Hong Linggui's cold power to flow into him.
Under his constant observation, a mysterious magic circle imprint was faintly emerging from the construction of the spirit summoning spell, but he did not understand the principle behind it at the moment.
As the trembling in his chest intensified from a slight tremor to a violent shaking, his dormant heart awoke like a tiger, slamming on the gas pedal and driving Cao Zhengkang's car at speeds exceeding 100 km/h.
Yu, in the passenger seat, quickly turned evil, and streams of bright red liquid flowed from her miserable ghost face. She grabbed the captured scissors and scattered strands of resentful hair all over the sky.
The Crimson Ghost appeared behind the seat, and the Slit-Mouthed Woman next to her had recovered, lowering her head and looking for an opportunity to escape.
Vroom! The engine roared.
The illusion that a family car's cylinders had exploded as Lin Feng stepped on it shattered the tranquility of the night, and it sped towards the unfinished building.
"Enemy attack!!"
"shooting!!"
"Stop them!!"
The two security guards at the gate quickly pushed the cone-shaped roadblock, stepped on the switch on the roadblock, and lowered the triangular bracket, which was then wedged into the ground in the direction the car was coming from.
Lin Feng was unconvinced. He slammed on the brakes, turned the steering wheel all the way, and amidst the rapid gunfire, the rear of the car swung out and crashed into the roadblock.
In that fleeting moment of gliding, Yu grabbed the car window and jumped out.
Her ghostly body leaped into the air, dozens of bullets instantly striking her, yet nothing could stop her from lunging at a security guard and grabbing his neck. Behind Yu, Hong Linggui, like a phantom, calmly emerged from the afterimage left by the car, reaching out to grab the security guard who had opened fire on the vehicle as it crashed into the roadblock.
Meanwhile, the slit-mouthed woman, who had been with Lin Feng to withstand the impact, pried open the car door and walked strangely and calmly to the side of a security guard.
Bang! The car slammed into the roadblock. Lin Feng lowered his slightly dazed head, kicked open the car door, swallowed the lingering excitement from the race, and picked up the submachine gun that Hong Linggui had thrown to him by the security guard.
Da da da.
Yu threw three submachine guns at his feet. Seeing the overwhelming firepower in front of him, Lin Feng grabbed one in each hand and, taking advantage of his attribute points, fired wildly towards the source of the gunfire.
Da da da!
Within seconds, the gunfire around them stopped abruptly. Lin Feng picked up another gun, climbed over the car, and rushed towards the gate.
"Survival countdown: 19 minutes and 34 seconds."
Entering the unfinished building, the surrounding open space was filled with various kinds of waste, and in some obvious places, there were still many traces of worship and unburnt paper figures and horses. Looking up at the building, one could still see some flickering lights in the darkness.
Lin Feng slung his gun over his shoulder, quickly pulled out the Copper Coin Sword and the Yin Wood Sword, touched the potion in his pocket, and stepped into the cold, gloomy area in front of the unfinished building.
The transformation occurred without warning. Like the ghostly realm of the old building, darkness isolated the building from the outside world. But just as the old man had said, there was a lot more of a chilling aura here, a chill that seemed to reach directly into the depths of the soul.
Looking up, several more floors have been added to this unfinished building, truly unfolding a ghostly realm.
According to Chen Yaoxi's mother, the seventh floor of the Ghost Realm was the lair of the East Asians, and Chen Yaoxi was imprisoned in the middle of an altar on the seventh floor.
Lin Feng glanced back at the slit-mouthed woman being threatened by Yu. Before he could give the signal, Yu grabbed the slit-mouthed woman and led the way into the first floor of the unfinished building.
There was no light source on the first floor. In the dense darkness, only the white silhouette of the slit-mouthed woman slowly moved forward. Just as she pushed something aside, the dense darkness dispersed into countless black shadows, crowding around her, and countless black hands reached out to grab her body.
Dozens? Hundreds?
Dark figures emerged from the depths of the first floor, their twisted, black faces engulfing the Slit-Mouthed Woman from top to bottom. The only thing that reassured Lin Feng was that they hadn't left the area of the first floor.
With a slight shift in his gaze, Lin Feng looked at the scaffolding that had not been dismantled on the side of the first floor.
Thoughts and actions aligned: gripping the weapon in his backhand, hooking a few free fingers around it, Lin Feng was the first to climb up.
The second and third floors were crowded with dark figures. When Lin Feng cast his gaze, they all twisted their faces and stared blankly at him. The ghostly figures bound inside the building had some crooked characters on their faces, and on the faces of a few people whose faces were not too blurry, you could still faintly see fingerprints left at the edges of the characters.
On the first, second, and third floors, these three people likely slaughtered tens of thousands of people to raise ghosts. Among these shadowy figures were children, women, and several infants crawling on the ceiling.
A red light shone in Lin Feng's eyes. When he looked up, a man's head, with a spine suspended and emitting a red glow, suddenly flew out from the floor above.
The flying head magic of Southeast Asia.
Chen Yaoxi's mother had mentioned the other party before. After the head flew out, it was impervious to blades and spears, and it would drill into blood. To break it, one had to destroy its true body, which was located at the very innermost part of this shadow.
The Devil's Hand!
Taking the initiative, Lin Feng grabbed the Flying Head Barbarian's spine and pulled it downwards with force.
The long tongue shot out from Fei Tou Man's mouth, like a softened, magnified mosquito's mouth, carrying a foul stench, and pierced Lin Feng's back.
Unfortunately, in just a few seconds, the Flying Head Barbarian's tongue suddenly got stuck. A black ghost claw, mimicking Lin Feng's technique, grabbed the Flying Head Barbarian's hanging spine and curled up its flying tongue.
Ignoring the noise behind him, Lin Feng used his arms to climb to the highest point of the scaffolding and reached the sixth floor in one go.
Upon entering, his gaze was immediately drawn to two mannequins standing on an altar made of flesh and candles. The mannequins, one large and one small, had stitched-together features painted on their faces, and their bulging mouths looked as if something had been stuffed inside, exuding a sinister aura.
What kind of evil magic is this?
He glanced at it a second time without thinking, and the larger dummy underwent a strange change. The stitched-on eyes came undone, revealing a feeling that was all too familiar to him.
Is it me?
The thread continued to unravel, and the face indistinctly began to resemble his.
Lin Feng swallowed hard, glanced at the countdown, and rushed towards the stairs leading to the seventh floor.
"Survival countdown: 12 minutes and 21 seconds."
There was no obstruction from the sixth to the seventh floor; it was surprisingly peaceful. Once up there, the eeriness of the ghostly realm had lessened, and bright candles illuminated everything around.
As he moved inside, the steady candlelight was stirred by the intruding airflow, and the shadowy candlelight on the walls resembled ghostly figures, creating a turbulent, eerie wind before Lin Feng's eyes.
"Cough cough cough!"
Lin Feng suddenly turned around and, without him noticing, a man covered in strange tattoos, sitting cross-legged, had appeared among the candles. After coughing, the man raised his arms, seemingly holding a cube floating in front of him, and stared intently at Lin Feng with his small, sinister eyes.
Chen Yaoxi's mother was lying at the man's feet, her neck pinned down by another female ghost in a business suit.
The female ghost's eyes were even more sinister. If the sinister look in a man's eyes was due to his appearance, then the sinister look in the eyes of this female ghost in a suit was a tangible light that made one's hair stand on end and was unbearable.
This is the evil spirit they raised in the old building, Su Yuan, the assistant to the research team leader.
At that moment, a black, eerie thread emerged from her body, passing through the swaying ghostly shadows on the ground, and drifted towards Lin Feng.
call!
The eerie wind intensified, and the flying beast downstairs broke through the jade's obstruction, releasing layers of red light as it flew to the seventh floor. At the same time, a fragmented feeling was spreading from his internal organs outwards.
Lin Feng faced the situation calmly, using his Yin Wood Sword to push aside the ghostly shadows beneath his feet, bypassing the layers of candles, and approaching the unsealed edge of the building under the man's gaze.
The black, eerie silk lashed out, and Lin Feng dodged it a few times before it finally wrapped around his body.
The black, eerie silk, Su Yuan's resentment—in a mere second, he experienced Su Yuan being deceived by the three Bian brothers, betrayed by research group leader Hashimoto Yoshiharu, and gradually turning into a demon.
Placenta, wax, blood sacrifice, corpse oil, humiliation... until Su Yuan was completely reduced to a manipulated monster.
Lin Feng's forehead throbbed, even though the pain had been reduced by fifty percent; otherwise, he might have lost his footing. Looking around, he saw a pair of open eyes locked on him amidst the candlelight and shadows of the room.
He gripped his weapon tightly in his hand, frantically suppressing the unease in his heart and desperately restraining the trembling that was growing between his flesh and blood.
'Just a little bit more...'
Lin Feng forced a smile and took a deep breath.
The man opposite him narrowed his eyes, and Su Yuan raised his hands and pounced at lightning speed.
At this moment, Hong Linggui slipped in through the window, and Yu, who had climbed up the building, grabbed Fei Tou Man's spine again. The plant dummy downstairs almost transformed into his appearance. Just as they reached the seventh floor together, a flashbang fell, and Lin Feng then lost his footing and fell off the floor.
Buzz!
The flashbang exploded, and a figure emerged from the shadows behind the candlelight, blocking the man's path.
Unfortunately, Lin Feng could no longer see any of this. He was clinging to a scaffold in mid-air and could only hear shouts coming from upstairs.
Amidst the flickering candlelight and ghostly shadows, the Red-Clad Ghost, responsible for bringing up the rear, opened her throat and sang a mournful underworld melody. She then caught up with Lin Feng's figure in a thick black and red mist.
"Survival countdown: 8 minutes and 3 seconds."
Eight minutes left.
As Lin Feng released his grip, the white, eerie silk on his body underwent a violent transformation, surging with a vibrant crimson light, followed by an even more intense aura of resentment than the black silk.
The blood jade, passed down through generations and subjected to countless true demons, finally revealed its value at the last moment, transforming into the hatred of Chen Yaoxi's mother. It stirred up billowing blood smoke, engulfing the entire floor and obliterating all the ghostly figures.
"Cleansing Ghosts 1212/10"
Nightmare Points +30
30 points... The reward that was offered to him on his own initiative floated before his eyes. Before he could even feel happy, Lin Feng was swallowed up by the resentment of a broken mind emanating from the red eerie silk.
ah!
A melody burst into his ears, like a forceful revelation of territory, forcibly reviving his nearly shattered soul.
Lin Feng hurriedly let go of his hands, released the scaffolding, and slid to the ground.
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