A dark mass of zombie skeletons, dripping with sewage, was walking from one end of the corridor.
Leading the way was their old acquaintance—Golden Retriever.
"Hi everyone, how are you?" the golden retriever greeted warmly, but his expression clearly betrayed his ill intentions.
"How are you still alive?" Chicken Claw asked angrily. This scoundrel is still alive!
Moreover, these zombies all seemed to obey him.
"Thanks to her."
The golden retriever stretched out its arms, looking like a boss: "After taking that claw, these ghosts actually mistook me for one of their own. With my intelligence, I can easily subdue them."
So, what kind of death do you want now? Hahahaha~~ I can grant your wish!
"Go back inside," Yuan Qingli decisively ordered.
This momentum is something even a sword immortal probably can't handle.
The four people quickly entered the house and locked the door.
Yuan Qingli turned around and unwrapped the bandages on Chicken Claw Brother's hand: "Can I borrow your hand?"
Chicken Claw Brother froze, those words seemed familiar, and...
As expected, after Yuan Qingli opened it, she slapped down with her palm, directly squeezing the broken wound.
"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts..."
Fresh blood oozed from the newly healed wound, filling the air with a foul stench.
A cold wind gradually rose in the room, and a red light seemed to appear.
The sound of fingernails scratching at the door came from outside, accompanied by the arrogant laughter of the golden retriever.
"Not enough. Lin Shaojie, you press it, squeeze it in more."
Yuan Qingli took out an axe, rolled up her sleeves, and Chicken Claw Brother's face instantly turned pale: "No!"
"Yuan Qingli, stop!" Lin Shaojie exclaimed, but did not make any other movements.
Yuan Qingli swung her axe, and her arm was instantly covered in blood.
Instantly, a bright red light filled the room, and the shrine reappeared.
"Quick, find clues."
"Yes, yes, yes, you'll die if you bleed too much." Chicken Claw Brother's blood dripped from between his fingers.
File folder, calligraphy brush, and a blank memorial tablet. Nothing else.
"Could it be that—the names of these people from the file folder are written on the memorial tablet, and then they are worshipped?"
"Lin Shaojie, you write." Yuan Qingli pressed her arm to prevent the blood from clotting; for the first time, she was so eager to bleed.
Lin Shaojie typed the names of about ten people very quickly. Although the handwriting was messy and looked like earthworms, he managed to finish writing them.
After they finished writing, the red light from the shrine grew brighter and brighter, so bright that the four of them couldn't open their eyes.
In an instant, the window, which had been fixed in place, opened, letting in the bright sunlight and warmth.
"boom!"
The door was smashed to pieces, and the golden-haired man led a large number of ghosts into the house.
"Hahaha, jump then!" the golden retriever barked arrogantly, having seen the situation clearly.
After Yuan Qingli stopped the bleeding, a blue light seemed to flow behind her, and she could vaguely see a series of youthful faces.
"Do you want to stay in this hell forever?" Yuan Qingli stepped forward and roared at the group of zombies and ghosts.
"Do you want to escape this place? To no longer be like lost souls, forever locked here!"
Bathed in the warm sunlight, the many ghosts seemed to regain their senses and clearly paused.
"Let us leave, and I will offer you a memorial service and give you an explanation for your wrongful deaths."
Silence, a suffocating silence.
Among the many ghosts, a dignified and deep voice responded: "Good."
"What are you doing? Go and bite them! Go!" The golden retriever punched and kicked from behind, making muffled thuds.
The ghost slowly retreated, hundreds of gazes fixed on him, but he remained oblivious: "Go! Charge!"
"Ah, what are you doing? What are you doing? I'm your leader... Ahhhhh!"
The screams echoed around, then gradually faded away.
"These are our names. Remember your promise."
A piece of paper floated in from the doorway, covered with dense writing.
She folded the paper and stuffed it into her pocket. Yuan Qingli silently replied: Definitely.
Suddenly, Yuan Qingli felt her feet become unsteady.
She initially thought it was due to excessive blood loss, but the next moment, the entire building began to shake, as if a naughty child had carelessly knocked down the building blocks that had been painstakingly assembled.
At first it was just a gentle tremor, like an aftershock.
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