HPDBC Chapter 136 Weird Sculptures And Retrospectives!
Chapter 136 Weird Sculptures And Retrospectives!
Chapter 136 Weird Sculptures and Backtracking!
Chen Xuan's pupils shrank, and he suddenly started to retreat.
I saw a wave of blood gushing out from the room, as if it wanted to drown him directly.
Several human faces appeared in the sea of blood, and the expression on each face was a painful cry.
Chen Xuan's ghost realm has been invaded by a strong force.
And the other party crashed directly in with a destructive attitude!
A golden light flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes, and the scarecrow standing on his left directly slashed with a sickle!
"woohoo!"
The mournful cry was about to pierce the eardrums, and the blood water like the waves instantly dipped a bit.
Several of the smashed faces began to melt, and soon new ones appeared.
The human face spider began to spin silk, and Chen Xuan used these threads to directly hang himself in the air.
Inexplicably, when he looked at these crying faces for more than a minute, a faint sadness welled up in his heart.
He even suddenly had a feeling that he didn't want to live, and the more he cried, the stronger the thought.
But he was easily crushed.
Both the ghost doll and the scarecrow were easily madly attacking those faces in the blood, but Chen Xuan looked sideways at the scarecrow's red legs.
These blood seem to be able to silently invade the infection.
After the initial surge of blood, the blood has become less and less, and the door has not been completely opened.
There are some black shadows sitting densely inside, and if you look closely, they are all mummified corpses.
Open wounds can be clearly seen on the body of the corpse, so it is self-evident where the blood on the ground comes from.
But why are these people dying in this place at the same time?
Suicide or homicide?
At this time, the red marks on the scarecrow's legs have reached the knee position, and the ghost doll does not seem to have any problems because it has not been in contact with these red liquids.
As the last strand of blood flowed out, there was a strange clicking sound in the room, and the corpses began to move.
The sadness that was a hundred times stronger than before was pouring into his face, and Chen Xuan became a little anxious.
The existence in the room did not directly attack him, but kept trying to influence him.
What is the existence here trying to do?
Seeing the mummified corpses stand up one after another, staring at him with empty eyes, Zhou Qiang suddenly jumped down and took the initiative to touch the blood.
However, as his eyes lit up, some special pictures appeared in front of him.
The room should still be this one. A beautiful woman followed a man. The man danced and said something to the self-respecting Buddha statue in front of him. Then he suddenly raised his hand and picked up the dagger in his hand and stabbed the woman next to him.
The blood spattered directly onto the sculpture, and the sculpture seemed to bend its mouth and laugh.
After the woman was completely out of breath, the man turned around excitedly and left.
Then pictures like this kept appearing.
These pictures seem to be the last memories in the brains of those who have died. This ability is somewhat similar to ghosts, but the difference is that the existence in front of them seems to have some self-consciousness?
Guo Dongxuan opened his eyes.
He looked strangely at the room in front of him, and when he saw the phantom statue, he actually thought of something.
The ghost blackboard at Ghost Rider's headquarters.
But there is a certain difference, and he has not seen the sculpture in this room now.
The scarecrow's body has turned blood red at this moment, and the whole body looks like it is dripping blood.
Chen Xuan suddenly sighed, got up and walked into the room.
None of the s-rank ghosts that followed behind him followed, as if he had already determined that the existence in the room would not attack him.
As the light of the longevity lamp completely entered the room, all the blackened heads turned around.
Facing the eyes of these corpses, Chen Xuan opened his mouth.
"I can put you in peace."
The room fell silent, the crying stopped, and then the mummified corpses suddenly fell one after another.
As the last mummified corpse fell to the ground, a piece of red liquid the size of a palm suddenly moved and prepared to escape.
It was just that when he ran to the door, he directly bumped into the spider silk of the human face spider.
Looking at the entangled ghost, Chen Xuan directly reached out and grabbed it.
0... ask for flowers...
I saw a pair of eyes appear on his hand, and there was still a kind of intense pain in the eyes.
Chen Xuan silently began to devour with ghost eyes, and the pair of A-level ghosts were easily absorbed by the ghost puppet doll.
The level is lower than expected, but the movement at the beginning is indeed a bit surprising.
These eyes condensed the remorse, pain and unwillingness of everyone who died in this room, but after the passage of long years, this obsession has become a peace of mind.
Weird.
Is it not so painful to be killed?
Or have their pain or resentment been swallowed up by something else?
Like, that sculpture?
0....0
Chen Xuan looked up to the third floor, he had a 70% chance to be sure that the sculpture was upstairs.
From the moment he grabbed these eyes, he felt a vague will touch him.
This pair of eyes also brought him a special ability, backtracking.
It sounds great, but that's not the case.
At most, this ability is to look back on the experience of a certain item or thing over a period of time.
With his current mental power, the most extreme time power should be one day.
Of course, ghosts are another matter, and it is estimated that it will take an hour to reach the sky.
The ghost realm of these eyes has just been formed, and the range is even only two meters. Without any accident, it has now merged with the magic ghost realm.
When they returned to the stairway, the blood in the whole building began to dry up slowly.
The smell in the air is particularly unpleasant, but it is slowly fading.
Now I think that the only function of the golden wall on the second floor is to prevent the dead people from turning into corpses, right?
Unfortunately, the corpse turned into a success.
However, are the bloodstains on the stairs on the first floor really from the second floor?
The stairs up to the third floor were clean, no traces or dust was visible.
Logically speaking, even if the entire room is sealed, some things will inevitably rot.
But that didn't happen on the third floor.
Even the handrails of the stairs looked like they were new. .