Chapter 1002

This thing suddenly raised its hand and patted me on the forehead in the rapid change of face. The shot was so fast that I didn't have time to respond. But in the critical moment of life and death, people's potential is often immeasurable. I took a deep breath, slapped my forehead, and then swung my right hand to my face.

This slap was very strong. It made my eyes black and almost didn't vomit blood. At first, I thought it was my brother who gave full play to his potential. Later, I realized that I was filled with divine fire. It was divine fire that blocked me. It can't steal the chicken and eat the rice. The skin and flesh of its palm were burned by divine fire, and it quickly took it back.

I caught it in the palm of my hand, holding the ghost crystal in my hand, slapped it hard, and immediately stopped the flickering lens. This thing twitched violently, and the skin and flesh of the whole body quickly disappeared and turned back into a silent skeleton.

At this moment, the oil lamps on the lamp panel overhead were lit one after another, and the rotation was gradually slowed down. At the same time, the suction from the bottomless abyss suddenly stopped. I breathed out and rolled over to the bed. At this moment, I feel my whole body is falling apart. If this suction doesn't disappear, I may give up the next second.

I lay down beside the bed, breathing heavily, and suddenly saw a little green light shining in the dark depths below. Dense, as if the sky were full of stars, endless. I couldn't help but take a breath. Fortunately, the lights were lit in time, otherwise I would fall into the ghost nest. Even if they were not multi life ghosts or fierce ghosts, the huge magnetic field formed by thousands of wisps of ghost gas could frustrate me and raise ashes, leaving no residue.

The big bed and the light panel have stopped falling and are rising slowly. I was completely relieved and rolled down next to the bones. Turn around and look at it, and it maintains the position of its side head just now. The dark eye holes seem to stare at me closely, so I'm not angry and say, "I'm not convinced. Come and hit me!"

Suddenly, a few tears flowed out of the two eye holes, which made my heart burst and I got up quickly. Just wanted to give it a close hug and send it to the west completely. Unexpectedly, there were a lot of cracks on its face skull. The center point was on its cheek, which seemed to be the position photographed by ghost crystal.

I then realized that it was the ghost crystal with the power of divine fire. I completely solved it. I couldn't even keep the bones. I saw that it was going to be broken into slag. Before its destruction, it shed desolate tears. It makes me wonder, is it ghost tears or zombie tears?

With a crisp bang, the nasal bone collapsed and the broken bones flew to one side. I quickly shouted, "wait..."

Quickly take out a plastic bag and scrape away the tears on the cracked face bones. I think the tears from the bones are more precious than zombie tears. This is also an occupational disease. No matter what tears are, they are of no use to me, but they are like an antique lover who is desperate to get it when he sees an antique he has loved for many years.

Just scraped these tears clean, the skull cracked completely, followed by the limbs, which turned into a piece of bone residue in an instant. I don't know if these bone dregs can be used as medicine. It's a pity not to take them. If you need them, you'll regret it too late. Thinking of this, he took out a plastic bag and filled half of the bag with bone slag, which was stuffed into the bottom of the bag together with tears from the bones.

Looking up, the big bed had risen out of the crack, and the crack healed in the blink of an eye, as if it had never cracked. Looking at grandma and them, they fell askew next to the stone pillar one by one, and they were still wrapped with ropes. Each looked pale and panting. It was obvious that the struggle just now had overdrawn their physical strength.

When everyone saw me, they all smiled happily, but they didn't speak. 80% didn't even have the strength to speak.

The onion God swished to my shoulder and said with a crying voice, "Lord, I'm so happy to see you alive!"

I snorted from my nose and said, "when you see me alive, you see a bundle of green onions, don't you?" Man, if he hangs up, where else does he eat onions?

"Not this time. I'm from the bottom of my heart." The boy said with a bitter face.

"Oh, I see. It used to be false." I turned to stare at it.

"Don't say that, sir..." the boy fled back to the stone pillar and lay on his grandmother's shoulder for fear of being beaten. Hey, this guy knows how to find a backer. I know that among these people, the one I dare not provoke is the old lady, and the old lady won't dislike it like a flower dance shadow.

Grandma gasped, "don't scare it. If it hadn't pulled the stone pillar desperately just now, we might have died."

When I looked at the lower stone pillar, I felt a chill on my back. The root had been misplaced and the top had cracks. It seems that if the onion God did not support it, the stone column would fall, not only the big guy would be sucked into the crack, but also the whole house would collapse. Even if we light the light, we can't escape the abyss of hell.

"Don't scare the boy. Go back and reward a big bundle of onions." I clapped my hands and jumped out of the bed. I took out the talisman water to restore my strength and gave it to everyone.

But the onion God arched the old lady's neck with his flat brain and said, "I don't want a reward. Let me stay with my grandmother and make cattle and horses for her old man."

Shit, what do you want to do, rebel with the power of the Empress Dowager?

"Well, I won't eat a green onion from now on." I smiled. Any sign of rebellion must be nipped in the bud.

"Sir, I dare not play tricks with you. I ask for leniency." Onion God almost didn't cry.

Everyone immediately burst into laughter, and the boy became everyone's happy fruit. I was relieved to see the old lady smiling. This toss, the old lady did not break down, not only her old man's blessing, but also mine.

After everyone regained their strength, even Grandma went to the lamp panel to watch curiously. Before I could have a closer look, the crowd gathered around and pushed me behind. I stretched my head and saw that there were no patterns cast on the lamp panel. It was dark. Under the light, there was a faint black light, which made people feel unspeakable strange.

The whole lamp panel is empty, about three inches thick. In fact, the eight corners are flat iron about inches wide, bent upward into corners, and an oil lamp is sandwiched behind the corners. They all protrude from the depths of the inner space, and their roots should be fixed together like the hour hand and minute hand of a clock.

The center of the lamp panel is probably a groove, but it is closed by two iron plates of yin and yang fish. You can't see what's in it. I have an intuition that it is the mysterious thing in the groove that can keep it afloat and control the opening and closing of the door and cracks. But I dare not open the yin-yang fish, for fear that once this thing is turned on, the oil lamp will go out, and then the gate of hell will be opened again.

This worry is not superfluous. In the step of lighting the lights just now, there is the item of closing the yin-yang fish. Obviously, only when yin-yang is closed can we close the door to hell.

I asked Xia Yuye, "is the door mechanism unlocked now?"

Xia Yu looked back and shook her head: "no, it's still locked."

We were all disappointed and looked back at the light panel. Lingzhu suddenly asked, "is there someone missing?"

I scanned the crowd and said in horror, "why is Xiao Lei missing?"