"It's dead again..." Qi Bo, who was sitting on the sand, curled up in the handmade Italian sand, trembling slightly with his dry skin lips and murmured to himself.

The pupils were scattered and there was no response to the arrival of warm wine. They were stunned. The stubble that had just appeared on their faces looked not much better than the homeless man on the street, and they had already lost one soul!

The strong smell of blood stimulated Wen Jiu's nerves. Abi on his wrist had already turned into a scimitar and was held in his hand. His eyes, like a cold pool, stared at the dots in the huge living room. Suddenly, his eyebrows and eyes were bent, his body moved, and the dagger in his hand was nailed to the sand back where Qi Bo leaned against.

He held Qi Bo in one hand and threw it to the man behind him, "Stop him, don't come over!"

With a dull "dong", Xuanyuan Jimo's leather shoes stood firmly in place, and took Qi Bo who was throwing him at him. Only the little guy who was about to flip his body seemed to be chasing something in his dark blue eyes.

The finger bones holding the collar gradually turned white. Xuanyuan Jimo, who stood there, looked like a god in the eyes of those servants who were afraid for a night, and was as good as the ghosts in the room.

Seeing that the small body was about to disappear at the corner of the second floor, Xuanyuan Jimo didn't care about the little guy's words, holding Qi Bo's collar, his body was like a flaming cheetah, and he rushed towards Wenjiu quickly.

Now there are still a dozen servants left in the living room who still listen to Wen Jiu's words, and they can't see two people who exist like saviors disappearing in front of them? They can't do it, but they have to escape here now. The woman's body happened to be lying at the door. Who dares to make a second one?

Suddenly, no one knew who was raising his head, and he was still shaking his legs and crawling to chase the second floor.

After chasing the transparent soul to Wenjiu on the second floor, I realized where the strong smell of blood came from. The body stabbed to death by the tableware in the corridor, drowned in the open-air swimming pool, and was killed by the lamp suddenly falling from the head. Three dead souls, plus the one who just fell to death, was not Qi Bo's soul, that's it?

Wen Jiu narrowed his eyes and found that it was the formation soul that was about to transform!

‘No! Not to mention that this formation has been arranged for less than a hundred years, it is difficult to develop one's own consciousness even for a hundred years. In just a few decades, this formation not only has consciousness, but also only one step away from transformation..... Wen Jiu, who had thought about this, suddenly widened his eyes and suddenly went to the original path.

He shouted: "Jimo, take those people out quickly!"

Xuanyuan Jimo, who had just caught up, looked at the little guy flying towards him, subconsciously opened his arms and took the person into his arms. Wen Jiu hugged Xuanyuan Jimo's neck with one hand and held Qi Bo's collar in the other hand, gritted his teeth and said, "The Qi family uses people to build a foundation, and at least a hundred people are buried underground!"

If it weren't for the blood Kaifeng, even she wouldn't be able to see it. She wouldn't know if it was the evil of the Destroyed Heavenly Dao. After coming to this world, the spiritual power would be sometimes gone. The trace of spiritual power that was recovered last night was not enough for this formation soul to see. If it were in the previous life, what would the small formation soul be!

To nourish the formation with souls, to swallow souls with formations, to trap hundreds of people, to injustice and hundred souls, let alone decades, one year is enough to turn this formation into a hundred-year killing formation. If the formation soul is formed, the evil spirit will soar into the sky. This is not to rely on luck at all, this is to...

Xuanyuan Jimo, who probably knew the meaning of Wen Jiu, frowned slightly, reached out and touched the little guy's pale face, turned around and ran downstairs.

Just as Xuanyuan Jimo left the attic, the villa built with steel and concrete seemed to have been overturned, and the whole house suddenly slanted towards one side.

The sudden shock of the villa caused more than a dozen living people who were still on the stairs to fall down to the side. No one knew that there was a chance that there would be no way out.

"There are ghosts and ghosts... Haha, it's ghosts... We all want to die..." As the vibration disappeared, looking at the newly added corpses on the first floor, the crowd of people rushing out suddenly rushed out of a man with glasses hanging on the side.

His eyes stared at Xuanyuan Jimo upstairs with strange eyes and sneered, "Hahahaha... It's a ghost! It's a ghost... You!" The man pointed at Xuanyuan Jimo and blushed with a strange smile, then staggered and turned to his former colleague: "You, hahaha..." The laughter stopped, and his short trembling index finger pointed at himself and yelled, "And I... Hahahaha, we all have to die... "

Wen Jiu, who knew that the man could no longer bear the madness, looked up slightly. Sure enough, the thing was huddling on the roof, and his transparent body was sitting on the chandelier above the stairs and swinging like a swing.

Wen Jiu's pupils shrank slightly, and his shiny black eyes suddenly turned bloody. He turned his head to look at the pile of living people curled up on the stairs and shouted: "Down everything, go down if you don't want to die!"

Although the dozen people who heard the sound of Wen Jiu were frightened by Wen Jiu's blood-red eyes, they still obediently rushed down the first floor and shrank in the corners of the walls.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was holding Wen Jiu, certainly realized that the little guy was abnormal, but he couldn't to think too much at this time. He held Wen Jiu and jumped down from the second floor with Qi Bo in one hand.

Wen Jiu broke free from Xuanyuan Jimo's arms, turned around and looked at the man who was still laughing wildly on the stairs, squinted at the chandelier above, with his mouth slightly raised, and his white teeth looming.

"One, two, three!" Three sounds fell, and Abi in Wen Jiu's hand collided with the heavy chandelier and rushed towards the man. Abi could only swallow ghosts, but not the spiritual object that was about to transform. Even if it was nourished by an unjust soul, it would be considered a spirit!

Since I knew that the person would not be able to survive, Wenjiu chose to let Abi have a full meal instead of cheapening the soul, so that it could have a chance to transform.

Sure enough, the formation soul that had not enjoyed the delicious food was furious. It floated maniily above the villa, retracting Abi's warm wine, looking at the corpse without any wounds slightly hooked at the corner of his mouth, and a strong dead aura was silent in his blood-red eyes.

Because he was afraid of the purple air on the man's body and could not pounce on Wen Jiu, he had to hit the villa hard and slam the villa, and the villa that had just calmed down began to shake violently again, and everything in the house began to make sharp and harsh sounds.

"Wen He, you can't go there!" Xing Le, who volunteered to perform this mission, suddenly grabbed the president beside him who couldn't help but want to follow the special forces, and his tone was stern.

"Get out!" Wen He wanted to open Xing Le's iron arm fiercely and roared: "The wine is inside, my wine is inside, I haven't had time to pick her up to Wen's house..."

Xing Le looked at the man who was as tall as him in a complicated mood. The mist in the man's eyes was very familiar, so he felt so familiar that Xing Le's heart hurt. He directly reached out and hit Wen He's neck, picked him up, put him in his military off-road, and sighed softly: "You are so thin, why are you doing? Do you want your niece to free up your hands to save you? Wait in the car obediently, I'll go for you."

Xing Le put on his combat uniform, said hello to Wang Ke, took a grenade and followed him to the violently shaking villa. If you are lucky, you may be able to find the erratic villa!

It was so fast that Wang Ke had not had time to stop him, the young lieutenant colonel had already entered a turbid air. Wang Ke rubbed his forehead, and even after years of self-cultivation, he couldn't help but swear.

"What's this? Why did it happen in that villa in a while? It was just that the villa was 'lucky' to shake out the bottomless two-meter-long ditch. What's even more strange is that the villa cannot be located on the satellite...

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Chapter completed!