In the cremation room, Zhao Sicheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and got up from the ground.

Although Shen Tinglan resisted the invasion of resentment for the first time, the opponent's power was too strong: a hurricane blew up in the room, knocking the two of them to the ground.

A huge ghostly face poked out of the crematorium. If you look closely, it turns out to be composed of painful and hideous faces.

Several pale figures crawled out of Ghost Face's mouth one after another. The dead prisoners crawled on the ground and quickly crawled towards the direction of the two of them. Shen Tinglan controlled the iron thorns and swept across the ground, turning In an instant, several innocent souls were torn into pieces.

However, it was of no use. Within a moment, more ghosts crawled out of the crematorium.

Zhao Sicheng spat out a mouthful of blood, clenched his fists and muttered something.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the house, and ancient and low whispers sounded around like the whispers of demons.

Even Shen Tinglan felt a chill on his back. The evil aura seemed to penetrate into his blood and penetrate into his bones. If he hadn't known that this was Zhao Sicheng's ability, he would have thought that there was another powerful one in the prison. Ghost.

This time, Zhao Sicheng seemed to have summoned some terrible ghost again...

The two episodes of the blood curse almost exhausted all of Zhao Sicheng's physical energy. He held onto the wall to support himself. As the curse took effect, Shen Tinglan saw that Zhao Sicheng's skin began to crack, and blood continued to ooze from his mouth and nose. Obviously, The curse had begun to take its toll on his body.

Watching a dark shadow slowly gather into a human shape at Zhao Sicheng's feet, and his blood flowing on the ground gradually gathered into the shadow as if it were alive.

The shadow was like a sponge, quickly absorbing all of Zhao Sicheng's blood.

Soon, a pair of dry and rotten hands stretched out from the shadows and slowly crawled to Zhao Sicheng's feet. Then, the second pair, the third pair...

Under Shen Tinglan's gaze, more than a dozen ghosts crawled out of the shadows one after another.

These ghosts are all male, and although they are wearing prison uniforms, they are somewhat different from the current style and look very old.

"These are prisoners who were executed during the war. Each of them is a ghost that has been dead for more than a hundred years."

Zhao Sicheng's face was pale, but his momentum was not reduced at all: "Li ghosts are different from ghosts. Although they are both incarnations after death, Li ghosts cannot reincarnate because of their excessive resentment. For one day in the world, the resentment will increase, and the resentment will increase. If you don't use it for a day, you won't be able to be reincarnated for a day. Anyone whose life is sought by evil ghosts is the retribution of karma. What they hated most during their lifetime was the police here."

Zhao Sicheng said, raised his hand and pointed at the crematorium, and gave instructions to those evil spirits: "Go, that guy is the warden of this prison."

As soon as Zhao Sicheng finished speaking, the dozens of ghosts immediately raised their heads and locked their sights on Xu Lin. They crawled along the ground and ceiling. Although they were not dominant in number, their power was far beyond that of other ghosts.

Under the command of Zhao Sicheng, these evil ghosts frantically tore apart and devoured the ghosts of other prisoners. At the same time, the resentment on their bodies became stronger than before. Cooperating with Shen Tinglan's iron thorns, the two of them instantly reversed the situation. Turned around.

On the other side, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Kong Xiang, who was covered in lightning sparks, bore the brunt of entering the room. Behind him, Ling Yun and his group followed him into the room with their guns fired.

"Now that we can't get out of the prison, we must deal with this guy!" Ling Yun shouted at Shen Tinglan.

"Awesome, Fatty, you can already summon an army of undead?" Wei Chongming couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the ghosts in the room.

"What's this? Wait for me to practice for a while. I can summon Qin Shihuang's terracotta warriors and horses for you. The Yin soldiers will cross the border and destroy this grandson." Although Zhao Sicheng was weak, he never lost his temper.

Seeing that the number of ghosts was decreasing, everyone was united. Even ordinary people like Wang Qin dared to pick up electric shock batons and fight back against the evil ghosts approaching them.

The ghostly faces in the black mist gradually retreated into the crematorium, and within a few moments, all the ghosts remaining in the room were wiped out by the evil ghosts summoned by Zhao Sicheng.

Sensing that the resentment in the room had disappeared, and that the duration of the blood curse had reached its limit, Zhao Sicheng immediately withdrew his power and dispersed the group of evil ghosts.

"Is that guy afraid of us and fled early?" Wei Chongming was a little confused. This was the first time he encountered this type of boss, and he retreated when he knew he couldn't defeat it.

"But the black fog and corrosive rain outside the prison haven't disappeared yet. We can't get out until that guy dies," Ling Yun said.

"I always feel that something is wrong." The iron thorns continued to extend outward from Shen Tinglan's feet, and in the blink of an eye they covered the entire room. As the connection center, Shen Tinglan closed his eyes tightly and gave his thoughts to the iron thorns.

Thorns continuously searched within the prison, trying to find traces of the warden.

Kong Xiang watched from the side and was secretly stunned. The strength displayed by these players was far more terrifying than he imagined.

"Did you hear anything?" Wang Tianxing, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke. Because of his own abilities, his presence has been reduced to the point where he can almost be completely ignored.

Even if Li Gui launched an attack on everyone, they would not notice him immediately. If he hadn't spoken, Ling Yun and others would have almost forgotten that there was such a player in the team.

Wang Tianxing pointed to the top of his head and said to everyone: "There seems to be some movement and shouting."

After being reminded like this, Shen Tinglan immediately changed the direction of his search. Soon, he opened his eyes again and said sternly: "Oh no, that evil ghost is killing the prisoners in the prison now!"

"This guy is replenishing energy!" Zhao Sicheng was shocked: There are more than two hundred prisoners in Kata Prison now. If he wants to kill and devour them all, the ghost's resentment will definitely increase sharply.

After the battle just now, everyone's physical energy and props have been greatly consumed; and their own blood curses cannot be activated again. Once the evil ghost comes back, even if they join forces, they will not be able to deal with such an attack!

"We can't let him continue killing like this." Ling Yun said.

"Then what should we do? We can't stop that thing from killing people?!" Kong Xiang was anxious, rubbing his head and murmuring: "This prison is its territory. No matter how we escape, we can't leave the clutches of the devil..."

But after hearing what the other party said, Shen Tinglan seemed to have received some kind of prompt and immediately withdrew the iron thorn.

In my mind, Alessa's evil voice sounded again.

"If I can drag the evil ghost into my domain, it won't be able to continue killing."

Ling Yun suddenly noticed that Shen Tinglan's black pupils spread rapidly at this moment, and soon, his eyes were completely replaced by pitch black.

At the same time, the surrounding wall peeled off in an instant, revealing blue, black and yellow stone bricks. As the ground shook violently, a large number of black monsters continued to crawl out from the gaps, and thick blood stains went down the wall. Penetrating, the whole room was filled with a disgusting fishy smell.

Kong Xiang and Wang Tianxing had never seen such a scene before. They thought Shen Tinglan was possessed by an evil spirit, so they were so frightened that they fled out the door.

After they rushed to the corridor, they were frightened and took several steps back. What appeared in front of them was an extremely terrifying man. His body was penetrated by wires full of thorns, and his eyes were rough with needlework. Sewed up.

The man's hands and feet were tied to both sides of his body by iron thorns. What was even more tragic was that the iron wire that passed through his body was still stretching and rubbing, scratching his flesh and blood. The man groaned in pain, But he couldn't die no matter what.
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