Repugnant Gateway

When An Zheng walked up the stream, he kept his distance from the stream deliberately. He didn't know if the weirdo he had just seen was a human, or what a monster. Although at that moment, the thing did not attack Anzheng, but nothing here will have any kindness.

Along the way, An Zheng found that Shan Ye was getting weaker and weaker. He could not perceive what had happened to Shan Ye. He was worried about what happened to Shan Ye. After walking for more than ten minutes, he put Shan Ye back into the blood beads Rest in the space of bracelets.

And just before, when An was struggling to get lost in Taolin.

The stars circulate in the eyes of Shan Ye, and the stars form a galaxy that no one can see, and go out from the eyes of Shan Ye, in a matter of tens of miles away. And where the galaxy is, it is the mountain where Anzheng is going.

What is in the mountains, the Milky Way can still be?

Wangshan ran dead horse, An Zheng felt that the distance of the mountain was not far away, but it took at least one hour to reach the foot of the mountain. And Tao Lin has been extended to the mountain, An Zheng found that even the mid-mountainside is the same pink. Peach blossoms are certainly beautiful, but when you walk all the way like this, you will inevitably have disgusting feelings.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, An Zheng's attention was above the gray shade covered by the pink on the mountainside.

cottage.

As if there was a voice guiding An Zheng, An Zheng felt that he had to go to the hut.

There was actually a path on the mountain, and Anzheng walked up the path. After walking a few hundred meters, the mountain became steeper. In the surrounding peach trees, every peach tree chilled An Zheng. Every peach tree here is different from the one below, because every peach tree is bound to the wrong soul.

The cruelty is almost transparent, all kinds of souls, some without half of the head, some of the body is completely twisted, some people have a big hole in the chest, some people have empty belly, some people lack arms, Some people have only half a body left. These strange souls are bound to the peach tree by some strange power, no matter how they struggle, they can't break free. They watched Anzheng growling. Although there was no sound, Anzheng felt that his mind was about to explode.

This is not a paradise, but hell.

After going up the mountain, I walked all the way and saw at least thousands of peach trees, each of which has such an injustice. Less, there is only one wrong soul on a peach tree. More often than not, the number of unjust souls bound on a peach tree makes the scalp numb. When Anzheng passed by a peach tree, the peach tree branch and the mountain were covered with hanging ghosts, one after another with a long tongue, and he reached out and tried to catch Anzheng.

Finally walked outside the hut, An Zheng saw the door of the hut open.

He stood outside and shouted, "Are there any people?"

No one answered in the hut. There seemed to be a gust of wind. The wooden door that had been half open creaked loudly, and then opened wider. In the black hole in the room, the opened wooden door is like a big mouth of a blood beast opened by a monster, waiting for An Zheng to hit it with one head.

Anzheng has experienced many dangers and has chased and killed countless demons. However, he did not have much contact with such ghosts. An Zheng once believed firmly that there is no such thing as a ghost in this world, and some are only those who practice evil sorcery. But now, even if An Zhengming knows that this is an illusion, he still doubts whether his previous determination is correct.

The door swayed slightly, as if waving to An.

After An Zheng was silent for a while, he finally decided to go in and see. Up to now, they have not met Chen Shaobai, nor do they know if they have encountered any danger. If anything in this room is the control of this illusion, it must be entered even more. Anzheng summoned all the thirty holy fish scales, and then raised his hand forward, and Tianmu flew out of the blood-pearl bracelet and flew into the hut first.

An Zheng was very worried, very worried ... because he had seen it when he walked not far away, this hut was the one that the old green cow had guarded for a long time. According to rumors, the white-bearded old Taoist who once lived in this hut was the originator of the Taoist ancestors of the world. The power sealed in this environment is the old man who once denied himself on the road of spiritual practice. No one knows how powerful this force is.

What worries An Zheng more is that ... Tianmu flew into the hut like a rock sinking into the sea, and there was no message to wear it back. An Zheng tried to call Tianmu back, but it didn't make any sense. Tianmu lost contact, as if disappeared without a trace.

An Zheng took a deep breath. In his left hand, the power of Zidian and Chiri began to merge, and a tiny Jiugang Tianlei coiled in his palm, and he could blast out anytime. He held a broken army sword in his right hand and held it tightly. An Zheng strides forward, there are only three steps, but every time An An Zheng feels his heart trembling. He was never a timid person, but what happened today is too weird.

Entering the house, the dim light inside made people have the urge to immediately turn around and escape. The outhouse is like a small meeting room. There are only a row of chairs in the room. An Zheng feels the same breath as the peach trees outside from the chair. In addition to the chair, facing the door, there is a long table at the north wall. There are a few things on the table, a fruit plate, of course only peach. On the left side of the fruit bowl is a white porcelain bowl with steaming white rice inside. On the right side of the peach is a plate of meat, but I can't see what it is.

In addition to these three things, there is also an incense burner in which three incenses are lit and smoke is still blowing.

Above the table, there is a picture on the wall. When An Zheng saw the painting, he almost hacked it out.

The picture shows a mountain, and below the mountain is a stream. On the edge of the stream sits a thin man with long hair and a shawl. And this man, An Zheng, had seen it by the creek before he came up.

Fortunately, it was just a painting.

An Zhengang was about to walk into the back room to see the situation. A gust of wind blew in behind, and the painting hanging on the wall shook slightly. Then the person on the painting turned around, and with the long hair covered, he could still see the face with nothing, but Anzheng felt it all, but there was a pair of horrified eyes on his face. Hold yourself.

It still seems to be laughing.

An Zheng took a deep breath and told himself to calm down. The good news is that that thing does not come down from the painting. The furnishings outside are very simple, but just these things. After reading carefully, An Zheng decided to enter the back room immediately. If there are no such important things inside, then leave immediately.

When he was about to walk towards the back room, he felt that his cuff was being torn by someone. He turned around and saw nothing. Looking down, I saw that thing actually came down!

He lay prone on the ground like a fish, and "watched" An Zheng with that face that contained nothing. One of his pale hands stretched out of his cuffs, grabbing Anzheng's cuffs, and pulled it a bit.

If An Zheng's courage is a little smaller, it may have been scared to death. Silently, the thing came down, and I was fighting for the strength of the sixth grade of Xiaomanjing, which I didn't even notice at all. And An Zheng now has a defensive array of thirty holy fish scales outside his body. How did it get into the fuck? !

A creaking voice appeared, it seemed to be saying something to An Zheng.

An Zheng shook his head: "I don't know what you are going to say, what are you doing?"

The thing seemed to become anxious, and began to pull back the sleeves of the struggle. But it seems that it can't stand up and can only lie on the ground, so its strength is not great. But there was something like a hook on the finger of this thing, which was caught in Anzheng's clothes and could not be shaken off. However, An Zheng also relaxed a little at this time. It seemed that this thing did not pose much threat, but it looked too scary.

An Zheng strode forward, ready to enter the back room. It seemed to see An Zheng about to go in. That thing started to go crazy. The original smooth face like an eggshell suddenly twisted, drum by drum, as if something was about to be drilled out soon. Ann slammed the thing out, and his sleeve was ripped open. An Zheng immediately turned to enter the back room, and then felt a violent force behind him seemed to explode.

The door between the back room and the outer room is like a barrier. The thing's body swooped in and twisted against the invisible door. But when Anzheng walked in, there was nothing to hinder. This was just a door frame, and there was no door panel. A layer of intangibles isolates that thing from the outside, and anxiously inside. It looks like it is very angry when it has claws and teeth outside.

In any case, it's a good thing after all if it doesn't come in.

An Zheng turned around and found that the furnishings in the house were simpler than those outside. There is only one Kang, with a chair and a wooden table on the edge. There are dust on the kang, a thick layer on the mat.

Then An Zheng noticed that the dust seemed strange. He walked over and looked at it. There was a shallow trace on it, as if someone had been sitting here for a while.

There was a bronze mirror on the table, which was the only thing in the room. The walls are also gray, as are the mirrors, and nothing can be seen. An Zhenggui made the gods go over and picked up the bronze mirror, and then wiped the dust off the bronze mirror with the cuff.

He looked into the bronze mirror, and suddenly a hand extended from the bronze mirror, grabbing Anzheng's neck, and pulled it in. An Zheng became breathless in a flash, the hand was blue, like a corpse, but it was extremely powerful. Anzheng was backward, and the hand in the bronze mirror held Anzheng forward, unable to hold on.

Anzheng's breathing became more and more difficult, and his face turned purple.

The red light flashed in the bronze mirror, and an eyeball appeared.

There is only one eyeball.

It was an indescribable eyeball. Black occupied the theme, and there were a few red dots like red hooks circling around. If you just look at it, you don't feel how scared, but Anzheng feels that death is in that eye. That hand was not intended to capture An Zheng in the bronze mirror, just to catch An Zheng.

Vitality is vented from Anzheng's body, and that is the life force of Anzheng. The light green light floated out of Anzheng's body, and then the tide water was drilled into the bronze mirror. The eye seemed to become a big mouth of blood basin, greedily absorbing the power of Anzheng's life.

what!

An Zheng snarled and struggled outward.

But no matter how he struggled, no matter how he resisted, his vitality was still vented like a tide, and he couldn't stop it.