Otherworldly Merchant

I hurried to light the second pair of wolf hair, and my hands shook. The wolf hair wrapped in yellow paper actually fell off, and the lighter lit only yellow paper.

I hurriedly threw away the yellow paper and bent over to pick up the wolf hair on the floor. Sooner or later, the burning yellow paper just floated onto a dress. It screamed and burned the whole thing. The other skirts looked back.

I just stunned. What's going on?

I seem to understand that the spirits here are not afraid of the fire that the wolf whips, they are afraid of any fire, but this fire has to be lit with something outside the apartment.

Half-day refiner battle has such weakness, I regret it for a while, I knew it wouldn't harm the Wolf Whip! Now pull a spell out of your arms, put it on your hand like a fan, set it on fire, and throw it at those skirts.

“Come on, come on! ”

My guess was right, the dress was scared to go straight back, and my other hand held the Wolf's whip tight and beat them constantly. Those skirts screamed in a row and burned out the yellow paper in my hand. I quickly pulled it out again and lit it up in my hand.

The last time I was bullied into being a grandson by these spirits, I actually had a shameful pleasure at this moment!

Gradually, I pushed these skirts to the end of the corridor, when I stepped under a wet, slippery, sticky object, and looked down and there was a trace of blood on the ground.

A drop of blood dropped from the top of my head on the tip of my nose, and I looked up and stunned my tongue. The place where the blood dropped was the fire sprinkler installed in the apartment, so these skirts deliberately led me here, that's why.

Shout out, the fire sprinkler over your head starts spraying blood water!

The flame in my hand was instantly extinguished, and I screamed badly, ready to step back, yet the dress began to attack me back.

I bit my teeth and swung the curved knife towards the nearest dress, which was originally a soft piece of texture, which was so unpretentious that it crushed the whole thing. Then the two skirts wrapped around my right hand, and the bloody dress was wet and cold, climbing up my arms like snakes.

I broke the dress with a knife in my back, but didn't notice the other dress coming from the back, held me tight, and then shrunk, wrapped around my body, it felt like being haunted by a python snake, my hands and feet couldn't move freely.

The other skirts are surrounded. If they wrap them around, there's only one way to die!

I bite my teeth so hard, I cut the skirt in front of me from half my waist, it was halfway through everything, and it landed soft on the ground.

I waved my knife around, beating back those skirts, and this one wrapped around me, like a possessed evil spirit, kept interfering with my movements, making me unable to grasp the direction and force of the sword.

Plus the blood spraying like a storm over my head, I've been wet all over my body. Even my eyes are red. That's probably what it feels like to kill red eyes, right?

To survive, I fought my life to chop, chop, chop, and kill a bloody path between these weird dresses.

The staircase was getting closer and closer to me. When there were only a few steps left, I cut open the two skirts, hurried over and pulled the yellow paper out of my arms. I found my hands shaking so badly.

At this time, my ankles were tight, and those two sliced skirts wrapped around my feet and pulled me so hard into the blood screen...

I was wet, and the floor was covered in marble, and I was dragged backwards and backwards.

“Shit!”

When I looked at it, I lost a lot of work. My heart was burning like a broken mouth, suddenly I was in a hurry to get smart. I looked forward at the curved knife, and the back of the curved knife caught the guardrail of the stairs.

Those dresses dragged me backwards like a tug of river, dragged me all over the sky. I don't know how much longer I can hold on, but I'm sure I can't afford these spirits.

So he pulled out his other hand from his arms and pulled out a pile of yellow paper. Fortunately, it was still dry in my coat. Otherwise, he would really be here today. I copied the yellow paper and lit it in my hand. The flames that flashed instantly never made me feel so warm and secure.

Under the roast of the flames, those skirts loosened me, twisting like a snake and escaping.

I stretched out my hand to wipe the blood on my face, exhaled for a long time, waited for the flame on my hand to be extinguished, quickly took out another piece of yellow paper, rolled it carefully, and lit it.

This paper is my life, but save it!

This vicious war just now made me tired all over like I was about to break up. I stood up ready to continue upstairs, but suddenly my body was tired and heavy, and I sinked in tirelessly. The illusion bell suddenly woke me up, but my sobriety lasted only a few seconds, and my eyelids started fighting again.

In a coma, the blood on the ground began to spread, all the time beneath me. I don't know if this state is awake or dreaming...

Fantasy bells rock like crazy, trying to wake me up, and I try to wake up, but I always feel like something is pulling my consciousness down, like a voice in my head is saying:

“Go to sleep, go to sleep, sleep and you won't feel any pain...”

The blood gradually gathered around me into a bloody lake, and a few bloody people stood up from the blood, without faces, slowly walked towards me. The surrounding landscape has also changed, it is no longer a dark and sunken staircase, but a deep sky with dead trees and crows in the distance, which is like a bloody swamp!

I was afraid that I could not do it, but my body just didn't listen to me. When I thought of myself, I told myself this, and the warm tears came out.

At this point, a small hand slapped hard on my shoulder a few times, and I felt the extinguished sun soot sprang up again and woke up violently.

As soon as I looked around, I was still in the hallway, so those dresses were going to attack me again, and there was a crisp voice behind me saying, "Uncle, come on up! ”

I looked up, but it was a red hat. I couldn't even think about it. I followed her upstairs.

We went all the way to the fifth floor, and the first thing I did was light a roll of yellow paper, and it was in my hand like a cigarette, and I asked Red, “Have you been kidnapped? How did you get out? ”

“That bad uncle was obsessed with ghosts, so I took the opportunity to escape!” After that, Little Red showed a smile of pride, and then she pulled my hand: “Uncle, I'll take you somewhere. ”

Little Red Hat dragged me to the west of the apartment, and all the shady air around the way was stupidly moving. Naturally, they were aimed at me. Little Red Hat seemed to be non-existent in their eyes, but I was afraid to come near the yellow paper in my hand.

For a moment, I suddenly wondered, is it really natural that little Red Hat has such a bad vibe?