Return from the second dimension

In the following days, the spiritual disciples were cultivating their spiritual seedlings step by step, including Tang Zhen.This spiritual seedling is very important to Luo Fei, since he has promised to deal with the party, he naturally has to do his best to do it.

After the meticulous care of everyone, in the cultivation garden on the top floor, the growth of the spiritual seedlings is extremely gratifying.

At this point, ordinary gardeners can't compare with these spiritualists at all. Both the technology and the initial investment are quite different, and the cultivated embryos of the spiritual weapons are naturally not comparable.

The spiritualists were too devoted to their work and did not realize that the atmosphere here seems to be more gloomy than when they first arrived, especially when night comes, the whole building will be surrounded by fog.

There seemed to be a pair of greedy eyes in the darkness, secretly watching these spiritualists and the spiritual seedlings they cultivated.

Only when Tang Zhen was busy, he would cast his gaze towards the end of the corridor, looking at the flashing figure, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Luo Fei completely became a transparent person, staying in the room every day and never going out easily.

Since expressing that he would not participate in Tang Zhen's actions, there is now only one deal left between the two. When they get what they want, Luo Fei will leave here.

As for the agreement between the two, under the notarization of Cornerstone Platform, it is impossible not to fulfill it!

Unknowingly, those spirit seedlings have begun to bear fruit, because each one is a mutant spirit seedling, so these fruits are at least one-star embryos.

When they are fully mature, these fruits can at least sell at the price of ten million Lingcoins.

The cultivation of the spiritual seedlings has reached a critical moment, and the spiritual disciples dare not relax at all, for fear that they will be overwhelmed by their previous hard work because of a momentary negligence.

Compared to the outside world, the spirit realm is not worried about monsters launching attacks on the night of the full moon, because as long as there are patrols composed of spiritists around the city to clean up regularly, ghosts and monsters dare not approach.

But it is precisely because of this that the vigilance of the spiritualists is greatly reduced, without knowing that the danger has quietly approached.

Another day came late at night, the tired spiritual disciples had begun to rest, and the mist in the valley fell as usual.

It's just that in the fog this time, there are more and more swaying shadows. In the past, because of the protection of the spiritual array, they only wandered far away, but tonight they kept getting closer to the building.

It didn't take long for a ghost with blood all over and half of its head to be close to the open door, and then rushed into the building excitedly.

This seemed to be a signal, making the ghosts and monsters immediately restless, and rushing into the passage one after another, as if a bloody feast was about to begin!

If a spiritualist saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked, because the protective spiritual circle used to defend against ghosts and monsters did not know when it was shut down!

At the very top of the building, the man in the robe who had only appeared the first day was watching this scene with cold eyes, as if he had long been used to it.

When the last monster entered the building, the man in the robe pressed a button and all exits of the building were closed.

From this moment on, this building has become a huge prison.

Leaving the window, the man in the robe walked to a hospital bed, looking at the unconscious woman lying on the bed, a touch of tenderness flashed on his cold and numb face.

"Yurou, it won’t take long for me to save enough spiritual coins for healing. Then I will take you to find those powerful spiritual masters and ask them to wake you up. Then we can be together again. Up!"

Slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, the man in the robe grabbed one of the woman's hands, his gentle and painful eyes interlaced.

"I know you will blame me, be angry with me, and blame me for hurting so many people.

But if I don't do this, when will I be able to collect enough coins to heal your wounds? I am not afraid of hard work, but how long can you hold on?

The blame is that we should not be born in the spiritual realm, should not be embarking on the path of spiritual masters, but the matter is here, what is the use of regret?"

When the man in the robe said this, his eyes gradually became cold, and he said with a hint of hatred: "If I hadn't been ridiculed and rejected again and again when I led you for help, how would I choose this path?

We can only blame them for not giving us a way to survive, so I don't give them a way to survive, I am not wrong, I have never been wrong!"

When the robe man said this, his eyes were bloodshot and his voice became hysterical.

He did not see that there was a drop of crystal tears in the corner of the eyes of the woman lying on the bed, gently sliding down her cheek...

The promenade on the second floor was already covered with dense fog. At the door of every room where the spiritualists lived, there stood a group of gloomy figures. They greedily sucked the living blood floating from the door, and then were anxious. Resistance to enter it.

The sturdy door is completely useless to these ghosts.

A middle-level spiritualist was lying on the bed. Although he was asleep, his brows were still frowned, and he seemed to be surrounded by nightmares.

When he fell asleep, he felt a little chill in his body and pulled the quilt subconsciously.

But at this moment, a sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart, and he couldn't help opening his eyes.

Less than 20 centimeters away from him, a ghost was parallel to his body, greedily absorbing his blood, and the blood-red eyes were staring at him.

"Damn it!"

The Intermediate Spiritualist was shocked, and when he was about to attack, he found that his body seemed to be bound by an invisible shackle, and he couldn't move at all.

The ghost was motionless, a trace of joking flashed in his blood-red eyes, and the terrifying face was also constantly drawing closer to the intermediate spiritualist.

Once the ghost's mouth is attached to the mouth of this intermediate spiritualist, the blood will be continuously sucked away, and within a minute, he will become a corpse!

Seeing that the ghost is getting closer and closer to him, he still can't get rid of the control of the other party. The intermediate spiritualist's forehead is already covered with cold sweat, and his mood has become increasingly desperate.

At this moment, he heard the muffled sound of "Bang!", the door was kicked open, and then a red light flashed, the ghost suspended on him screamed and disappeared instantly. Without a trace!

As if a bubble burst, the noisy sound entered the room, and the sound of fighting came from time to time, and it was already in a mess.

"What are you doing in a daze, go out and help, a monster has come in!"

After the roar, the soul-saver rushed out the door, waved the weapon in his hand, and fought with another ghost outside the door.

The intermediate spiritualist calmed down his panic, took out his spiritual weapon from his pocket, and rushed out with a roar.

At this time, the second floor has become a battlefield, and ghosts and monsters are everywhere in the fog. Those spiritists control their own spirit weapons and constantly fight with the surrounding monsters.

"Damn it, how come so many monsters appear?"

The Intermediate Spiritist was frightened and angry. While controlling the spirit weapon to attack the monster, he drew the dagger depicting the spirit formation from his waist and waved it continuously around the body.

It's just that there are too many monsters, even if the spiritists desperately resist, they are still not opponents of these monsters.

"This is not the way, we must break through quickly!"

A spiritualist roared loudly, his body was already full of blood, and his breath was also very messy.

"There is no place for us to hide in this valley. The doors and windows are also sealed, and we can't escape at all!"

The Intermediate Spiritualist was taken aback. He didn't understand how he was calculated, and his heart was full of grief and anger.

"It's useless to talk about running away. Monsters will overtake you wherever you go!"

Another spiritist repelled the monster and responded loudly.

"Have you sent a distress signal so that the cleanup troops can deal with these monsters?"

"I have tried it, the distress message cannot be posted with Ben!"

"Damn it, are we going to die here today?"

A spiritist uttered a desperate roar, followed by his screams. A monster that fell on the roof fell on his shoulder, and his claws lifted off his heavenly spirit cover, holding his skull and licking the white. Flowery brains!

With the death of the first spiritualist, the situation became more and more unfavorable!