When Duan Weiwei heard this, his complexion suddenly changed, and he said angrily: "Mo Lan, you are too much! That limited edition lipstick has long been sold out, and I am reluctant to use it."
Mo Lan snorted, "Then take the burgundy, blue glitter, and metallic lipstick you used last time."
Duan Weiwei shook his head again and again, and said, "No, no, it's still too much."
Mo Lan said: "Then I don't want them all, just give me your new pair of clover earrings."
Duan Weiwei said angrily: "Mo Lan, I have recognized you. I have always regarded you as a friend, but you actually wanted to get my earrings! If you want me to sell the pair of earrings, why don't you kill me? Let me see for myself." go!"
With an angry snort, he turned his eyes and looked at the female corpse dug out by Yang Qingxuan, suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he said in surprise: "Shen Xiang!"
Duan Weiwei took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice, "She was a top student in Class Nine, and she died here. What is going on in this hall?"
After Duan Weiwei recognized this person, the hearts of several people sank suddenly. It seems that many of the corpses in the hall are our classmates.
If they were all strangers, they would have stepped on it with their eyes closed, but now they are all classmates, and when they stepped on it, they all felt their legs tremble and they were a little unstable.
Yang Qingxuan comforted: "Don't be afraid, everyone, not all of them are classmates, there are many other corpses."
Duan Weiwei said in a trembling voice: "We, let's go out first, and then discuss the long-term plan?"
"Yes, I agree with Weiwei's opinion." Mo Lan also turned pale.
Meng Rui said: "Look back, I'm afraid it's impossible to go out, everyone should calm down and get rid of fear."
Several people looked back, and their faces changed drastically. The entrance had disappeared, as if they were in an independent space.
Yang Qingxuan said in a deep voice, "Lan Yan, how did you leave before?"
Lan Yan touched the cold sweat on her forehead, and said, "When I entered the hall, I realized something was wrong, so I retreated immediately."
The hearts of several people were trembling, and their fists were clenched tightly.
Yang Qingxuan said: "Don't panic. Although many students fell here, wasn't Wu Zhonghai still alive just now? It proves that the danger here can still be dealt with."
Duan Weiwei said in fear: "But Wu Zhonghai..."
"Yang Qingxuan is right!"
Du Ruo spoke suddenly, interrupting Duan Weiwei's words, and said: "Now we must strengthen our confidence and break the killing situation here, otherwise there will be eight more corpses on the ground."
Everyone's face changed slightly, and they immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.
Duan Weiwei also closed his mouth tactfully, and began to eliminate the fear in his heart.
Xiao Feng suddenly trembled and said: "Yang Qingxuan, this Shen Xiang corpse..."
Yang Qingxuan hurriedly turned his head and found that the corpse was still lying on the ground. The delicate face had clear features and had not changed. He couldn't help sullenly saying: "What's wrong with this corpse? A big man, speaking in a strange voice, be serious, once finish!"
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Xiao Feng swallowed his saliva, and said: "My martial spirit heard this corpse talking, saying that she is so scared and lonely, let us dissolve into the ground together to accompany her."
Lan Yan frowned and said: "Your martial spirit is too weird, what kind of ghost message is this?"
Xiao Feng calmed down a bit, and said: "My martial soul has a good heart, even if it can sense hidden messages, it will never be wrong."
Suddenly, his complexion changed drastically, and he said in a trembling voice, "No! These corpses are all talking, and they all say they want us to accompany them!"
Yang Qingxuan immediately became alert, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, be careful, maybe the corpse is going to change!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that his feet were being strangled by a thin rope, and he saw the heavy hair entwined around his feet, and then the withered hands grabbed over like dead branches.
Fortunately, Yang Qingxuan had been alert for a long time, and Yang Qingxuan raised his hand with a sword light, chopped off those hairs, and then stepped out, breaking Shen Xiang's arm with a "click".
Shen Xiang's face began to contort, revealing a painful expression, and a strange "cuckoo" sound came from his throat, which made people shudder.
At the same time, the entire hall was shrouded in an abnormal force, and the corpses melted on the ground climbed up from the ground one by one as if revived.
"Hey!"
All eight of them gasped, their faces turning pale.
With a kick, Yang Qingxuan kicked Shen Xiang flying away, and the other seven people also hurriedly shot out the corpse that had crawled up from the ground.
Du Ruo raised his hand and shouted, "Come in."
A piece of rune flew up from the holy world's silver light, wrapped around the eight people, and immediately turned into an enchantment cover.
The corpses outside opened their teeth and claws one by one, and rushed towards the barrier. The clear and terrifying faces were printed around, which was very terrifying.
But the eight of them have all experienced the previous corpse battle, and their psychological endurance has been improved, and they will get used to it after watching it for a long time.
Chen Zhen said in surprise: "How long can this enchantment last? How many corpses are there outside? I'm afraid it is not less than before?"
Everyone just felt their scalps go numb.
Du Ruo said in a deep voice: "This Holy Silver Glory will definitely not be able to last for too long. Opening the barrier now is to buy time and let everyone find a way."
Yang Qingxuan looked into the hall, and corpses crawled up from the ground everywhere and surrounded them.
But Wu Zhonghai was nowhere to be seen.
At the front of the main hall, a dark shadow shrouded it, making it hard to see clearly.
Yang Qingxuan said: "There must be something in the shadow in front, at least Wu Zhonghai is hiding somewhere we can't see. Xiao Feng, what might your martial soul perceive?"
Xiao Feng said: "I will try."
A piece of soul light surged in front of his chest, and it radiated around his body like a spider web. The entire upper body was covered with a layer of white fishing net, and countless rays of light converged towards the brain.
Yang Qingxuan seemed to have realized that the net-like rays of light were full of traces of strange energy, gathered in Xiao Feng's brain, which should mobilize the power of the whole body, stimulate the energy in the mind, and perceive unknown things.
Suddenly, without warning, Xiao Feng let out a muffled snort, and then spat out a mouthful of blood. He said in horror, "Marshal? What does Marshal mean? A voice came out from the shadow, calling 'Marshal'."
Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, puzzled.
Yang Qingxuan's face changed slightly, and he said in surprise: "Could it be that there is a 'Marshal' in the shadow?"
Xiao Feng said in a deep voice: "It's very possible, it's a kind of calling, within the shadows, calling for 'Marshal'."
Du Ruo said: "Then this 'Marshal' may be the owner of this ancient temple, and he must have been dead for countless years, right?"
Xiao Feng said: "I always feel that there is a bad premonition, but I can't tell the specifics."
Du Ruo was surprised: "Then what should we do now? Advance or retreat?"
(end of this chapter)