Yu Moqian glanced at the female ghost indifferently, and looked at the door that had been shaking all the time.
He reached out and opened the door directly.
The door howled, and several terrifying heads appeared.
Both men and women, all young people.
They crowded the door tightly, trying to get out of the door.
These are the eight lodgers who died in the hotel.
And to form such a strange formation, the corpse must still be there.
Bai Weiwei was being carried by Yu Moqian, and just saw the heads of several ghosts roaring to come out.
She said she wanted to die.
Such a big grimace is so ugly that it is super abstract.
It's a ghost, and it's ugly.
Fear and disgust are all over it.
Yu Moqian noticed that the little Tianshi behind him was stiff, and he seemed to be quite afraid.
He comforted: "Don't be afraid, it's just a few little ghosts, nothing."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his finger, and his fingertips emitted a faint golden light. In the light, the young man's appearance was unusually cold and handsome.
His black pupils were stained with light, and there was a layer of mist.
The fragility like cherry blossoms, and the coldness like icy cold.
"There is no nostalgia in the world, no worries in everything, and the way of ghosts, open."
The words just fell.
There was a terrible tremor on the ground.
The nine corpse formation that gathered yin qi suddenly crumbled, and the foul gray gas permeated from the floor and the walls.
Against the shaking of the ground.
Once it cracks and collapses, the magic circle disappears.
Yu Moqian carried Bai Weiwei on his back, did not land, and floated directly in the void, the hem of his sleeves fluttering.
And the vibration of the ground is getting bigger and bigger, and in the end, the gas can't resist this terrifying force.
The floor began to crumble and the walls cracked.
A huge black iron door drilled out from the ground.
All the Yin Qi of the hotel was sucked in by the iron door, and the door slowly opened.
An endless, dark road emerges.
There are red flowers on both sides of the road, scorching hot.
It is the other side flower.
Bai Weiwei put her chin on Yu Moqian's shoulder, opened her eyes, and couldn't help but say, "What is this?"
Yu Moqian's cold ears heard her soft, warm breathing.
The tips of his ears were a little red, and her temperature made him a little human.
His voice softened, "Nothing, a ghost road, once the ghost road opens, any ghosts lingering in the world must go on the road."
Yu Moqian's words just fell.
Those unjust souls roared and were torn into the door by a huge force.
No struggle to spare.
Bai Weiwei suddenly held his neck tightly with both hands, her tone trembled, "You won't be taken away."
Yu Moqian was stunned for a while, but he didn't expect that she would worry about this for the first time.
His black eyes curved slightly, bringing out a gentle smile.
"No, I'm strong."
Strong enough to suppress hundreds of ghosts.
All the ghosts in the room were taken away, and the ghost door slammed shut and disappeared into the air.
The dark red in the room disappeared, revealing the dilapidated and dusty furnishings.
The walls are all cracked.
Cracked walls, broken floors.
It's all corpses.
Bai Weiwei finally knew why Yu Moqian was carrying her behind her back and stagnated in mid-air.
It turned out that the ground or the walls were hiding rotting corpses.
If this is stepped on, the feeling of splashing out of the corpse must be sour.
Yu Moqian didn't have any accident. This magic circle was too dark, leaving the corpse in a semi-rotten state.