"Corpse oil?! Are those corpses!" Zhang Chi's brain crashed for a moment, and nausea filled his stomach, which made Zhang Chi kneel on the ground and vomit piercingly.

He couldn't use his simple thirteen years of life experience to understand what he saw just now, and put people in an alchemy furnace to refine and melt? This is something that a perverted and curious person can do?

His mouth was full of the smell of vomit, and tears rolled down his face unconsciously. Zhang Chi felt that he was completely unable to think at this moment. Will there be Yingying among the children in the stove?

He didn't dare to think about it and couldn't bear the misfortune brought by the tragedy. He could only subconsciously want to escape, and kept hypnotizing himself subconsciously, Yingying was still alive.

"Stand up Zhang Chi, your sister is indeed still alive." Tong Tong's voice was like a booster at this time, at least stabilizing the teenager's impending collapse, "That's why we don't want you to see these things, you I can't help but think about it, after all, it is an ordinary human who will pity even the death of a cat and a dog."

"Get up Zhang Chi, you're the older brother, you still want to save Yingying, don't you?" Yuyu interrupted Tong Tong's half-complaining speech, "You have to keep your mentality, what you see now is real,So you need to be more awake so you can bring your sister home."

Zhang Chi knelt down on the ground, the two little devils in his mind encouraged him with every word, but he felt that he was about to lose his strength.

"elder brother."

A sweet girl's voice sounded from the front, Zhang Chi suddenly raised his head and looked at the place where the voice came from. He heard it clearly, it was clearly Yingying's voice!

"What's wrong? Zhang Chi, what did you hear?" Tong Tong Yuyu was taken aback by his sudden action and asked him what was wrong.

The two of them couldn't hear anything abnormal, only Zhang Chi seemed to notice something, but Zhang Chi suddenly got up from the ground and ran towards the darkness ahead.

"Wait! Zhang Chi, stay awake! There's a wall ahead!" Tong Tong Yuyu stared at the wall with white walls and blue tiles, suddenly feeling a little familiar.

The darkness was like a dense mesh of fine nets, and Zhang Chi suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness. He looked at his palm and found that he had returned to his original appearance.

"Brother, are you finally here?" The girl's voice came from behind him, and he turned around to see that the person standing behind him was his younger sister Zhang Xingying.

Zhang Chi's pupils shrank suddenly, he grabbed the girl's arms tightly with both hands, and took her whole body into his arms: "Where have you been! I finally found you!"

The tip of his nose was sore, and he started to cry when he completely felt the real feeling in his arms. The skinny boy hugged his young sister and cried bitterly in the dark.

The crying sounded for a long time, and as the excitement gradually faded, Zhang Chi realized that something was not right. No matter how young and ignorant my sister was, she was still wandering away from home for several days by herself. It shouldn't be like this. Cold reaction?

He let go of the arm that was holding his sister tightly, and when his fingers touched the hard feeling, his heart had already cooled for the most part. Looking down again, the one who just flung himself in his arms was still his sister, clearly the kind of monster who brought him here!

"Why are you!!" Zhang Chi vigorously threw off the monster's arm, but unexpectedly was wrapped around his body in the next instant, "Let go! Where is my sister? Where is Yingying?!"

A fragment fell from the cracked face of the monster, followed by more fragments, and then, behind that, half of Zhang Xingying's eyes appeared!

"Brother...you, don't you know me..." "Zhang Xingying" raised her face and smiled at Zhang Chi. The whites of the eyes that were clear and bright in Zhang Chi's memory were now exposed, and the inside of the eyelids was even dripping with golden yellow stickiness. liquid.

Zhang Chi shook his head desperately, trying to push the face away: "No! You are not her, you are not my sister! Who are you? Who are you?!"

"Brother, how can you not recognize me... Yingying is so sad, brother." The monster in front of him began to melt, just like what Zhang Chi saw in the alchemy furnace, it turned into a pool of golden corpse oil, immersing him in in.

So uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable!

Zhang Chi clasped his neck with his backhand, and the feeling of suffocation rushed to his head.

He tried his best and shouted loudly with the last of his strength: "Yingying! Where are you...!"

The darkness suddenly seemed like a broken barrier, Zhang Chi shuddered viciously, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer in the room where the giant furnace was placed.

"What place is this? Was I dreaming just now? Tong Tong, Yuyu? Are you still there?" Zhang Chi tried to call the two little ghosts attached to him, but unfortunately he couldn't get any response.

He looked vigilantly at the room he was in. There was a tablet enshrined on the old-fashioned mahogany-painted cabinet. There were three unburned incense burners in the incense burner in front of the tablet. There were lanterns emitting strange red lights everywhere. The room as a whole was blood red.

Zhang Chi looked around and took a step toward the old-fashioned cabinet enshrining tablets, only then did he see clearly what was enshrined on it.

He originally thought it would be a spiritual tablet like a Bodhisattva, but he didn't expect that there was a green-faced, fang-toothed evil ghost behind the tablet. Zhang Chi shrank his neck and looked away, and saw the writing on the tablet.

"Enshrining the spiritual seat of the Wutong God?" Zhang Chi was quite puzzled. How could the thing with a green face and fangs that looked like a human and a beast be called a god?

Inexplicably appearing in such a room, Tongtong Yuyu lost contact again for some unknown reason, Zhang Chi was even more flustered, he hesitated again and again and didn't know which nerve was wrong, so he stood on tiptoe and wanted to touch it. The ghost statue behind the tablet.

"Cough cough."

Suddenly there was a coughing sound behind him, which made the tense Zhang Chi withdraw his hand, and turned his head to look back vigilantly: "Who?!"

In the faint blood-colored light, something moved in an inconspicuous corner in the far corner of the room. Zhang Chi squinted his eyes to see what it was, and then he saw something stretched out in a pile of rags. Out came a scrawny veteran.

Is there anyone else in this room? Zhang Chi's mind was buzzing, he didn't rush over to help others without thinking, but approached slowly step by step: "Who is there?"

The scene in the giant furnace brought serious damage to his immature heart, and at the same time made his thoughts mature rapidly to a certain extent. Zhang Chi knew that showing that worthless pity in such a place might fall into the furnace the next moment. People become themselves.

He slowly approached the broken bed that was suspected to be made of wooden boxes. He didn't have any lighting equipment in his hands. This was the first thing he confirmed when he woke up from the darkness just now. The only mobile phone used to communicate with Wen Liang and the others was not. He knew where he fell, so now he can only rely on the faint red light to judge whether the person in front of him is a person or a ghost.

The hand protruding from the rags was only a layer of skin and bones, and the hand with only a layer of skin was covered with old wrinkles. Zhang Chi watched carefully, but the owner of the hand didn't seem to notice that he was When he got closer, that hand was also like a severed limb of a corpse on the battlefield, bent stiffly, looking very strange.

Zhang Chi became a little more courageous, he moved lightly to keep himself from making any noise, then bent down and looked at the pile of rags on the bed——

There was also an eye looking at him in the rag, but Zhang Chi couldn't notice it just now because of the lack of light in the eyes and the blue hole.

"Ah!" Zhang Chi retreated quickly, and only then did he realize what kind of rags he saw. It was dirty strands of hair, and what was on the hand should be what the person in front of him was wearing. clothing.

"Little baby, what are you afraid of?" An old and hoarse voice sounded, and a skinny face was exposed under the dirty hair. The man moved his neck and hooked his hands towards Zhang Chi, "Come here, let me see."

Zhang Chi naturally refused to go there, but he couldn't help himself. The red light in the room flickered, and countless black shadows gathered behind Zhang Chi from the light. Finally, something pushed behind him, and Zhang Chi staggered and fell to his knees. over the man's bed.

"Eh? Why do I...uh!" Before Zhang Chi could react, his throat was grabbed by that old and thin hand. He obviously looked like a dying person, but the strength was astonishing , even picked up Zhang Chi, a half-grown boy, from the ground.

The person on the bed in front of Zhang Chi changed his posture and stopped meditating. He cleared his turbid throat and continued: "If I remember correctly, you are the little doll of Zhang's family. Come to me, are you looking for what?"

"Bastard! Cough, cough, it's... you? Give me back my sister... uh!" Zhang Chi kept kicking his legs in the air, but no matter how much he made trouble, he still couldn't hurt the person in front of him in the slightest. "You...you are old!"

He recognized the person in front of him as the old Taoist who had been to the house. Although he only met once, Zhang Chi remembered this face and the voice.

"Old Daoist? Heh." The old Daoist's expression darkened in an instant, "It's not up to you, a brat like you, to jump to conclusions about my life and death, but you, the things you wear are interesting, aren't you?"

He freed one hand to lift the jade buckle on Zhang Chi's neck. It was the blood jade given to Zhang Chi by Wen Liang. The blood-red jade reflected the evil red light in the room, which was so clear that it was a little tempting.

"Where did you get this thing?" The old Taoist avoided Zhang Chi's grasping hand, grabbed the blood jade into his palm, and took a sip intoxicatedly, "I've been looking for this kind of blood for a long time, boys and girls What is my innate essence, as long as I use this blood as a guide, my medicine pill will definitely succeed!"

This old man was like a jackal who smelled blood, and was excited for a long time. Thanks to his distraction, the hand that restricted Zhang Chi's freedom was also a little weaker.

Zhang Chi saw the right opportunity, drew a half arc in the air with his legs, and then kicked the old man's waist, and he kicked himself out with this strength.

He staggered to the ground, and he didn't bother to think about it. He only remembered what Xie Jin said to him before parting: run, and you must run if you encounter danger!

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