The flame of the oil lamp faintly jumped up half a foot, trembling like a poisonous snake's letter, and moved towards the corpse.

Xie Bangui stretched out his finger and touched the flame. Not only did he not feel the burning pain of the fire on his hand, but he felt a biting chill. The flame seemed to ignore Xie Bangui's intention. It circled around his finger and rushed towards the head of the corpse.

, drilled in along his nostril.

The corpse suddenly twitched, bounced off the stool under it, stood up straight, turned its head and stared at Xie Bangui and said hoarsely: "Don't mind your own business."

Xie Bangui smiled faintly, then suddenly grabbed the corpse's neck, suddenly waved his hand, pushed his face up onto the table and shouted sternly: "Lock his Dantian!"

Fatty Gao took out six ground-locking nails with both hands and punched them several times, nailing them in a circle around the corpse's Dantian.

Xie Bangui slowly let go of his hand and sat down calmly.

The belly of the corpse suddenly swelled up, like a ball that had been blown up. After a while, countless winding blood lines burst out from the belly button, and a ferocious face also swelled on the belly of the corpse.

He stood up and sneered at Xie Bangui.

Suddenly, the six ground-locking nails resonated at the same time, and the grimace seemed to have been severely injured, with expressions of pain, anger, surprise, and fear slowly shrinking back. Immediately afterwards, the belly of the corpse rose and fell several times in succession, each time

They all swelled up suddenly and then retracted back to their original position, like a frightened wild horse running rampant in the belly of a corpse.

Xie Bangui said coldly: "I advise you not to exert any effort. Those six nails are magical weapons specially used to lock souls. If you are locked by them, you will not be able to escape with your little skills."

From the belly of the corpse, a hoarse voice came out: "Let me out. You are provoking the ghosts of Black Town by doing this, and you will not die well."

Xie Bangui said calmly: "I originally wanted to ask him something, but you killed him. Should I answer a few questions on his behalf?"

"What do you want to ask?" The voice was obviously suppressing anger.

"What are the twelve evils in Black Town?"

"You can't talk about the evil things in Black Town, whether it's people or ghosts." The voice said with a somewhat cold smile: "People say people die, ghosts say ghosts die. You should change it!"

"If you don't tell me, the game will be over now..." Xie Bangui's pupils suddenly shrank and he said sternly: "Quickly retreat!"

Before Fatty Gao had taken a few steps back, he heard a loud bang, and the corpse's Dantian was blown to pieces. Six ground-locking nails flew out in different directions, one of which hit the wall behind him several inches close to the Fatty's face.

If the nails hadn't been flying around aimlessly, the fat man without the protection of Gang Qi would definitely have been nailed through his skull by his hidden weapon and died a violent death.

Looking at the corpse, it was blown to pieces from the chest down to the waist. It had been broken into two parts. The upper half was still lying on the table, but the lower body had been thrown to the corner. The bright red meat was sprayed on the ceiling.

The ground is everywhere.

Fatty Gao wiped his cold sweat and said, "Why did he explode?"

"He can't do it even if he doesn't want to!" The half-cut corpse on the table stood up with his hands on his body, and said in a cold female voice: "Ghosts in the dark town can kill and be killed, but they can't do it casually.

You can’t even think about it when talking about Black Town.”

Xie Bangui's eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "Can you really live forever if you stay in Black Town for three years?"

"You can definitely survive!" the woman said in a disdainful tone: "However, it also depends on whether you have the ability and luck to survive for three years."

As soon as she finished speaking, the half corpse loosened its hands and fell from the table. Its head landed just in front of Xie Bangui's feet. It seemed that the ghost attached to the corpse had quietly moved away.

The explosion just now really scared many people. The servants of the Wang family pushed open the door and stuck their heads out to see what was going on. When they saw Xie Bangui and Fatty covered in blood, they quickly shrank their heads and retreated.

Went back.

Xie Bangui waved his hand at a person who was slow to hide, and got into the house without looking back. The man was startled by Xie Bangui, and he cursed: "You must be crazy if you get it and lose it.

Why don't you wave if you have nothing to do? Hey, why can't the door be closed?"

His door seemed to be blocked by something, and it could not be closed tightly no matter how hard it was closed. The man looked at the foot of the door out of habit. The bottom of the door was closed tightly, and the gap became wider as he went up. Wait.

When he looked up at the top of the door, he saw two hands pressing one on the left and one on the right, with eight fingers caught in the crack of the door. No wonder he couldn't close the door.

"Ah..." The man desperately pulled the doorknob and pulled it in, but the door was opened bit by bit from the outside. A figure who was not sure how taller the door was came out from the open door.

It was reflected in the door.

"Hurry... quickly take the knife and chop off those hands." The man was already crying, and the two servants in the room were also panicking. It took a long time to move over with the knife, and said tremblingly:

"Boss Zhao, where should I cut?"

Mr. Zhao yelled at the top of his lungs: "You are blind! Look at the door frame with your hand! Hurry, chop it off if you want to survive!"

"Yes..." The two servants closed their eyes and slashed with their swords.

"ah--"

Mr. Zhao screamed and fell into the room. Eight of his fingers were chopped off close to his palm, and blood gushed out from his bare hand.

"Boss Zhao, I didn't mean to chop you. What I chopped was the top of the door..." A servant turned pale with fright, and the steel knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Bang!" After the door was fully opened, it was slammed shut again.

Head Zhao, who was facing the door, saw a white shadow rushing in from outside the door and then disappeared before his eyes. He was so frightened that he almost forgot about the pain and shouted like crazy: "Run, run!"

As soon as a servant pulled out his leg, the knife he dropped on the ground automatically bounced up and cut into his ankle three inches from the ground. As soon as the hamstring was severed, the man could no longer stand still and fell face down.

Before he could hit the ground, the steel knife that had cut off his hamstring moved upwards to the bottom of his neck as if it was being held by someone.

It wasn't that he couldn't see the knife under his neck, but he couldn't control the momentum of his fall. He fell onto the upturned blade before his eyes, and his head fell to the ground with a grunt and rolled a few feet away.

At this moment, another servant who was alive had already rushed to the door. Before he could open the door, the steel knife was placed under his neck. He felt a chill under his neck. He instinctively lowered his head and clamped the blade, which was three feet long.

The steel knife was drawn slowly from right to left at the right time. Blood flowed down his front. From the position of Chief Zhao, it looked like he was being raped with his back to Chief Zhao.

Kill yourself with a knife.

"Help...help..."

Mr. Zhao desperately kicked the ground and retreated straight back. Within a few seconds, he was under the wall, and there was no way out.

Head Zhao, who had no retreat, saw the two steel knives flying up at the same time, the blades crossing each other, and reaching under his neck like scissors...

"Click——"
Chapter completed!