One hand reached out from the bottom of the bed, and Lan Min gently lifted up the hanging red sheets and looked at everything happening outside.

Boom, boom, boom...

The bamboo floor was shaking constantly, and the statues were fighting evil spirits.

Lan Min was a bystander of this fight. He saw the curse mark carved on the statue's body emitting wisps of black smoke as if it was being burned, turning into ashes and falling on the floor, corroding the floor into pits. Finally, the ashes turned into

There were dead snakes, their bodies twisted in weird ways, and their triangular snake heads were all pointed in the direction of Lan Mo as if obsessively.

【As long as you kill it, the mistake can be made up for】

Seizing a gap in the evil ghost's mind, the statue suddenly opened the window. The bright and bright sunshine poured in at noon. The evil ghost obviously could not condense its body during the day, but under this brilliant light, the ghost energy that violently evaporated geometrically multiplied and combined the evil ghost and

The same formless air separates the borders.

The outline of an evil spirit appeared in the house.

Red spots quickly appeared on the back of Lan Min's hand holding the bed sheet. He pulled down the bed sheet to cover it from the sun and put the back of his hand on the ghost coffin to apply cold compress.

The evil ghost glanced sideways at Lan Min's position, and then stared at the statue. Its ghost energy was exaggeratedly dissolving, but the feeling it gave to the statue became more and more terrifying.

I don't know when, the trembling of the floor suddenly stopped. Lan Min raised his left hand that had been cold compressed for some time. The red spots on it still hadn't faded, and they were particularly conspicuous on the snow-white skin.

The room was unusually silent.

However, Lan Min did not receive any news about clearing the dungeon, indicating that the evil spirits were still lingering around him.

Lan Min hesitated a little through the layer of red cloth that was not too thick. He wanted to take a look, but was worried about the sunlight outside.

Click——

As if she knew what he was thinking, the window was closed.

The white-haired beauty came out from under the bed to see the final result of the fight caused by him and admire his spoils.

Lan Min's eyes were first attracted to the statue of the god in the center. He was kneeling on the ground. Half of the curse seals on his body were peeled off, revealing the wooden body inside. The golden eyes were lifeless and had no living characteristics at all. He seemed to be trapped in the temple at the same time.

and abandoned by believers.

"Is he... dead?"

Without answering, Lan Min looked sideways at the hair on her temples, which hung softly on her face.

It seems that closing the window for him is the limit of the evil spirit. It seems that it now doesn't even have the power to control the dark wind to blow his hair.

Lan Min stood there and waited for a while, but still did not answer. He lowered his eyes and covered the flash of smile in his eyes.

A lose-lose situation.

There was agitated dust floating in the air. Lan Min covered his mouth with his hand and coughed a few times. He pressed the eyeballs of the statue with his other hand. These mysterious and majestic golden eyes could no longer move and were lifeless.

Lan Min walked behind the statue.

"Um?"

The white-haired young man looked at the cracks on the back of the statue in confusion. From the moment the statue appeared in front of him, he had always seen the front of the statue. He couldn't tell for a moment whether this was the statue itself or whether it was injured by an evil spirit in the fight.

of.

"call……"

Familiar breathing sound. And it's in this room.

The tips of Lan Min's ears moved, and his eyes focused on the strange gap behind the statue. He could not mishear that the sound of breathing came from here.

"call……"

If the idol doesn't even have a beating heart, can it still breathe?

Lan Min looked around the room and took down a hook from the tent next to the wedding bed.

He held one end of the hook and inserted the hooked end into the gap.

As soon as he reached in, Lan Min encountered an obstacle. He adjusted his gestures to let the hook slide along the obstacle.

The barrier was smooth, pliable and elastic, which made Lan Min feel a little strange in her heart.

"Huh...huh..."

His breathing suddenly became rapid.

Lan Min's eyelashes trembled. The feeling from the hook was very much like a person's back.

There is a person hidden in the body of the statue.

Lan Min already had a guess about this person's identity, and the next thing to do was to confirm it.

Lan Min tried to use a hook to open the gap, but he overestimated his own strength and could only leave a shallow scratch on the body of the statue.

He looked at the scratch in frustration, looked at his hand again, and sighed softly.

The white-haired young man walked out of the house. After a while, he took a knife from the kitchen and then found a hammer.

"I don't want to do this, but unfortunately, my strength is too weak." Lan Min whispered to himself.

He lowered his head, pointed the knife in position, picked up the hammer with his other hand and raised it high.

At this time, a raised hand in the statue pinched the blade, and the hard scales on the hand scraped against the blade, making a harsh and unpleasant sound.

Lan Min threw away the tool and watched the two hands reaching out from the statue, pinching both sides of the gap and tearing it apart.

The statue cracked open with a crack.

Lan Min took a few steps back to leave enough space.

The people inside crawled out slowly and hard, their strong bodies covered in weird mucus, looking like a python crawling out of its shell.

The process of climbing out seemed to have consumed all his energy. After he came out, he heard Lan Min's voice and stretched out a hand to grab Lan Min and bring the white-haired young man closer. His movements were as slow as a dying patient.

Although he couldn't see where Lan Min was at all.

"Beishan." Seeing this, Lan Min gently called the name of the young man who had just climbed out of the statue.

Beishan was so exhausted that he couldn't even raise his head. All his energy was drained by the statue. When he heard Lan Min calling his name, he blinked his eyes slowly and said slowly, "Closer... closer..."

Lan Min took a step forward.

Snow-white ankles appeared in Beishan's sight, with black trousers on them.

Lan Min watched Bei Mian's hand rise, then fall weakly. He repeated this three times before raising it again.

If there are no accidents, we will encounter it this time.

One foot gently stepped on Beishan's raised hand, and pressed Beishan's hand down.

"No, your hands are a little dirty." The tone was still gentle, and even the force of stepping on it was gentle.

"I couldn't find you. It turns out you were hiding in the statue." Lan Min complained softly, with sadness and sadness in his eyebrows. "Why do you pretend you don't know me? Are you trying to scare me?"

The back of his hand was lightly crushed, but it didn't hurt and was strangely soothed. Beishan opened his mouth and explained: "No... no..."

"I... am... not... Him..."

No. Lan Min was not too surprised. He glanced at the broken statue. His body was torn into pieces. Only his head was intact. The eyes made of molten gold were facing him and Beishan.

"Is He dead?"

Beishan closed his eyes, "He...now...is just...a statue..."

It's just a statue now. Was it knocked offline by an evil spirit?
Chapter completed!