The secret room is very large and spacious.

The road is like a maze, complicated and intertwined.

He spun around as fast as he could, but Lin Hun turned back to where he was.

"Enya, where are you?"

Sometimes, Lin Hun clearly felt that Enya was within reach, but when he got there, he was nowhere to be seen and there was no news.

After turning around again, Lin Hun returned to the same place again. This was the first time he encountered this kind of passivity. But this time he was more cautious and recorded his whereabouts carefully. This route was so familiar.

The six-pointed star shape was very familiar to Lin Huan. He looked at the maze again and found that everything here was so familiar.

Weide Mountain, Twelve Natural Gates.

Counting, there are twelve exits in this maze, but no matter which exit leads to the iron door on the ground.

Hehe, if it is exactly the shape of the twelve natural door openings in Weide Mountain, it will be easy to handle.

Holding the katana upside down, Lin Hun did not walk along the road, but walked towards the center of the maze without hesitation.

After walking a few steps, he encountered a wall. He raised his knife and dropped the knife. The wall was split open like nothing, and then closed again like running water.

Illusion, all of this is an illusion created by machine fusion.

Lin Hun simply closed his eyes, used the katana as a crutch for the blind, and put it in front of him to explore the way.

After passing through countless illusory walls, Lin Huan suddenly lost his footing and fell from the steps.

Fortunately, Lin Huan reacted quickly. He made a virtual tower with his left foot, did a sideways backflip, and stood firmly on the steps.

Until here, Lin Hun sensed Enya's aura. Following this aura, Lin Hun quietly moved forward. If Enya was captured, he must rescue her as quickly as possible.

Turning a corner, Lin Hun found a strong man standing in a strange posture with his head held high. Judging from Lin Hun's professional assassination point of view, this strong man seemed to be holding a person with his left hand and strangling him with his right hand.

neck.

It's a pity that this man just stood there, motionless.

No matter who it is, this person always blocks his own way here.

Lin Hun tiptoed to touch the man's back, stretched his left arm forward and covered the man's mouth, but the long samurai sword passed under the man's ribs and stabbed diagonally into the strong man's lungs.

After doing all this in lightning speed, Lin Huntai felt something was wrong. This big man was obviously dead, but he still didn't fall down. Moreover, his arm touched the slightest bit of softness.

After knocking the strong man backward, Lin Hun realized that the person holding the strong man's arm was not Enya, but who was it?

It turns out that this guy has been hypnotized by Enya, no wonder the assassination went so smoothly.

When Enya was rescued, the little girl started to roll her eyes. Lin Huan looked at the time, it was just past six o'clock.

It turned out that when Lin Hun was fighting, a ninja discovered him. Enya saw what the ninja was thinking and jumped directly into the secret room.

Looking behind her, she saw that the ninja was not chasing her. There seemed to be an evil force summoning her in the secret room, so Enya went straight to the place where the induction was coming.

Enya originally wanted to hypnotize the strong man guarding him, but when the time came, she also fell into a deep sleep. Now it was Xianya who came out.

Seeing the shriveled Xian Ya, Lin Huan felt sincerely happy.

"You're a heartless bastard. You like to see my aunt and I make a fool of myself, right? Well, I'll make a fool of myself for you right now."

Just when Xianya showed those two cute little tiger fangs, Lin Hun jumped back and forced Xianya's provocative kick away.

"Humph, you will definitely not be so lucky next time."

After tidying up her clothes, Xianya ignored Lin Huan and walked through the narrow corridor until they came to a courtyard.

This courtyard is like the command hall on Weide Mountain, wide and empty. The only difference is that it is dark and depressing inside.

With the help of the weak firelight, Lin Hun saw a crowd of men in black kneeling here. Needless to say, these people were all zombies. But these zombies gave Lin Hun a sense of danger.

In front of the zombie group, there is a row of altars.

Xianya, who was riding on Lin Hun's neck, described the appearance of the altar.

Lying on each altar was a shriveled man, who looked like a zombie. Next to the zombie lay a bright saber, the royal chrysanthemum mark, exuding a bit of cold air in the dim firelight.

In front of the altar, there are two great gods in kimonos, holding big bamboo fans and dancing in circles on the altar.

A dark African wizard, with various patterns painted on his face, was sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, and concentrating. Otsuzu Yoshiko was standing next to the wizard, looking lovingly at the man who was tied to the altar and struggling.

Zombies.

Behind Yoshiko Otsuzu, stood a middle-aged man wearing a large green open coat, with a Beatles haircut and black velvet bottoms. He was still the classic dress of Chinese people in the 1970s. Needless to say, this man

It was the dead Tang Long.

I don't know what means Otsuzu Yoshiko used to make Tang Long so powerful that he could use his fingers like an arm. Just by standing there, the cold breath could penetrate the entire secret room.

It is easy to see that these zombies below have a natural fear of Tang Long. Although the bodies of these zombies are also wrapped with metal wires, under the suppression of Tang Long's powerful momentum, the zombies just kneel down respectfully.

I didn't dare to panic at all.

"It's dark, let's get started."

Following Yoshiko Otsuzu's order, the wizard began to mutter something.

"There is a ghost."

Xianya lay down, leaned on Lin Huan's ear, and whispered.

"What the hell?"

Although he was relatively tall, Lin Hun still looked up at the altar eagerly, wishing he could see through the bereaved group.

"The sword next to Shiro Ishii has a ghostly energy coming out of it."

These words shocked Lin Huan. Could it be that the legend of resurrecting a dead body was true?

African witchcraft is the best on earth. It seems that the African witches invited by Yoshiko Otsuzu are not unworthy of their reputation.

I saw Shiro Ishii's body slowly calming down, and now even Lin Hun could clearly see that there was a thin layer of black mist floating above the body.

With the appearance of black mist, the temperature of the entire secret room dropped suddenly, and the flickering fire seemed to be extinguished at any time. Those mindless zombies were once again pressured, ready to move, and wanted to escape.

After a long time, the zombie let out a long moan and sat up suddenly from the altar. A pair of dull eyes looked around, full of alertness.

"Shiro, you are finally back."

Yoshiko Otsuzu was the most excited. Like a little girl, she rushed over and held the zombie's hand.

The zombie seemed a little uncomfortable and wanted to throw his hand away. With great force, he pulled Yoshiko Otsuzu to stagger.

Otsuzu Yoshiko's cry made Tang Long behind her very dissatisfied. He dodged and rushed in front of the zombie, grabbed the zombie's neck with one hand, and raised it directly.

"Tang Long, let go quickly, you are not allowed to hurt Shiro."

This scolding sounded to Lin Hun like an owner scolding his pet dog. Treating a hero like this was an insult to the Chinese people.

Tang Long was very dissatisfied and threw the zombie on the altar.

With this fall, the zombie woke up, got up, imitated the appearance of a zombie, and knelt down respectfully in front of Yoshiko Otsuzu.

"No, Shiro, how could you do this?"

Yoshiko Otsuzu let out a roar like a wild animal.
Chapter completed!