The order of the underworld collapses?

The messenger of the underworld was slaughtered as a pig or a dog?

Hei Wuchang became someone else's pawn. All of this was done by the woman in green who I saw on the underworld?

These……

Is it true?

"Who is she?"

I almost yelled and asked this sentence, and I felt a sense of fear in my heart. I didn't even know why I felt this kind of fear and panic in my heart.

It’s not because I’m afraid that the mysterious woman can overturn the order of the underworld, but because I’m afraid that the mysterious woman will be involved with me or my mother as I guessed in my heart.

My mother's identity has always been a mystery. With the various situations I encountered and the information I learned before, I will inevitably think too much.

The pain on Hei Wuchang's face became even stronger, and his strong body trembled even harder, as if he was roaring with all his might: "Find Bai Wuchang, only by finding her can I return to the underworld... Only by finding her can I Go back to the original source...ah!"

After he said this intermittently, he seemed to be unable to bear the pain anymore, and the mourning stick in his hand suddenly slammed his head.

With a bang, Hei Wuchang's figure turned into a faint light and instantly penetrated into the huge white flower bud.

I was anxious and shouted, "Bastard, tell me who that woman is!"

What responded to me was the huge white petals waving up, just like the last time, and directly slapped me out of the 'little black room'.

I woke up slowly, covered my face and grinned, sitting up from the sofa, a little dizzy.

Damn, this slap was a bit heavy!

I took a look at the time on my phone, and it was past two o'clock in the morning.

Because of this dream, I was no longer sleepy anymore. I walked into the bathroom and looked at the mirror on the washbasin with signs of redness and swollen cheeks. I looked at my eyes in the mirror with bloodshot eyes. I didn't know if I was crying. After all, it was still caused by anger, I washed my face a few times.

"No, it can't be my mother, she has no reason to do so!"

I murmured, "But that woman in blue must have a lot to do with her mother... Could it be that she is like my cheap aunt and one of my mother's sisters?"

My heart was very confused and irritable. The words of black impermanence in my dream subverted some things in my heart and added more doubts and problems to my heart.

I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time. I showed my indifference and violent appearance in the mirror. I was like a spectator who was out of the matter, quietly watching me in the mirror constantly changing look.

At about three o'clock in the morning, I left the room.

After walking out of the room, I put on a weird mask, held a mourning stick wrapped in white cloth, and took a cigarette in my mouth and walked towards the stairs.

In the dark corridor, there were many strange figures running around the walls and ceiling, all looking at me with green eyes, revealing fear and fear without any concealment. Wherever I go, I hide. The strange figures quickly dispersed, as if they were avoiding snakes and scorpions.

This time, it was the first time I was awake and walked in the apartment building wearing a weird mask and carrying a mourning stick at night. It felt a bit amazing.

Originally I just wanted to get some breath, but the moment I walked out of the room, the weird facial mask and a mourner appeared in my hands, and the plan that made me want to get some breath also changed...

Anyway, I can't sleep anymore, so I'd just go and visit my neighbors on the eighth floor!

As for whether such an evening would disturb others' rest, this kind of thing is not within my consideration.

When I walked to the stairs and stepped onto the steps leading to the eighth floor, a strong storm blew down from above. In the howling storm, countless ghosts and wolves howling sounded, and there were also many green-faced and fangs.

The evil ghost figure appeared from the Yin wind and rushed towards me frantically.

I frowned slightly, hesitated for a while, ignored it, and continued to climb the steps.

A more shrilling sound of ghost crying came from around him. The phantoms of the evil ghosts with green faces and fangs kept changing. Some turned into Xu Cancan's figures, some turned into Han Ya's figures, and some turned into Tang Liu and others.

The figures are all the people I am most familiar with, crying and accusing, and biting my whole body at the same time.

A sting of pain appeared from my body. I saw the flesh and blood on my body separate one by one, and saw the white bones constantly revealing my body.

Although it was very real, I knew in my heart that all this was an illusion, so I ignored it. I endured the double sting of the soul and body, and continued to slowly move up the steps.

My behavior seems to stimulate some existences upstairs.

A burst of roar came from the upper floor, and the apartment building trembled slightly. The phantoms of evil ghosts that kept biting around me also changed their appearance, becoming my grandfather's appearance, and also my parents' appearance.

appearance.

Damn, this makes me a little unbearable!

As I snorted coldly, the mourning stick in my hand began to waving, and afterimages transformed. While the mourning stick was waving, the strange whimpering sounds that appeared during the waving process directly suppressed the ghost crying sounds and tore them to pieces.

The cold wind blowing violently towards me and the shadow of the evil ghosts.

From the distance from the seventh floor to the eighth floor, I walked for nearly ten minutes. The mourning stick had torn apart the phantoms of the evil ghosts, and a faint black mist filled the mourning stick, as if it was

The remains of those evil ghost figures were like a big guy among the torture sticks who was almost thrilled to wake up.

If Hei Wuchang woke up at this time and came out of the mourning stick, I don’t know what kind of scene would happen. My intuition told me that if that happens, the apartment building will become

Very lively.

It was not until I climbed to the eighth floor that the shadows of the yin wind and evil ghosts completely disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.

Looking at the mourning stick in my hand, I felt a little regretful. If Hei Wuchang could come out to help, maybe the process of "visiting" the neighbors on the eighth floor next time would be easier!

There seemed to be something hidden in the dark eighth floor corridor. It was not the weird figure I had seen before, but more like something with tentacles. I just stepped on this one.

When I was in the middle of my eyes, I saw a tentacle that quickly retracted into the darkness. The thing looked familiar, and I couldn't remember what I had seen it at for a moment.

No one lives in 801. When I came to the door of 802 and was about to knock on the door, I suddenly turned around and grabbed the darkness behind me. A slippery tentacle was firmly grasped by me.


Chapter completed!