Bai Yugong was furious because of this sudden change and screamed, and hurriedly shook away the cold big hand, but the headless corpse held her left hand tightly with her backhand.

Bai Yugong pulled out a short knife from his waist and slashed hard on the right wrist of the corpse. No matter whether he is a human or a ghost, whether he is a dead or a living, if he dares to grab my hand, I will cut off your hand.

This short knife was obtained from the killer Gao Hanyang, and it was indeed a good knife. With a flash of light, the headless corpse's right hand was cut off with its wrist. It had no pain, and its pale and cold left hand grabbed Bai Yugong's hair bun.

Bai Yugong's scalp was so painful that it was pulled. The left hand of the headless corpse happened to fall on the Qingyu Hairpin. The Qingyu Hairpin sensed it. The hairpin emitted a green light, which erupted from the fingers of the corpse. When the corpse grabbed Bai Yugong's hair with force, the green light swelled.

A large amount of white smoke came out from the part of the headless corpse when it touched the green jade hairpin. The green light pierced into its palm like a steel needle, making it burst into pieces. It hurriedly took its hand back. The Baiyu Palace was finally able to get rid of its entanglement, pulled off the corpse's right hand and threw it on the ground, aiming at its chest and stabbed it hard.

The short knife was inserted deep until the last handle, but the headless corpse did not feel any feeling. Instead, it did not retreat, but instead spread its arms to try to hug Baiyu Palace. Baiyu Palace raised its foot and kicked it on the ground, pulled the knife out, and hurriedly took a few steps back to widen the distance from the corpse.

The heel tripped by something and almost fell. Baiyu Palace looked down with the burning flames of haystacks, but saw that what tripped him was a broken stone tablet, covered with red blood, and the inscription on the monument was engraved with three big characters

——Wangjia Village.

Bai Yugong took a breath of air. In front of her was the scene in the first mural she had just seen. She looked around and couldn't see Qin Lang's figure. She clearly remembered that she had just opened the curtain and walked into the bedroom with Qin Lang, and remembered different big words on the two curtains.

Take the general!

Enter the picture!

She and Qin Lang each lifted a curtain, and their different choices decided that they had entered different painting environments.

The headless corpse on the ground slowly sat up again, and cries came from afar. In the firelight, more than a dozen figures were running desperately. Behind the group of people, dozens of skeletons holding weapons were chasing them, and a cold-blooded killing was happening.

The scene seen on the mural was actually happening in front of her. Bai Yu Palace stabilized her mood and pulled out the green jade hairpin. The green jade hairpin emitted a green light. She bent down, took herself as the center of the circle, and drew a circle around her with the green jade hairpin, and recited in a low voice: "People come to separate heavy paper, ghosts come to separate mountains, thousands of evils cannot be used, and thousands of evils cannot be used, Taiyi Tianzun, hurry up and as the order of the law."

A green aperture with a diameter of about six feet is formed at her feet. Before clarifying the situation, Baiyu Palace chose to attack with defense. Setbacks can indeed make people grow rapidly. There are many enemies and we are few. We should not attack blindly. Before clarifying the situation, we must focus on self-protection.

Qin Lang lifted the curtain embroidered by the general and walked into the bedroom. He saw the moonlight - the fifteenth moonlight. A pale full moon hung in the dark blue night sky, and the moonlight quietly fell on the bluestone slabs on the bridge deck.

The surface of the bluestone is covered with a layer of damp water vapor, but the reflection does not become softer, but it presents a different kind of gloom.

But in reality, it should be a crescent moon tonight, with strong winds flying over a hundred miles of snow fields, and reeds flying around, covering the sky and the sun, and you can’t see the stars or the moon.

At the highest point of the arch bridge was a black skeleton. It held a huge machete in its hand, and the machete was covered with red blood. When Qin Lang saw it, the blood was dripping down and falling on the bluestone bridge deck, like blooming red plums.

Although the angles are different, the professionally refined eyes can tell at the first time that the third mural he just saw is exactly the third mural he saw. I still clearly remember that there are three skeletons on the bridge deck, and Wang Houting is hiding under the bridge hole of the arch bridge.

But there is only one on the bridge. While looking for the other two skeletons, two white bone skeletons appeared at the top of the arch bridge almost at the same time. They also discovered Qin Lang at the same time, and after a brief hesitation, they chased Qin Lang.

Qin Lang immediately took out his white bone pen and tried to remotely control the skeletons through the white bone pen, but found that the tip of the white bone pen was dull and had completely turned white. Qin Lang was stunned. He clearly remembered that it should be dark blue. Did the white bone pen lose its due effect in the scroll?

The three white bone skeletons were already sprinting at full speed, deeming this strange intruder the first target to be killed.

Of course, Qin Lang would not sit and wait for death. He crossed the bridge railing and jumped into the dry riverbed. He clearly remembered the scene of the third mural. These three skeletons were originally searching for Wang Houting, and their appearance diverted their attention.

Qin Lang didn't want to be someone else's scapegoat, so he jumped into the dry riverbed and immediately saw Wang Houting hiding under the bridge hole. It was not surprising that he had seen his hiding place outside the mural just now.

Wang Houting also saw Qin Lang and waved his hand desperately, meaning that you don’t come over, I’ll hide here first, you can find another place to stay, and you have to come first and then come in everything.

Qin Lang could see clearly and knew what Wang Houting meant, but he still ran down the bridge hole. As a result, the attention of the three skeletons was attracted, and Wang Houting was originally hidden well under the bridge hole was naturally exposed.

Wang Houting cursed in his heart that the despicable and shameless villain actually pulled me into the water. The brush in his hand dared not stop and kept drawing on the paper. At this time, Qin Lang had already drilled into the bridge hole and looked at the paper with the moonlight slanted in. He found that Wang Houting had painted more than ten lively mice on the paper.

The three skeletons that were chasing relentlessly were less than five feet away from the bridge hole.

Wang Houting shook the scroll outward, and more than ten mice jumped out of the scroll and rushed towards the three skeletons along the riverbed.

Wang Houting pulled out another scroll from behind and changed to a cinnabar pen. This time he drew a red snake.

Qin Lang, who was standing behind him and watching, couldn't help but say, "Don't you draw a tiger?" At this time, shouldn't you get a ferocious beast with strong combat power to help?

Wang Houting had no time to pay attention to him and could draw, but unfortunately he was only in the third grade and second grade level at present. His ability was still unable to make the tiger rush out of the picture alive.

More than a dozen mice rushed towards three skeletons, some chewing their toes, and some climbed up along the leg bones and drilled into their eye sockets. Among them, the black skeletons had the hardest bones and the most sensitive reaction. They stepped on a mouse with their claws and feet, and pulled out the mouse that had penetrated its eye sockets, opened its big mouth and bit off the mouse's head, and blood dripped between their teeth.

The two white bone skeletons were not that powerful. Their toes were gnawed by rats in a blink of an eye. The two skeletons slashed their swords and fought fiercely with the rats.

Wang Houting was calm in the face of danger and took advantage of this time to quickly draw six long blood-red snakes with cinnabar pen, shaking the scroll with both hands, and six red chain snakes painted with a thread to attack the skeleton.

Seeing that Qin Lang was in a bad situation, he had already escaped from a distance. Wang Houting silently greeted Qin Lang's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, but he also realized that Qin Lang and the skeletons were not accomplices, after all, even Qin Lang was chasing them together.

The painter of the third-grade finishing touch did not show his overly powerful ability, and the red chain snake and mouse he drew did not play much barrier role. In a short while, he was killed by three skeletons.

The black bone skeleton took the lead and led two white bone skeletons to surround Wang Houting.

Wang Houting had no time to paint. He carried the scroll used to paint, held a pen in his hand, fled in a hurry, looking at Qin Lang's back, and felt extremely annoyed. If this guy hadn't jumped down and exposed his hiding place, he might have drawn more creatures to fight against skeletons.
Chapter completed!