Wang Houting was stunned for a moment, and didn't bother to think too much. He raised his hand and threw out the cinnabar pen in his hand. Qin Lang caught it, and ran and drew something in his palm.

Wang Houting used all the energy to feed himself, but he still couldn't get rid of the skeleton behind him. He couldn't even run away from Qin Lang who was drawing talismans while running.

The black bone skeleton had already rushed behind him, raised a five-foot-long machete, and slashed hard at Wang Houting's neck.

When Wang Houting heard the sound of the blade breaking through the air, he felt a wind coming from behind his neck. He realized what was going on. For a moment, his soul was scattered and my life was over! His feet were soft and his body fell down.

Qin Lang had already stopped and turned around, raised his left hand and shouted: "Stay!"

At this moment, he had already drawn a talisman with Wang Houting's cinnabar stroke. Wang Houting stretched his hands forward and opened his mouth to the maximum. He was frozen in place without even making a scream. He greeted Qin Lang's eighteen generations of ancestors again in his heart. What are you going to do? He also thought that I was not dying fast enough.

Qin Lang reacted quickly enough and found that he had set the wrong target. Then he shouted at the black skeleton with his palm: "Constant!"

The machete was only half an inch away from Wang Houting's neck, and the momentum of chopping and slaughtering came to an abrupt end.

At the critical moment, the black bone skeleton was successfully stopped by Qin Lang.

Wang Houting immediately burst into cold sweat. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the sharp blade, and his eyes were stinged by the forced cold light.

Qin Lang fixed the black bone skeleton, and the two white bone skeletons slashed at him from left and right. Qin Lang jumped on the spot and flew into the air at a height of three meters. Since he turned into a skeleton, his jumping power has increased amazingly.

Qin Lang was in the air and aimed the talisman of his left palm at the white bone skeleton below. After the two skeletons failed to attack, he raised his head to look for Qin Lang's figure and happened to see the cinnabar painted in bright red.

"Certainly!"

Qin Lang fixed the two white bones, and he found that even in the painting realm, the power of the talisman he drew did not decrease at all.

He steadily landed and clapped his hands, came to Wang Houting, who was standing straight there at a forty-five degrees angle between his body and the ground, and sighed: "Wang Houting, your life is so great."

Wang Houting remained motionless, could hear but not speak, and understood his sentence as sarcasm.

Qin Lang hugged Wang Houting and dragged him aside, letting him lie on the riverbed. Wang Houting saw that his neck was finally away from the blade, so he felt a little relieved. At least he wouldn't die now. He didn't expect that this skeleton in human skin would use the fixed spell and use it so well.

Suddenly, his butt hurt violently. It was obvious that Qin Lang stabbed him hard with something. Wang Houting was creepy. Did he get out of the wolf pack and go into the tiger's mouth again? What did this damn undead want to do to him? He was suffering from a destiny curse and lay on the riverbed in this awkward position. He realized a terrible reality that Qin Lang could do whatever he wanted to do to him.

Qin Lang just poked Wang Houting's perky butt with a bone pen. He could only be sorry for this guy at a critical moment. The bone pen must be activated with the blood of a living person. Looking around, only Wang Houting is a living person.

After absorbing Wang Houting's blood, the tip of the pen really emitted a light blue light. It seemed that the amount of blood absorbed was not enough. Qin Lang raised the white bone pen and shone it on Wang Houting's butt and tugged it again. This time it was pierced deeper. Wang Houting's instinctive defensive reaction tightened his anus.

Physical pain is second to the point. The greatest pain in life is inner humiliation, especially a arrogant straight man like Wang Houting, whose nose is sore and he cannot suppress the tears of humiliation. Men will not shed tears easily, but they are not sad.

I was wrong twice, but it was only three things.

He guessed what would happen next, but he couldn't see it when facing the loess. If he was given a chance to choose, he would rather die!

The light on the tip of the pen became much brighter. Qin Lang stood up and came to the black bone skeleton, and pointed it in its eye socket with the white bone pen. The black bone skeleton's respectful voice sounded: "Lord, I am willing to go through fire and water for the lord, crush you to pieces and die before you die."

Qin Lang then controlled two more white bone skeletons, put away the white bone pen, and then lifted the immobilization state for the three of them. Without knowing that there were enemies around him, he had to use the white bone pen to control as much power as possible as possible.

At this time, another white bone skeleton rushed over to respond. Before Qin Lang gave the order, the black bone skeleton rushed towards the skeleton. Before the white bone skeleton could figure out the situation, the black bone skeleton raised a machete and slashed it on its cervical spine. It broke one and two pieces. The white skeleton flew out and fell on the riverbed. It rolled in front of Wang Houting, hit Wang Houting's forehead, and had an intimate contact with him.

Hearing the footsteps around him, Wang Houting inferred that the skeleton had recovered its ability to move freely, and was both worried and afraid. Qin Lang's immobilization curse seemed useless, but he just kept it, so the skeleton could still move freely.

While waiting for death, Qin Lang was slapped heavily on his butt. The pain in the wound that had just been pierced has worsened, but his body felt a little relaxed, and Qin Lang relieved his immobilization.

Wang Houting turned around and saw Qin Lang and three skeletons surrounding him. He was so scared that he moved back a few steps with his hands on the ground. His butt rubbed against the cracked riverbed and became more and more painful. He looked at Qin Lang and shouted angrily: "Monster, you are indeed a group of people. You can kill them, but not humiliate them." Even if you die this time, you will have to die upright, and you can't expose your butt.

Qin Lang said: "You are right. We are indeed in the same group. If you really want to kill you, you can still survive until now?" He originally suspected that everything was arranged by Wang Houting.

Wang Houting was not stupid either. When he recalled what had just happened, it seemed that this guy really saved him, otherwise his head would have been cut off by the black bone skeleton. He just didn't understand why the three skeletons who were chasing them had suddenly obeyed Qin Lang? I wonder what magic this guy used?

Qin Lang stretched out his hand to Wang Houting. Wang Houting hesitated for a moment, but grabbed his hand and stood up. His hands were so cold and his butt hurt. Which turtle grandson stabbed my butt just now?

Qin Lang said: "Explanation, why did you come into the mural?"

Wang Houting sighed and said, "There must be a master-level figure in the fifth-grade mountain and river realm who left this skeleton painting array." While speaking, he couldn't help but look at Qin Lang. As early as when Guiyundu, he realized that Qin Lang was a skeleton wearing armor barriers. He thought that Qin Lang was related to the bloody tragedy of Wangjia Village, so he followed him all the way.

He wanted to set up a plan to eliminate monsters in Baili Xueyuan, but he didn't expect that he would mistakenly enter the skeleton drawing array in the ancestral hall.

Qin Lang said: "I have a companion in, too." He looked around and still couldn't see the shadow of the White Jade Palace.

Wang Houting said: "You should have entered the bedroom through the curtain embroidered with the generals and the ministers. We are in the third painting. She should have entered the mural through the ministers. It is probably at the entrance of the village, which is the first painting. The entrance is actually the exit."

Qin Lang said: "The painting that is slaughtering villagers?"

Wang Houting nodded with a serious face. Since Baiyu Palace and Qin Lang went to different places, they were likely to enter the first mural.

Qin Lang said: "Do you know how to find her?"

Wang Houting said: "In fact, these three murals depict the scene of the night when Wangjia Village was slaughtered."

Qin Lang said: "You are here too?"

Wang Houting shook his head. If he were there, he might have avoided this tragedy. This thought flashed through his mind. Seeing the three skeletons standing beside him, in fact, even if he was there, it would not have changed anything. If Qin Lang hadn't used magic to fix them, he would have died at this moment.

"Aren't you a painter in the third grade finishing touch?" Qin Lang's implication was that Wang Houting's level was inconsistent with the strength he showed.

Wang Houting smiled bitterly and said, "This is in the painting scene of others. The most taboo thing for our painting school is to be trapped in the painting scene by others. The one who leaves this skeleton array must be the master of the fifth-grade mountain and river realm. Maybe the realm is higher, and the master may be possible."

Qin Lang understood his sentence as giving on his face, such a bullshit master painting system. He was a third-grade painter who was trapped by someone else's skeleton painting array and felt embarrassed, so he tried his best to exaggerate the ability of the layouter. The subtext is - Look, he has such great ability, and I am not ashamed to be trapped.

Qin Lang reminded him: "Are we looking for someone?"

Wang Houting then said: "Go here."

The two returned to the bridge deck, and three skeletons followed them honestly. Wang Houting was still a little worried. He turned around to look at them from time to time, fearing that they would suddenly launch an attack from behind. After all, they were all inhuman cold-blooded skeletons. Qin Lang had confidence in himself and had more confidence in the White Bone Pen.
Chapter completed!