Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 32 Illusions
"It's raining heavily..."

Yan Lan swam a few meters away and looked up at the water.

The gloomy clouds are very low, and the pattern of raindrops can be vaguely seen. "Upstream."

"What about Dr. Fang? Don't you want to help?"

"What help?"

With the tip of Yan Lan's tongue on the palate, she curled her lips and said with a smile:
"It's so rare to see a beautiful woman, but she's still enthusiastic with a big tail. Let them hug each other for a while."

The transfer station was lit, and Fang Shu and Feng Xuanming who were warmly embraced by the "beauties" could be vaguely seen.

The tails of those beautiful fish were lifted up, the slender and intertwined intestines floated in the water, the kidneys were hung on half of the fish bones, and the fish scales were covered with black sticky matter.

After finally seeing the face, half of the eyeball suddenly fell out of the bone socket, and pierced it back with the crippled finger.

Zhang Wen: "..." Vomit.

This beauty is still too advanced.

"As long as the diving suit is not torn, it's fine," Yan Lan began to swim upstream, "avoid these evil spirits."

Zhang Wen nodded and followed up.

"Doctor Fang, what should we do?"

Feng Xuanming yelled in panic, and Fang Shu beside him said calmly: "Hang on, Sister Lan just asked us to make bait."

"Didn't you let us explore the way to the Dragon Palace?!"

"It's true that Sister Lan came here by herself. She won't use human life as a pathfinder."

Fang Shu was not surprised, looking up at the water:
"And you haven't seen the panorama of the amusement park. There is a lime suspension bridge on the reservoir, which is very close to the water surface, and it is the way for tourists on land to worship the temple.

"The reason why the surface is close to the water is to enjoy the performance of the Dragon Lady's Banquet of the Dragon God at close range on February [-] every year, and also for the actors to rest-this [-]-meter road is difficult to swim, but it is fast to run."

Feeling something grabbing his shoulder, Fang Shu lowered his head, and saw the "Dragon Girl" in front of him licking the glass of the mask with a snake-like tongue, leaving behind a large puddle of unknown mucus.

"..." It's really a bit disgusting.

"I haven't seen such a dragon girl before. It's almost like a water ghost."

Fang Shu took a deep breath, took out the scalpel that Yan Lan had returned, and cut Longnu's face from top to bottom with a wave of his hand!

"呲——!" The sticky juice sprayed all over the place, and it was not soluble in water at all.

The other dragon girls seemed to smell the stimulant, and they frantically rushed to bite their companion's wounds, forcing the wounds to become bigger.

Like a school of sardines encircling and entangled, only the blood in the water is left in a blink of an eye.

The weak dragon girl smelled the blood greedily and obsessively, grabbed the sticky fish scales and stuffed them into her mouth to chew.

"Fortunately, Sister Lan is allergic to seafood." Fang Shu pressed the back of the knife with his fingertips, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, "I basically don't need to see fish in the future."

"Doctor Fang, are these fish more vicious?"

Feng Xuanming swam a few times later, tremblingly looking at the school of fish whose eyes were red after eating meat, feeling ominous.

"If you don't kill them, you will be bitten through the diving suit if you are exhausted."

Fang Shu looked at the snake ring on his wrist, "And we are running out of time."

Feng Xuanming realized later, and looked at the countdown of the snake ring in astonishment:
"00:01:19"

……

Lei Ming brought a strong wind, and Yan Lan emerged from the water, watching the big raindrops melt into the deep water.

The Dragon Palace was right in front of us, the gilded roof was already colorless and pitch black, and the lightning rods on the eaves were crooked and damaged.

The black cloud is so close that it seems that you can touch it with your hand, and the lightning flashes and thunder follows closely.

"It's so dark! It's impossible to see the road around!"

Zhang Wen looked around, and her eyes suddenly lit up:
"Is there a hanging bridge on the other side of the water? There are still small colored lights on! I remembered, I used to come here to watch the Dragon Girl performance when I was young, and I even shook hands with the performers."

"Yes." Yan Lan nodded, swam towards the direction of the little lantern, and pulled Zhang Wen after landing.

The wind was so strong that people shivered from the cold.

Yan Lan threw away her diving mask, and touched her forehead with the back of her cold hand.

It's so hot, it must be a high fever.

She didn't take off the thin shirt because she was afraid that the scars and merit shackles would frighten Zhang Wen, and cut off the right sleeve of the wetsuit, but the wetsuit was permeable, and her back became sticky and swollen.

Most likely the wound was infected.

"Run to the Dragon Palace."

When Yanlan took a step, she grabbed the diving bag at her waist, which was shaking, and all the sacrifices she had collected were placed in it.

——Except for the last dragon heart bone incense.

"Doctor Fang and the others only have one minute left," Zhang Wen bit her lip, "Is there really no other way?"

[I've already killed Shen Xiari, what about the Holy Mother?]
[The above, isn’t this the moral compensation for us humans?If you do something bad, you must do something good, even if it’s just a word of mouth]
[Everyone was a living person before, and it’s only been a few years since Yin’s age has been put on the map. People don’t only have one emotion, and now they can’t threaten their own interests. Isn’t it normal to care about it? ]
[Most people wish to benefit directly from the death of their teammates, you group of moral police go online all day long]
[Gah, that's outrageous. Apart from spraying players, the bullet screen is also a debating competition. Can you have a tricky plot]
Yan Lan landed in front of the Dragon Palace, propped her hands on her knees to relieve dizziness, "Someone will take care of it."

[Who will care? 】Damp whisper low and hoarse.

Yan Lan was stunned, clenched her hands supporting her knees tightly, then slowly relaxed, and turned her head slightly to look to the right, facing the peeled face.

There are no facial features, only peeled flesh, the surface is pitted like tree roots protruding from the ground, and the knots are messy.

It was the face that emerged from Zhang Wen's forehead.

"After reading your damn scriptures, what do you want to say?"

The long hair fell down because of the movement, covering Yan Lan's cold eyes.

【Curious, cunning, fickle, arrogant, arrogant, rampant, which one is not you? 】

The mouth without indented lips opens and closes, and there is no tongue, but there are a few strands of flies swaying up and down in a line, and the voice is old:
【Do you really think you can do everything possible to ensure that they don't die? 】

"I can." Yan Lan said indifferently.

[Can you, what about the missing dragon bone incense? ! 】

The old man suddenly became angry, his whole body swelled and expanded, his neck was stretched three times, and sallow juice dripped from his face:
【Besides, Nalan's family has kept that evil spirit for so many years, just to get that kind of thing.How could such an important matter be unprepared?How do you make sure you get it? ! 】

"You're annoying."

Yan Lan pulled out the hairpin, pointed it at her temple indifferently, and pressed down hard until it hurt and swelled:

"I'm going to get you out of your head."

[Yaoer, don't get excited. 】

The hallucination in front of him lowered his voice to dissuade her, and a sticky black tentacle drilled out of the bone hole where the eyeball had been gouged out, and lightly pressed on Yan Lan's right arm to stop her.

The surface of the tentacles glows with a blurred and weird hue, like the hazy light of a red moon shining on it.

Wudiqian felt the evil spirit and shook wildly.

【I want to tell you that there is a way to get the best of both worlds. 】

Yan Lan tilted her head, her expression grumpy: "What?"

【so. 】

The evil spirit in the hallucination smiled, and the tentacles yanked off the bound Wudiqin, the scales of the fish surged up wildly, and the flesh was cut by foreign objects and quickly rotted.

Yan Lan's eyes went dark from the pain, her legs limp and she fell to the ground, and a scorched tentacle stretched out from her left side, which she waved open.

"Roar--!!"

Water splashed, and the black dragon neighed angrily.

Just as Fang Shu was about to turn his head, the snake ring clenched tightly, and the countdown was scarlet and clear:
"00:00:10"

(End of this chapter)