Under the Blood

The red-eyed woman told him not to enter the new room, in case she raised ghosts or the like in it, once she entered, her life might be lost.

However, the ghost house on the fourth floor has no real things inside, and it seems that it is really just for exercising courage.

Arriving on the 34th floor, he peeked out of the room and couldn't help but smile.

The newly added room is full of cats, and there are 34 of them in total, as are the number of floors.

Yun Weihua smiled: "If you really don't want me to go in, the girl will stop me with magic." "

"And you've got so many cats, and you won't let me go in and touch them, and test my willpower?"

"I, Yun Weihua, don't eat this set, let's go in as soon as we say it!"

With that, Yun Weihua swaggered in.

In the center of the room was a scorpion, twice the size of a normal cat, waving its claws and dusting all around.

If it is just to raise sand and dust, then this thing does not need to be kept here, Yun Weihua took a closer look and found that the closest sand grain to it was actually generated out of thin air, proving that this scorpion was actually a monster.

It's creating sand and dust.

Each room is covered with enchantments, and no objects or creatures in the room can be left through doors or windows. While others can come and go freely.

Yun Weihua stayed at the door so that he could leave the room at any time.

But after thinking about it, if this monster was only a tool, he was afraid, and it happened that Anji was still peeping around, wouldn't she underestimate it?

He said aloud: "What are you afraid of the scorpion?"

Yun Weihua began to walk around, petting the cat, but within ten steps of the monster, he was reluctant to step in.

I saw that the sand particles in the center of the room were piling up and spreading in all directions. Just as he was wondering what he was doing, a cat was shaving in the sand.

"It's going to be for cat litter. "

Cats are originally small animals in the desert, and this living environment is in line with their nature.

The

filthy pug also has one, and he's rummaging through the sand to find a piece of solids to eat.

Anyway, it's not just the scorpions that are strange about the room.

There are large piles of shredded meat floating in mid-air, constantly changing shapes, and the well-fed group of cats disdain this, and occasionally the active ones jump high, grab the next one and play with it on the ground, and finally send it to their mouths.

There is no water source. Yun Weihua thought about it, and casually took off a piece of shredded meat, and found that it was full of moisture.

In this way, the conditions for the cat's food and water, as well as the cleaning of excrement, are in place, and the floating and writhing shreds of meat can also promote proper exercise for the cats.

The layout of a room alone shows the strength of the woman's mana and the delicacy of her thoughts, Yun Weihua sighed: "It's pretty good." "

It's just that the big scorpion dancing in the center still makes him very uncomfortable, but seeing that its two big pincers are thick and powerful, and the sharp tail is oozing a dark liquid like venom, Yun Weihua finished going around and planned to leave the room.

Unexpectedly, when he went out, he hit the invisible barrier headlong, and he couldn't help but gasp.

"Why did you even stop me?".

At this moment, the scorpion had stopped dancing, and all the sand and dust floating around it had fallen. Its red eyes flashed, and it turned its head to look at Yun Weihua.

Yun Weihua secretly complained.

But when he thought about it, he really didn't listen to his instructions and wandered around. The woman really wanted to teach him a lesson, and he had nothing to say.

He stood still, his eyes were blazing, and he said, "Can I still be afraid of a scorpion with my magic lamp?"

He lifted his breath a little, and found that there was no immortal qi left in his body, and then he remembered that he had used all his power to teleport and touch his chest just now.

Fortunately, the ability given by Ziyao is still there, and the wind forest volcano is useless, with the devil's claws, it should be easy to deal with the little monsters.

Yun Weihua stepped forward, and the crimson streamer filled the hollow of his arm.

"Aggression is like fire. "

Black anger surged in his right eye, the devil's claws swung at will, and three flames flew forward, hitting the scorpion, leaving a charred black demon king's claw print.

"Aggression is like fire" used a formula, and the streamer did not disperse, but the red flame gushed out, wrapping the demon king's arm.

And the scorpion planted headlong under the sand, and its whereabouts are unknown.

The

sand particles on the ground began to surge, Yun Weihua thought that it was just sand circulating, but when he looked closely, the sand in the center of the room was already a meter high, and the accumulated yellow sand began to spread around.

His feet were like the tide of the sea, and in the blink of an eye, the sand was up to its knees.

Monsters are frantically creating grains of sand and laying out the terrain for their own actions!

Thinking that the scorpion was in the sand, Yun Weihua hurriedly pulled out his legs, but he didn't know how to resist, he pestled the burning devil's claws on the ground, and the flames burned fiercely, blocking all the areas in front of him.

Behind him was the enchantment of the room, and the only dead end was underfoot.

Yun Weihua took out the revolver from his windbreaker, he pushed the wheel away, and there were six bullets inside, two were red, two were golden, and two were light purple.

There is a way to eat a trench and grow a wisdom, Yun Weihua was tortured by the bear warrior in the endless labyrinth to the point that he was inhuman and bloody, and ten days later, he had a perfect countermeasure:

The gun is used as a carrier to inject immortal energy into the bullet.

He didn't have such thoughts before, but the pistols he got from Zi Yao were all modern models, and he needed to unload the magazine, take out the bullets, inject immortal energy, and then put the magazine back into the magazine, and finally load the magazine back into the pistol.

Not to mention the complicated procedures, if the bullet is infused with immortal qi in the magazine, the order of release cannot be controlled at will.

And now that the gap in the wheel was overflowing, Yun Weihua knew that what was about to be fired was a red bullet, and when it hit the sand under his feet, it would greatly expand the damage area, like the effect of a small bomb.

Moreover, the revolver does not need a magazine, and it is also possible to assemble bullets in real combat.

This way, he doesn't need to produce or eject boogers, making his spellcasting much more decent.

"Prepare to die. "

Yun Weihua knelt on one knee, the flame of his right hand continued to burn, resisting the attack above the sand, and the muzzle of his left hand rushed down to prevent the scorpion from burrowing out of the ground again.

The pistol is a relic of Lilian's father, because most people's dominant hand is the right hand, so the turntable pops out to the left for easy reloading, hence the name "revolver".

And Lilian's father happens to be left-handed, so this gun is his custom-made right wheel, which was not taken by the pawn shop when it was first sold and ended up keeping it at home.

Yun Weihua saw it as if he had obtained a treasure:

Although the devil's claw in his right hand can do fine work, the size is not the size of a human palm, and he can't hold a gun at all.

And his left pistol is like it was made for him!