The few people in front did not respond to Zhu Yang's words, and still walked forward at a rhythm that seemed so neat and regular that made people chill their spine.

Just like a zombie team controlled by Uncle Ying, the only difference is that the zombie team is jumping forward, while the people in front of Zhu Yang seem to be much more flexible in movements.

But it is precisely this that makes people even more creepy, because the more flexible it is, the more difficult it is to adjust the steps in a unified manner.

In Zhu Yang's opinion, they did not even have the limit of being too tight and stiff, and their postures were vigilant about the surrounding environment.

However, this can be consistent and makes Zhu Yang unaware of anything at the beginning. If the first three levels are quite light for Zhu Yang.

This level really makes her feel refreshed.

Zhu Yang raised his legs and stepped on the uneven wall and ran to the front of the team. Now Uncle Ying is leading the team.

Sure enough, his expression was at a loss, his eyes were not focused, and his soul was missing.

Seeing Zhu Yang appear in front of her, she rushed towards her as if she didn't see it, and she didn't stop hitting her.

But they knew how to bypass the strange winding routes in the entire passage. They were either walking straight forward and hitting the wall, or they could not see the road ahead with Zhu Yang as big as the road ahead.

"Stop!" Zhu Yang snapped his fingers, and the team stopped.

But his expression was dull and motionless, just like he was playing with a 123 wooden man.

Zhu Yang then passed by four people and pressed his hand to the head of Uncle Ying and Dabao, who was walking second.

Let’s not mention Dabao for now. It is actually difficult for Uncle Ying to invade his spirit if he has a firm will and righteousness to protect him.

Even for advanced players.

But Zhu Yang was not hindered at all this time, just as his thinking had been stripped away, and now what was in front of her was just an empty shell.

Zhu Yang checked and confirmed that they were not fascinated by some illusion or controlled by consciousness, but were completely complete, and consciousness had been separated from their bodies.

To put it more suitable for this copy, it means that the soul leaves the body.

This is not a simple matter. Zhu Yang believes that perhaps the Zombie King has such ability, but he is so far away that he can capture the souls of four people out of thin air.

One of them is a master of Taoism and a person with strong willpower.

Convert the combat power of the Corpse King into the Aquarius of excellent high-level players, unless you specialize in spirit and soul, such as Adam, the human savior in the animal world.

Otherwise, even advanced players need a certain medium to do it.

medium?

Zhu Yang looked up and looked at the passage. Although the shapes in each place are different, what never changes is the bronze mirror every distance.

Zhu Yang raised his hand and wiped the bronze mirror closest to her. After the dust peeled off, Zhu Yang actually saw a clear influence inside.

In an instant, the environment around her changed, and she came from the narrow and curved passage to a hall with several towering high pillars.

The hall was very big, as if it was impossible to see at first sight. The place ten meters away was dark, and only the place where Zhu Yang stood was related.

Then a huge bronze mirror appeared in front of her, which was oval, about three meters high, and was more than enough to be a door.

And this thing is indeed like a door, because Zhu Yang clearly saw a lot of pictures at this end.

These pictures are not as unrealistic as watching the moon across the water, just like the real thing that is happening on the other side of the door.

Once she makes a sound, or walks over, she can interfere with what is happening.

Zhu Yang saw that he had entered the game and died after he died of the fake Sadako, he watched Julina leave with a smile.

Zhulina's panic was finally relieved because of the death of the pseudo Sadako, but in less than half an hour, she was hit by a truck and died of a life of death.

Xie Xiaomeng, who was still waving goodbye to her in the car, attacked with eyes and screamed in a collapse when she saw the bloody scene.

There is no narration or commentary in the entire picture, but Zhu Yang understands the position it expresses-

Because of her existence and because of the determination of the game to her, another girl must die.

Then Zhu Yang saw the villa in the first scene, but the perspective given in the mirror is not the players or the souls trapped in the haunted house.

Instead, he turned the picture to other related characters, such as the family of Mr. Zhu, who was suspected of having an affair with Mr. Qiu's husband.

The family of three, who has good personal ethics, the virtuous and gentle teacher Zhu's wife, and their three-year-old daughter.

Because Zhu Yang pulled the man down on the overpass to humiliate him, Teacher Qiu's husband left the villa and attacked Teacher Zhu's family.

Ms. Cui's parents and younger brothers also drew a clear line between them because of Zhu Yang. Without a source of income, she had to raise two boys, and the family became poor.

Next, he came to Toad Village. Zhu Yang saw the village chief who died tragically and the village chief who saw his son die with his own eyes. There were also people in the entire village who died overnight, except for some children and young people.

Such a huge village has become a dead village.

The mirror was like a nitpicking recorder, recording in detail all the bloody deeds related to Zhu Yang.

But Zhu Yang laughed.

She couldn't help laughing, and then it became bigger and bigger, and the whole space was empty, so her laughter seemed a little cunning at this moment.

Then Zhu Yang's smile disappeared, showing a truly cunning expression, and said to the mirror-

"I don't know where to start complaining. At first I had the idea of ​​refuting it. Until now, I just feel that I am really stupid when I compete with the mentally retarded thinking at the beginning."

"You think I am full of blood and debt, and I think there is a bone stone under every step I take? That's good."

"And what? How do you think I feel after seeing these? Just like the murderers and pushers who kill people for no reason, bully the weak, exploit family members, and even murder women will never reflect on their own behavior."

"Do you think I will reflect on my behavior?"

"Haha! I know you made this place like that, and intend to point condescendingly at all sentient beings, but looking at your narrow vision, values ​​that are in line with shameless people, without any objective perspective, and you can't even truly reflect the facts. The first thing you see is that is difficult to reverse. Just like you, you are trying to appear as a judge?"

"You can judge me?"

"roll!"

Zhu Yang's voice full of spiritual power spitted out this word, and the world around him collapsed in an instant, and the shaking like the sky and the earth did not make her figure shake in half.

She really had no guilt for the blood on her hands.

Those bloody events that she subjectively or unintentionally caused by the involvement and cause and effect of the game.

Zhu Yang will not regret his choice, and naturally he will not be trapped by the effect of external force.

After all, she did not have any innocence in everything. She criticized her with the standards of a saint, which seemed like a joke to her.

With consciousness back, Zhu Yang's scenery changed into a tunnel again.

However, when she came back, Uncle Ying and the others were still trapped in the illusion of judgment.

Zhu Yang himself is a firm and stubborn donkey, but Uncle Ying and the others may not be sure.

Although Uncle Ying is determined, he has always had his own unspeakable regrets after catching monsters and eliminating demons for so many years.

The sense of responsibility to protect one side made him feel more and less guilt and regret for anyone on this land who died of demons and monsters.

This is the easiest way to exploit loopholes.

Zhu Yang used a layer of spiritual power to protect the ears of the four people, and suddenly let out a deafening scream in the hole.

The bronze mirrors suddenly cracked, and the four of them woke up as if they were dreaming, their faces were pale and their heads were sweating.

Master Zhu was relieved when he saw Zhu Yang standing in front and hurriedly walked up and said, "Good girl, you are still here, so lucky!"

"Hmm? What did you see?" Zhu Yang asked.

"I saw the mirror showing the scene where you burned your grandfather alive. The mirror said nothing, but I knew it was blaming you for killing your relatives and destroying your ancestors. At that time, you can't blame you for the situation. So my father is also wrong."

In short, Master Zhu is rationally a helpless move for his father to be burned to death, but he still has psychological shadows.

Zhu Yang didn't take it seriously. Looking at Uncle Ying, who had not yet come to his senses, he said, "Uncle Ying, you must have guessed the full picture of this thing now?"

"Ah? Well!" Uncle Ying looked up, and he didn't react for a moment. It took several seconds to straighten it out and nodded to Zhu Yang.

"When your father and I came, we had never experienced any of these. We were all agencies and zombies hiding down as we got."

"But this time, the Zombie King is indeed awake and sleeping. This ancient tomb has two different styles."

"Master, what's going on?" Dabao Erbao was a little panicked: "When you walk well, you're sucked into a strange place. The mirror showed all the bad things I've done since I was a child."

"This ancient tomb has eighteen layers. The first floor is the dolls who focus on pulling their tongues. The second floor is the suspension bridge chain that traps Erbao's ten fingers and wants to cut them all. The third floor is the iron tree, and this layer of mirror that reflects sin."

"Even if you have some common sense, you should understand what's going on after reading it?" Zhu Yang said.

"Tip the tongue, cut the fingers, iron trees, and evil mirrors, these are clearly the first to fourth levels of hell."

"It seems that this zombie king has regarded himself as the king of hell on earth, and has actually restored the eighteen levels of hell in his cemetery."

Uncle Ying had noticed that Master Zhu fought back when he was young, so he naturally reacted instantly.

However, Dabao and Erbao, because they were repeatedly dangerous, now they just copied the eighteenth level of hell when they heard this, and took a breath, and felt that this time was really a bad luck.

This is just the fourth level, what should I do next?

What Zhu Yang was thinking about now was that if this ancient tomb could be restored in her haunted house, or would simply move it over and get rich.

It’s true that this project is really easy to understand, with a large audience, easy to understand but never loses excitement.

Zhu Yang felt that the guy who designed this ancient tomb and revitalized it was able to do it. If the boss of this level might be better than her, he would probably have a hard fight at that time, and his life and death were unknown without eyes.

If the other party is weaker, it is probably already forcibly hired by Zhu Yang at this time.

"Let's go, in this order, the steamer hell is here." Zhu Yang's expression was a little eager to try: "It's quite exciting."
To be continued...