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Across a corridor, Gao Ming saw the body.

The fatal wound was on the chest, and the sharp knife that pierced the heart had a used killing charm attached to it.

The talisman that Situ An obtained from the goddess was not used to hunt evil spirits, but was used to kill Yan Hua.

The man who saved Gao Ming from a desperate situation half an hour ago was now lifeless.

The hand that once held Gao Ming lost its temperature, and the shoulders that Gao Ming climbed out of the pit were bound by rusty chains. He became a ladder, leaving himself behind.

"You must be looking for him, right?" Situ An pulled out the sharp knife from Yan Hua's heart, and the killing talisman on the blade turned into fly ash: "Killing him is not easier than killing the evil ghost. My hands have been damaged a lot. "

The bright blade gently scratched Yan Hua's face, cutting off the giant ghost tattoo.

"I gave him a chance to surrender, and I also thought about asking him to do things for me, but he refused them all." Situ An looked at the tattoo on his palm: "I'm very curious about such a person who doesn't love money, doesn't like power, and doesn't have any Why would a person who loves you wholeheartedly help you?"

Gao Ming didn't speak, he held the chain in his hand.

When he learned the news of Qin Tian's death, he felt an unreal feeling in his heart. After entering the Lishan Investigation Bureau to replace Qin Tian, ​​he sat in Qin Tian's position and could feel the traces of Qin Tian's presence everywhere. Through the work logs, photos and videos left by Qin Tian, ​​he slowly completed the story of Qin Tian. The image of heaven, but Qin Tian could not come back at that time.

Later, he personally selected the team members and asked Yan Hua and Wan Qiu to join. He knew what a dangerous path he had led them on, but he didn't think too much about it at that time. He wound himself up, always thinking about disasters and ghosts. He was not prepared for the people around him to die again, or in other words, he was not prepared to say goodbye.

Deep in his heart, there seemed to be a sense of lack of death, which seemed to be a disease.

The hand holding the chain slowly raised, and Gao Ming pointed at Situ An's face: "I want to kill you. I had this urge from the first moment I saw you."

"Really?" Situ An casually threw away the tattoo fragment: "When I first saw you, I found that your temperament and eyes were different from all the investigators. I admire you very much, and even developed a kind of Don't worry, if that evil ghost hadn't been in the way, you would have died in the ninth room on the basement floor of Building B."

"Don't be impulsive, go underground first! You have already obtained the heart of flesh and blood. As long as you kill the main will of the flesh and blood fairy, you can obtain the heart of the gods, possess the power of flesh and blood, and become the owner of this apartment." Xuan Wen's gaze Very sensible: "You have to do the right thing, otherwise more people will die."

"It doesn't matter what you choose, because everyone here will die." Situ An stepped over Yan Hua's body: "Take it with you, let's go down to find the Flesh Fairy."

The smell of meat wafted in the corridor, and both parties arrived at the basement level of Building A. This place had changed a lot compared to before.

Cracks appeared on the walls and the ground, the sign hanging above the door of the restaurant fell to the ground, and a large piece of the ground in the middle of the corridor collapsed, even the flesh and blood temple was affected.

The top of the ancestral hall was penetrated by twisted pipes. Human skin portraits hanging inside the ancestral hall were scattered everywhere. The pale human faces looked at the people and ghosts in the corridor, as if expecting them to become peaceful too. Same as myself.

"Someone entered the ancestral hall first." Xuan Wen reminded softly: "The Flesh Immortal's main will is still there, this is its territory, so be careful!"

"Kill Situ An and then consider other things. This person is too dangerous."

On the left and right sides of the corridor, Gao Ming and Situ An stood on each side. The goddess was right, one of them would definitely die tonight, and they both knew this in their hearts.

The rich smell of meat wafted out from the ancestral hall. The madmen who had eaten meat, the deformed monsters, and the living people possessed by the desires in their hearts were all stimulated by the smell of meat, and their eyes were scarlet, and they rushed towards the flesh and blood ancestral hall!

There were no fancy moves, just the most primitive fighting. The disgusting smell of blood mixed with the pungent aroma of meat. Warm blood was thrown into the air. The crowded corridor quickly turned into purgatory.

The investigators who have survived to this day have been able to perfectly control the power brought by meat. For example, Qing Ge, he was born for fighting. With the help of Situ An, he has all the fighting skills handed down from the living society. At that time, he and the ghost were fighting closely, and the suppressed ghost couldn't breathe.

"There is no way to fight against fear, so I am afraid." Situ An held the bone-chopping knife and looked at Gao Ming with a smile: "I haven't had this emotion of fear for a long time."

"I'm different from you. I'm afraid every day, but after I'm afraid, I will still move forward." Grabbing the chain, Gao Ming rushed over.

"I spent twenty years preparing for this opportunity, and you actually want to take it away? Do you still think it's me who's wrong?" Situ An waved his knife to resist, and both he and Gao Ming ate the "meat". Even if he is slashed, he will not die immediately. He thinks that Gao Ming has no means to kill him, but he still keeps a killing talisman himself.

"Twenty years of preparation?" Situ An's words revealed a message. Some things seemed to have existed originally, which was in great conflict with Gao Ming's previous speculation.

Injury for injury, both sides put everything on the line and bet their lives on their side.

The brutality of the killings continued to escalate. Some flesh-eating investigators exhausted their last breath of strength and were devoured by "flesh and blood" and turned into blood. Residents of apartments with deformed bodies faced a large number of investigators. Some were injured, and some were turned into shadow fragments under the knife.

There are fewer and fewer people in the corridor, and the blood and flesh, resentment and will of the deceased slowly seep into the ground.

There were bloodshot threads spreading in the corner of the wall, and flowers bloomed that smelled like meat.

The walls of the ancestral hall and the corridors on the basement floor began to collapse. Underneath this Surabaya apartment was a huge pool of blood, which had collected all the resentment, pain and prayers for twenty years.

Some apartment residents and investigators were unable to dodge and fell into a pool of blood. No matter how hard they struggled, they could no longer escape.

"Good luck!"

A familiar voice came from the flesh and blood temple. After the wall collapsed, the deepest room of the temple appeared in front of everyone.

In the secret room that was once wrapped in human skin portraits, there was a ferocious-looking statue of a flesh-and-blood fairy.

It is no longer appropriate to say that it is a statue. The statue is much taller than a human being. Its skin is no different from that of a living person. Its eight arms are spread out in the darkness like a tree crown, and each arm is holding a paper man.

The victims of the massacre are being forced to merge with the statue. Their grievances and hatred have given the statue human emotions, and organs such as eyes, nose, and mouth are slowly growing on its palms.

Under the eight arms are four blank faces, which seem to correspond to the four phases of life, desire, death and evil in the building.

The lower body of the statue was like an old tree rooted in a pool of blood. He had just shouted congratulations on his life and was lying behind the statue with his grandmother on his back. Zhao Xi, whose body was in pieces, was lying on the ground. Uncle Wu, who had been with them, was nowhere to be seen.