The two of them never expected that the oil corpse would break free from the black rope and knock over the corpse oil lamp.
The balance of the ruined temple has been completely destroyed.
"Quick! You go get the Black Blood Sword, and I'll light the corpse oil lamp!" The man in the black hat shouted immediately.
"Okay..." Feng An trembled, his hands and feet trembling.
It was dark and extremely quiet inside the ruined temple, and you could hear your heartbeat clearly.
The air was very cold, and the strong corpse stench with a fishy smell spread.
After the lights go out, it takes a process for people to adapt to the dark, and night vision and spatial perception will be significantly reduced.
Even so, they must take action in this state without delaying for a moment.
"Da da……"
Subtle footsteps came, sounding like someone walking on the ground with wet feet.
Hearing this voice, the man in the black hat stood up.
The oil corpse started to move.
There was darkness in the ruined temple, and two people and an oil corpse lived together in this small space.
"Da da……"
The oil corpse was walking, very slowly, and had left its original position. It was unknown where it went.
Maybe it's in front of you, maybe it's behind you.
The man in the black hat gritted his teeth and refused to think about it. He approached the altar table based on his memory and reached out to touch it carefully.
The oil corpse was around, and he might run into that guy in the next second.
Even so, the man in the black hat fumbled nervously.
"Must be quick!"
He knew that the oil corpse might have just woken up and was still relatively weak in mobility, so he had to take this opportunity to light the corpse oil lamp and restore balance.
Feng An, who was opposite, was also groping nervously. Compared to the man in the black hat, he was much more timid.
He didn't dare to move significantly, taking small steps and groping slowly in front of him with his two trembling hands.
"The offering table... we have to find the offering table first..." He looked around in horror, unable to tell the direction of the offering table for a moment.
"boom!!!"
A loud noise was heard, shaking the ruined temple that was originally dead, and the cautious two people were even more frightened.
"What's wrong..." Feng An said with a trembling voice.
The man in the black hat opposite was also frightened, but he couldn't see clearly in the darkness.
Even so, he could guess what was going on.
The evil ghost from the blood coffin should have come out.
Because at the moment when the loud noise was made, the ghost windbreaker restraining the blood coffin was broken free.
The fact is indeed what he thought.
In the darkness, a crack opened in the blood coffin, and a pale white hand with scarlet nails stretched out.
"Damn it!" The man in the black hat did not expect that the ghost in the blood coffin would revive so quickly.
The time they spent just groping was only a few seconds.
He originally wanted to quickly find the corpse oil lamp based on his memory, but his ability to move in the dark was really poor.
So he had to give up his exploration temporarily and took out ghost cigarettes and lighter from his arms.
"Snapped!"
The lighter was ignited, but the fire did not appear. After all, the darkness here cannot be illuminated by physical flames.
The flames are invisible, and it takes some effort to light the ghost cigarette.
During this period, Feng An on the opposite side was still groping. Suddenly, his hand seemed to touch something, and there was a special touch.
Cold, oily, and a little sticky.
"This is……"
Feng An was shocked. He quickly guessed what he had touched, but the next second he fell to the ground.
Completely out of breath.
"What's wrong?" The man in the black hat seemed to hear the sound of Feng An falling to the ground, and became even more nervous.
At this time, the ghost cigarette was finally lit, and a faint green light illuminated the surrounding darkness.
The moment the green light turned on, the man in the black hat was startled, and the hair on his body stood up.
Less than a palm away from him, the rotten and sticky face of the oil corpse was looking at him quietly.
Two big swollen hands rested on both sides of his head, as if they would strangle him to death at any moment.
However, for some reason, the oil corpse remained still, but its two big swollen hands never put down.
The man in the black hat looked at the oil corpse nervously, holding his breath and not daring to make any move.
After a few seconds, the oil corpse retracted his hands and backed away slowly, seemingly giving up attacking him.
The man in the black hat breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. He looked at the ghost cigarette in his hand and thought, is this oil corpse afraid of light?
I can't care about that much, the most urgent thing is to light the corpse oil lamp.
Under the green light of the ghost cigarette, he quickly discovered the fallen corpse oil lamp on the altar table, so he slowly stretched out the ghost cigarette and prepared to light it.
He didn't dare to make any violent movements because the oil corpse was still staring at him, as if it would attack at any time.
The faint green light of the ghost incense is the only light source in the ruined temple, but the area it illuminates is very limited. It can only illuminate the oil corpse and the altar table in front of you, and the rest of the place is dark.
The ruined temple was still dark and cold. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew by, and the man in the black hat instantly got goosebumps.
"Click..."
The sound of sliding wood was heard, and the man in the black hat glanced at it, feeling shocked.
The evil ghost in the blood coffin is moving the coffin lid.
In the darkness, the pale white hand with red nails was grasping the coffin lid, moving bit by bit, and the gap in the bloody coffin was getting wider and wider.
Through this gap, you can see that the inside of the blood coffin is pitch black. The darkness is deeper, like smoke, and seems to be undulating slightly.
Upon seeing this, the man in the black hat didn't care about the oil corpse. He immediately rushed to the altar table and quickly extended the ghost cigarette to the wick of the corpse oil lamp.
"Chi!"
The dim flames burned, the light slowly dispelled the darkness of the ruined temple, and the coldness in the air gradually receded.
The corpse oil lamp was finally lit.
"Da da……"
At this time, the oil corpse took a few steps back, as if it did not dare to approach the corpse oil lamp, but it still did not leave, looking at the man in the black hat quietly with its ferocious face.
The evil ghost in the blood coffin also stopped moving, but the pale white hand with red nails was still stretched out.
"Is it safe..." The man in the black hat looked nervously at the scene in the ruined temple.
Opposite the blood coffin, Feng An, who fell to the ground, was no longer human, as if he had been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, leaving only white bones and turbid mucus mixed with internal organ fragments.
But the ghost skin was still covering his body, shrinking one after another, and it was obvious that the ghost was about to revive.
Seeing Feng An's tragic death, the man in the black hat couldn't help but feel cold.
But now was not the time to grieve for others, and he was not out of danger yet.
The ghosts of the oil corpse and the blood coffin were temporarily suppressed by the corpse oil lamp, but they have not stopped moving.
After all, the black rope has been broken and the blood coffin has been opened. A corpse oil lamp alone is obviously not enough to suppress these two evil ghosts.
Therefore, the last resort must be adopted.
Thinking of this, the man in the black hat looked at the black blood sword on the altar table.
The black blood sword was placed horizontally on the shelf, dark and strange. The space around the blade seemed a little distorted. At first glance, this sword was not a mortal thing.
At this moment, the man in the black hat can't care so much, because only this sword can save him.
So he grabbed the hilt of the Black Blood Sword without hesitation.
"hiss!"
The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, the ghost windbreaker shrank violently, and even let out a tearing cry...
