Chapter 502 The Broken Head

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no sign of when it would stop.

Huang Banxian pinched his fingers with his right hand, muttered a few words, and looked up at the completely dark sky.

"Fuck you!"

His mental arithmetic was always ineffective, and he cursed angrily, raised his legs and jumped out of the white archway.

His originally small eyes were widened by him, and in the change of position.

A short naked figure appeared in his field of vision.

The appearance of the Wujie ghost child was not clear from a distance, but Huang Banxian caught something in its hand very clearly.

It was Cheng Dali's human skin.

...

"Plop!"

After a few seconds of weightlessness, Huang Banxian's face came into close contact with the ground.

The burning pain on his face had not yet hit him, and the first thing he inhaled into his lungs was the dust raised on the ground.

"Cough cough cough..."

Huang Banxian supported his arms painfully, sat up on the ground, and licked his right face that was hit with his tongue.

He looked around blankly and found himself in another strange space.

There was a deep and narrow passage in front of him, and there was a turn about ten steps away.

The walls on both sides formed a circular area, and he was in the center of this circle.

After a brief look, Huang Banxian got up from the ground and looked up.

There was no wind or coolness there, only endless darkness, which made him feel like he was being torn away by the world.

Huang Banxian looked down at the ground again, stamped his feet, and raised more dust.

After a moment, he realized that he should have been teleported into a closed space.

And the area would be very large. He still remembered that when he just woke up, his moans were still echoing around.

Huang Banxian's eyes were full of solemnity. He looked at the only passage in front of him and was not in a hurry to move forward.

Before arriving at this strange place, he saw the Wujie ghost boy waving at him.

Obviously his guess was correct. If he wanted to find the ring organization, he had to be branded by the ghost boy.

So this place is either the territory of the Circle Organization or the spiritual barrier set up by the Circle Organization.

Since we are here, we should make the best of it, but the most urgent thing now is: Clyde is not here.

Although the ground in front of him is full of dust, there are no other footprints except him.

"What kind of barrier is this..."

Huang Banxian muttered in his heart, and walked forward carefully, always alert to any uneasy sounds around.

The walls on both sides are made of stones, which are tightly fitted and feel cold.

He fumbled out the flashlight from the cloth bag, turned it to the highest level, and finally brought some light to this dark area.

But perhaps it was because it was soaked in water for too long, or perhaps it was the interference of the spiritual power here.

The light was not strong, as if a layer of thick fog blocked the light, but the distance was not far enough.

Huang Banxian had walked half of the passage, lighting with his left hand, and holding the brick seams with his right hand, and some small sand and gravel slid down.

He raised his hand and illuminated the wall all the way up. In his field of vision, the wall was directly connected to the end of the darkness.

It was as if the wall here was built straight up to the sky.

Huang Banxian's heart sank slightly. These walls seemed real, but this space was obviously fake.

There was such a terrifying and mysterious space in the Tianming Mountain Cemetery. This was something he, an old clerk in the ninth branch, had never expected.

It took him a full minute to walk a short distance of ten steps because he was too cautious.

When Huang Banxian carefully poked his head out, there was another circular area in front of the passage.

There was still no weird thing there, and the shape was exactly the same as where he fell.

It was only when he entered the circular area that he found that there were three forks in the road in front of him.

Left, middle, and right.

Three identical passages.

"What kind of a ghost place is this? Did the Ring Organization create a supernatural maze?"

Huang Banxian fell into deep thought. He couldn't understand the mystery inside, so he could only walk in from left to right to identify it.

The left passage was dark, and the flashlight couldn't reach far. In short, he couldn't see any traces of living people.

He hesitated and shook his head, and came to the middle passage again. The situation here was still the same.

There was only the last right passage left, and he thought there should be no surprises here.

But adhering to a cautious attitude, he still walked closer and made necessary observations.

However, as soon as he came here, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly stuck his head in and took a deep breath.

In the right passage, although there were no traces and footprints of living people.

But there was a smell of tobacco in it!

Huang Banxian took a puff and quickly shrank back, and his heart began to torment again.

Clayde didn't smoke, so if the person smoking here was a living person, who would it be?

There was a smell of tobacco now, but there were no footprints.

It only meant that the smoker should not have walked towards him, but was not far away.

Now he couldn't tell whether the other person was a living person or a ghost.

Is this tobacco smell just a smokescreen for the ghost to trick him into giving up the left and middle sides, taking advantage of the human psychology of mutual dependence?

Huang Banxian began to stop moving. He had been in this maze for more than five minutes, but his progress was almost zero.

At this time, he missed Clyde's face, which was always warm and playful.

Although Huang Banxian is a well-known figure in the Ninth Branch, he is not good at making decisions.

On the contrary, although Clay is kind-hearted, he dares to make up his mind and does things decisively.

This can be seen from the white archway before.

Hesitating like this, he has wasted a lot of time. Huang Banxian suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

A talisman in his bag emitted a faint fluorescence, and a hot feeling burned his thigh.

Huang Banxian's face changed immediately. This is a warning talisman. The glow and heat represent the appearance of supernatural power around him.

When he looked up, he was surprised to find that there were only two passages in front of him.

One on the left and one on the right.

There was a passage that disappeared silently.

But the heat of the talisman in the bag was still not reduced, and the light was too bright as if it was about to burn.

The hair on Huang Banxian's back stood up immediately, and he felt a strong position in the darkness behind him.

At this time, he had to choose even if he didn't want to.

In an instant, he rushed into the right passage without caring about anything.

The smell of tobacco still echoed in the passage, and it became clearer as he ran deeper.

Huang Banxian's thigh was burned by the talisman in his pocket. He immediately took out a stack of paper money and threw it back without looking back.

He had a lot of these consumable sins. They were not very useful, but they could buy some time.

However, before the stack of paper money fell to the ground, he heard the crackling sound of burning.

His face suddenly sank, which meant that the ghost behind him was extremely powerful, and even so many paper money were broken as soon as they appeared.

Huang Banxian did not dare to look back, but just ran forward while offering more talismans.

The road ahead in his vision flickered with the light of the flashlight.

This road ran to the end, and more and more forks appeared, but now Huang Banxian was in a panic because the ghost was chasing too closely.

After running through four or five forks, he had long forgotten which road he came from.

All his thoughts were on using the sinful objects to delay time. Just as he was writing a new talisman with sweat all over his face.

Pieces of yellow paper fell from the front of him like snowflakes, stopping his sprinting pace abruptly.

Huang Banxian looked at the paper money in front of him, his eyes suddenly widened, he was too familiar with these yellow papers.

Exactly...

However, at this time, a hand stretched out from nowhere and strangled his neck.

The palm was cold and wet, but it was filled with a strong smell of tobacco.

"Don't make noise, follow me."

The owner of the hand had a very cold tone, as if he had no emotion at all.

But this voice made Huang Banxian particularly familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Step by step, he was dragged into a darker place by this hand holding his head.

I don't know why, although he only took a few steps back, he couldn't see the falling paper money in front of him, and the ghosts he hadn't met yet didn't chase him.

Huang Banxian's chin was grabbed by that hand, and he felt very uncomfortable.

But as he retreated, he finally remembered who the voice belonged to.

In his joy, he asked with a questioning attitude:

"Manager Ji, I didn't expect to see you here..."

"Shh!"

Huang Banxian didn't finish his words, he just felt the hand pressing on his head move.

His head and cervical spine were suddenly twisted with full force.

The severe pain didn't have time to come, only the sound of his neck being completely broken echoed in his ears.

Huang Banxian's head, which was bent to an exaggerated angle, slowly fell into the dust as his body became weak.

Stepping over the corpse, a figure with long hair and black clothes walked out from the corner.