Chapter 364 Blood Handprint

Lu Ziming was different. He needed to concentrate all his attention to avoid the sudden attack of the Shadow Stepper. But now he was so confused and he had been hit several times. His body was no longer as agile as before. He had to avoid it after several close calls.

Such an embarrassing situation made Lu Ziming even more angry. He thought more than once that if his strength was not suppressed and he could still use the light of the soul, this shadow-trampling trick would be nothing! ?

Shadow-trampling is nothing more than stepping on the shadow and using the shadow as a medium to inject strange power into the body of the person being stepped on, and then breed a new shadow-trampling magic in the body, sucking the body dry.

Even if I sacrifice the light of the soul and let you step on the shadow while standing there, you can't break the defense of the light of the soul!

It's just a pity, there is no if.

But at this moment, the Shadow Traitor, who had been unable to step on Fang Xiu's shadow, seemed to have lost his patience and actually changed his target and walked towards Lu Ziming.

Lu Ziming's face turned pale for an instant, and his whole person was shrouded in the shadow of death.

At this moment, he no longer cared about dignity or humiliation, and immediately performed a sliding kneeling method that was more standard than Tong Yang's and slid in front of Fang Xiu.

After all, his physical fitness is far stronger than that of Tong Yang. Tong Yang skated two meters, and he skated at least three meters.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Captain Fang, please spare your life!"

He clenched his fists tightly and lowered his head tightly. Veins popped up on his face, almost breaking his teeth.

Feeling the almost tangible hatred and humiliation on Lu Ziming's body, Fang Xiu revealed a sinister smile on his lips.

"Jie Jie Jie...not a bad emotion, get out!"

Lu Ziming, who was amnesty, endured the pain in his knees and quickly got up and ran away.

In contrast to his embarrassment, Fang Xiu walked towards the corridor leisurely.

Changing his body shape from time to time, he can still avoid the attacks of two shadow-trampling monsters at the same time with ease.

After all, eating millions of weird snakes and insects in the past two months at the burial ground was not in vain.

Soon, Fang Xiu shook off the Shadow Stepper and joined everyone.

At the end of the corridor is a small garden with lush vegetation and trees. There are also pavilions and water pavilions in the middle. However, this beautiful scenery is shrouded in the penetrating darkness, which only makes people feel inexplicable fear, fearing that someone will emerge from the woods at some time. A strange one came out.

Everyone was walking very slowly in the garden, and no one dared to move rashly. They kept scanning the surroundings, taking every step they took, fearing that they had violated some kind of taboo.

It wasn't until Fang Xiu's arrival that everyone finally found their backbone.

Even if the people at the burial ground knew that Fang Xiu's goal was his own spirituality, it was still better than dying at the hands of Weird now.

If Fang Xiu wants to devour spirituality, he must wait until he gets out of the Zhou Mansion's suppression. When that time comes, there may not be a chance of survival. This is a common thought among everyone.

Under the leadership of Fang Xiu, everyone carefully shuttled through the garden.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the end of the line.

"Who! Who tapped me on the shoulder!"

I saw a person at the burial ground with a shocked face, constantly looking at the people around him.

"I didn't photograph you."

"I do not have either."

"Who's filming you at this time?"

Everyone denied it, but the man's face became paler and paler because no one photographed him. Doesn't that mean that the person who photographed him was not a human being?

It's weird!

His expression changed drastically, and he quickly pulled the clothes off his shoulders, took a closer look, and was immediately shocked.

In the dark night, there was a bloody handprint as red as blood on his shoulder, which exuded a strong and strange aura.

"It's Gui! Gui shot me!"

"Damn it! When!"

Everyone quickly and cautiously glanced around, fearing that they would be attacked by a sneak attack.

However, after scanning several times, I still didn't see any strange figure.

At this time someone asked: "How do you feel now?"

The man with bloody handprints on his body looked pale and said, "I don't feel anything."

Everyone frowned, didn't feel anything? Is this bloody fingerprint just a prank?

The thing is, Gui doesn't play pranks.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "You...your bloody fingerprints are spreading!"

"What!?"

The man was shocked and turned to look at the bloody handprints. He saw that the originally palm-sized bloody handprints had grown in size by a full circle, covering almost half of his back. There was no longer any shape of the handprints, and it was just a spread of blood. Bloodstains.

"Quick! Get the knife and help me cut off this piece of skin!"

After all, he was a fourth-level spiritual master and had survived in the burial ground for such a long time. Faced with such a strange scene, although he panicked, he still did not lose his mind and chose the safest method.

No matter what the bloody handprint is, it is definitely not a good thing. Cut it off first.

A man who was familiar with him pulled out a dagger and walked towards him solemnly, holding his shoulder with one hand and holding the knife with the other.

"Bear with it."

"Um."

Just when he was about to take action, a magical scene occurred. The blood stains on the man's back disappeared out of thin air.

"Disappeared...disappeared!?"

Everyone was in disbelief. What was going on? Could it be that this weirdo is afraid of knives?

But the man holding the knife suddenly felt a warmth on his back, as if blood was flowing through him.

His expression changed wildly, and he suddenly pulled his back apart to see that a pool of identical blood appeared on his back.

Seeing this scene, everyone quickly moved away from the man holding the knife, as if they had agreed upon it.

"You...you guys!" The man with the knife obviously realized something. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the crowd.

No one is a fool, especially since everyone is a high-level spirit master. The scene of the blood transfer just now has made everyone understand the killing pattern of this ghost.

That is, contact with people will leave bloody handprints, and the person with the bloody handprints wants to survive. The only way is to contact other people, so that the bloody handprints will be transferred to other people.

In this process, the bloody handprints will turn into bloodstains and get bigger and bigger.

Although it is unknown what will happen when it gets bigger, according to everyone's experience, when the bloodstains cover a person's whole body, that person is probably dead.

This is very much like a game of passing grenades. A grenade is pulled out of the pull ring and passed from one person to another. Then it depends on who is unlucky and whoever the grenade falls into explodes.

The man with the knife felt the warm blood on his back, his eyes were about to burst, and he chased after everyone like crazy. Everyone fled in all directions, and only Fang Xiu stood there calmly.

The man with the knife rushed to Fang Xiu and raised his hand to make contact, but after seeing Fang Xiu's eyes as calm as dead water, he hesitated and was afraid. He didn't dare to do anything.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and went around Fang Xiu to chase the others.

There was no way, Fang Xiu left him too deep a fear.

Fortunately, the man with the knife was in good physical condition, and he actually caught up with someone.

This person was none other than Wen Jinglong!

Wen Jinglong was also unlucky. He had just injured his leg in the previous battle with Fang Xiu, which caused his legs and feet to be unsteady and he couldn't run fast.

Pah!

He slapped Wen Jinglong hard, and the blood immediately shifted.

The man with the knife suddenly showed ecstasy on his face, and without any hesitation, he turned around and ran away.

Wen Jinglong was shocked and angry, and he didn't care about cursing. He chased whoever he saw.

It was a pity that he couldn't catch up with anyone because of his inconvenient legs and feet.

At this time, the blood had spread all over the upper body, and even through the clothes, spreading to the neck.

In the face of life and death crisis, he was like a beast trapped in despair, looking fiercely at Fang Xiu, the only one standing there.