Chapter 347

After speaking, she turned to glance at Ron, her eyes were full of helplessness and impatience.

"Also, I have told you a long time, don't follow it, Ron!"

Hermione took out the remaining flying powder from the bag and stuffed it into Ron's hands, and his tone was cold.

"This is the remaining flying fan, go back by yourself."

Ron turned his eyes with a big white, holding the flying road powder in his hand, and refuted unconvinced.

"Please, how can I let you stay here alone? This place is wrong at a glance!"

Hermione still ignored him, turned to carry his bag, took out a map from the bag, and expanded it carefully.

Under the dim light, that map looks like a detailed roadmap on the diagonal lane, which is marked with various signs and notes.

She lowered her head and focused, and she focused her expression, as if Ron's existence could be ignored.

Ron was holding the flying road powder, frowned, and his face stared at Hermione's back helplessly.

"You ... good, hear it--"

He was blocked by Hermione with a sharp look at Hermione. The eyes seemed to be warning him: "Shut your mouth."

"If you want to go back, hurry up."

Hermione threw a word coldly, the map in his hand shake slightly, and turned towards the bar on the bar.

Hermione took a few steps, and a slight metal collision came from his feet.

She looked down and found that a thick layer of gold coins were scattered on the floor, and she almost never had her ankle.

But she wore a boot, and these gold would not touch her skin.

"This is ... Gold?"

Those gold coins flashed abnormally, as if they were polished perfectly, and each one had no flaws, and she could even reflect her reflection.

"No ... why do you have so much gold in the bar?"

Hermione frowned tighter, plus the atmosphere around this ...

She looked at the bar on the ground.

Behind the bar, several golden statues stand quietly.

Hermione did not notice their expressions from the beginning, but as her sight gradually moved up, the faces of those statues gradually became clear -angry brows, bite teeth, and wide eyes, as if every statue was all statues. Express a strong emotion silently in silence.

She stopped, clenched the map in her hand, and looked around alertly.

This bar is surprisingly quiet, and even a hint of wind cannot be heard.

The extraordinary breaking bar, which should have been lively, is now frozen by time.

"This ... too abnormal ..."

Hermione held back the impulse to run and ran back to those statues. She suddenly realized that the anger expression of these statues was not ordinary decoration, but was full of a sense of oppression, as if they would live at any time.

Her heartbeat accelerated and her palms began to sweat, but she thought about what she thought, forcing herself to take a deep breath and continued to move forward.

The gold coins on the floor made a slight click under her feet, which seemed particularly harsh in the dead environment.

Ron frowned, watching Hermione's gradually away back, and couldn't help sighing.

He turned to look at the fireplace, and the light was almost weak, and only a little dark red flames beating in the ashes.

"Strangely, isn't it burned here?

Ron murmured to himself, with a little confusion in his tone.

He squatted down and carefully looked at the fireplace. The flame is so weak that it is not as suitable as usual as usual as usual.

Ron frowned, and felt a little wrong in his heart.

"In this case, it is too dangerous to use flying road powder."

He said to himself, his voice was low, with a little anxiety.

Looking around, his eyes fell on a shabby table next to the fireplace.

Several black charcoal and some sporadic ashes were scattered on the table, which looked like the residue of the previous firewood.

"Maybe you can boost the fire first."

Ron thought, reached out to find the table, trying to find some firewood or tools that can be used.

Suddenly, a sharp shout broke the dead silence in the bar.

"Ron!"

Ron turned sharply, and saw Hermione holding a wand, with a frightened expression, his face was pale like a paper.

She rushed towards him quickly, and her voice couldn't help but panic.

"Everyone! It has become a golden sculpture! And there is a monster!"

Before her words, Ron's gaze crossed Hermione's shoulders and was scared by what she chased behind.

It was a human -shaped monster wearing dilapidated wine, but this "humanoid" almost left the original outline.

Its skin is completely peeled off, revealing a dark red muscle tissue, like unprocessed raw meat hanging on the bones.

It seems like being torn off directly.

There are no eyeballs in the eyes, and only two deep black holes are left, as if to suck the soul of the people.

His two hands stretched straight at Hermione, and he roared in his mouth.

"host......"

When Ron saw the monster getting closer, his face turned pale instantly, screamed and stepped back, his voice was trembling.

"What is this?! Is there a gongxian?!"

Hermione ran breathlessly, his eyes stared forward, and his voice was raised because of fear.

"It is not possible to be a ghoul! It is worse! Don't talk nonsense, run quickly!"

"Aren't you a spell?! Use it for it!"

Ron shouted while running, with a little panic in his voice.

"Mantra can't be used now!"

Hermione shouted, looking back at the monster chasing behind him.

Its pace is surprisingly fast. Every time the movement is leaning, it seems that the prey will be poured at any time.

"The second floor! Go up the second floor!"

Hermione shouted that Ron's arm rushed towards the stairs of the bar.

The two rushed all the way, stepped on the scattered gold coins under their feet, and made a sound of "Ding Ding Dang".

The original silence in the bar was completely broken by this chase, but this noise was even more suffocating, because there was no living person around.

The footsteps of the monster are getting closer and closer, and the harsh sound of "click" and the sound of claws grabbed the ground echoed in the empty bar, as if they would appear behind them the next second.

Ron didn't dare to look back and shouted pantingly.

"Hurry up! It's catching up!"

Hermione glanced at behind her, her eyes shrank suddenly.

The monster's paws almost touched her shoulders, and the finger covered with mucus had begun to wave on her back.

"Don't stop!"

Hermione shouted, rushed to the stairs suddenly, and held the armrest with his hand.

However, her feet slammed when she stepped on a slippery gold coin. The whole person instantly lost balance and fell heavily on the stairs.

"Hermione!"

Ron exclaimed and hurriedly reached out to pull her.

Hermione's wand rolled on the ground. She tried to get up, but the pain from her knee made her unable to move.

The figure of the monster has appeared at the entrance of the stairs, the mouth cracks louder, and a low roar makes a low roar, like a kind of depressed beast roar, mixed with the scalp friction.

"Get up! It's here!"

Ron grabbed Hermione's arm and desperately dragged her to the stairs, but the movements of the two couldn't keep up with the speed of the monster approaching.

The monster jumped suddenly, and the open claws rushed straight to Hermione's back!

"Hermione !!!"

Ron looked at the monster's claws to catch Hermione's back, and his heart was desperate.

He tried to pull Hermione farther, but his strength was not enough.

At this moment, a low and cold spell came downstairs.

"Avadasau's life!"

A dazzling green light cut through the air like lightning, and hit the faceless monster.

"Bang!"

The movement of the monster suddenly stagnated under the shining of the green light, as if time was fixed.

In the next second, its body fell weakly to the ground, and his claws stretched forward, but he could no longer move.

The stinky atmosphere gradually dissipated with its death, leaving only its cold body and falling under the stairs.

Both Hermione and Ron were in place, panting, and stared at the monster's body.

Hermione's hand was still trembling. She held Ron's sleeves hard, as if this could only confirm that she was still alive.

"Just ... that's ..."

Ron's voice trembled slightly because of panic, looking downstairs hesitant.

"Hermione, Ron? How can the two of you be here?"

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