C40

A musty smell settled in my nose.

I snapped open my eyes. Where is this? It seemed to be in a cabinet. When I looked around, I saw that I was sitting against the wall at the entrance to Channel One. On the left was the dark underworld, and on the right was a huge wooden chest with a light shining on the top. However, many of the boxes seemed to have been destroyed by someone. They were cracked open, and those cotton-padded jacket and shoes were scattered everywhere.

From time to time, a crackling sound could be heard from a distant corner. Red light was constantly flashing on the dark ceiling, as if something was burning.

I stood up and helped the box around a pillar. In the opposite corner, I saw a large wooden box burning furiously, flames shooting towards the ceiling of the cave. There was a man with his back to me in front of the fire.

"Zhang Shan?" I called out and was about to walk over when the man turned around.

Corpse Supporting Spell!

The corpse of Zhao Youde was no longer recognizable. His clothes were now hanging on his body, revealing his purplish black skin.

He sniffed the air and staggered toward me.

What should he do? Zhang Shan is not here, I don't have any weapons, I'm finished! It was all over!

AHH …." Just as I was about to turn around and escape, Zhang Shan's shout rang out. "A shadow flew out from the fire and headed straight for the Corpse Supporting Spell.

Zhang Shan hugged the Corpse Supporting Spell and rolled on the ground, but this monster didn't bother with him at all. It only flipped its body and threw Zhang Shan away, then stood up again, approaching me.

Zhang Shan's reaction was not slow either. His body that was lying on the ground twisted and his hands grabbed onto Corpse Supporting Spell's left leg. The Corpse Supporting Spell continued to stare at me, and just like that, it dragged the Zhang Shan who was on the ground and walked over.

"Quick!" Go get the gas! This guy is afraid of fire! " Zhang Shan saw that he could not stop it at all, and shouted at me.

"Oh …" "Oh!" I turned and ran back. He remembered that there was a row of gas cylinders against the wall at Channel 1.

At the base of the wall, I tried to move it, but it was too heavy. Not to mention moving, even moving is a problem for me.

"It's too heavy, I can't move it!" I turned my face and called after him.

The moment he turned around, he saw a face that was completely unrecognizable. There was not a single trace of light coming from the white eyeball. Just as I was about to shout, Corpse Supporting Spell raised his hands and grabbed my neck. In that moment, the feeling of his blood being cut off came from his brain, Zhang Shan immediately crawled up and tried to pull the fingers off the corpse.

The lack of oxygen was slowly invading me. From the power the Corpse Supporting Spell displayed, it could easily break my neck with one twist. But now it wanted to abandon me and let me slowly suffocate to death.

What a vicious curse!

Zhang Shan busied himself around my neck for a long time without being able to pry a single finger apart. Helpless, he jumped to the side and pulled out the broken blade that he had been holding by his waist. He held the blade in his left hand and at the same time, raised his right arm.

"F * * k your grandmother!" Zhang Shan roared as he raised his blade and slashed at his right arm.

Before I could see clearly, a thick, warm blood spurted towards me and the Corpse Supporting Spell. I felt the pressure on my throat gradually lessening as I tried to pull it back. The Corpse Supporting Spell's fingers had surprisingly loosened up a little, no longer as hard as steel. At this moment, I couldn't care about anything anymore. I activated the remaining power in my body and slowly pried open the Corpse Supporting Spell, grabbing onto my hands.

"Pah!" I fell to the ground, gasping for air. Blood splattered all over my face and my eyes were glued shut.

"Zhang Shan! Zhang Shan! " I called out anxiously, wiping my eyes with my hand.

"Quickly stand up!" The moment I wiped my eyes, I saw Zhang Shan standing in front of me like a tower, frowning.

His right arm, which was below the elbow, had disappeared. The smooth wound was still bleeding. He was like a god of war in a battlefield. Looking at this, I don't know what I'm feeling right now.

Seeing that I was staring at him in a daze, Zhang Shan reached out his left hand and picked me up, I immediately stood up straight with my legs crossed, not daring to let him use more strength. He pulled down the barrel of gasoline in front of the Corpse Supporting Spell. Light red liquid came out of the barrel and quickly spread towards us.

The Corpse Supporting Spell seemed to have been immobilized, it still stood at its original spot, maintaining the position it was in when it was pinching my neck.

"Back off!" Zhang Shan gave a short command again. I knew that he was clenching his teeth and persevering, and every word he said would require a huge amount of energy.

I stepped on a soft thing. Looking down, it was actually Zhang Shan's broken arm. I quickly picked it up and hugged it.

After retreating about ten steps, the gasoline that Zhang Shan had waiting to pour out slowly arrived in front of him. He raised the half of the broken blade in his hand and slashed towards the ground. There was an ear-piercing sound of metal hitting the ground. The broken blade left a trail of sparks on the blue brick, and the gasoline was instantly ignited.

Boom!" In less than two seconds, he was engulfed in a sea of flames. Zhao Youde's body, the Corpse Supporting Spell, was right at the center of the flame.

"Run!" Zhang Shan threw away his broken blade, pulled me and ran back towards the iron gate.

After a few steps, the gas drums exploded one after the other, and the flames surged toward us. The flames filled the entire warehouse as we ran through the passageway. I was knocked to the ground, but it was not a good time to celebrate. We had to move forward for quite some distance before we stopped.

"Done!" That guy is finished! " After Zhang Shan finished saying that, he fell down while leaning on the wall. I wanted to grab him, but was unable to, so I quickly turned on the miner's light and squatted down to check on Zhang Shan's injuries.

Other than the severed arm, there was basically no other wound. However, it was this wound that caused him to lose too much blood and faint. I didn't want to waste any more time, so I quickly took off my T-shirt. He tore them into two pieces, each holding the wound and the severed arm to prevent more blood from flowing out. Although I don't know much about emergency treatment, I do know about the most basic method to stop bleeding.

Zhang Shan had already fainted, he didn't even know that I had slapped his face. I tried to help Zhang Shan up but not only did he not feel anything, he couldn't even carry two hundred kilograms.

Two minutes later, I sat down beside Zhang Shan, sweating profusely.

An urge to cry slowly filled his mind. Zhang Shan always said that he would borrow my power and experience to break the Corpse Supporting Spell together. But from start to finish, not only did I not help him, I caused trouble and stepped on thunder.

Now that I think about it, it's always him coming to rescue me and get rid of the danger. Actually, Zhang Shan didn't need to bother with this matter at all. Even if I suddenly died, I wouldn't be able to trace it back to them. Who would believe something like that?

Not only did Zhang Shan strictly follow his grandfather's orders to protect me, if he didn't think this way, he wouldn't have acted at the first moment and helped me get through this difficult situation. To cherish every life, in his view, is the creed of life, to guard for a lifetime.

Zhang Shan already knew that the sword on his body contained the Buddhist Relics Blood, the only way to suppress the Corpse Supporting Spell. In the underworld, he bit his finger and poked me in the forehead, breaking the illusion. There was also the submachine gun that could shoot at ghosts when I met the boy, but I didn't care about that at the time. If I had known about this, I might have been able to pick up on it from the beginning. No wonder he didn't care all the time. No matter how dangerous the situation was, he could talk freely and even make jokes.

Because Zhang Shan knows, as long as he's by my side, I won't be in any danger. Even though danger had appeared quite a few times, he had been waiting for an opportunity to strike the Corpse Supporting Spell with a fatal blow.

In the end, when Zhang Shan was in danger, he cut off his arm and took the blood, miraculously resolving this Go, which had already reached a dead end. Such chivalry, such selflessness, what else could I do?

Brother, if I don't take you out alive, I will die here with you!

If I don't reconnect your severed arm, I will compensate you with my severed arm!

It's not that I don't want to accept your kindness, but this favor is too much! How do you expect me to bear it?

Wiping away my tears, I stood up again.

Since you can't carry it, I'll drag you out!

I thought about running out to get some people, then coming over to save Zhang Shan. This might save him some time.

Although the Corpse Supporting Spell had been removed. But the thought of the girl with the ghostly wall, the Dream Back Toad, and the "One Passage" leading to the underworld, forced me to suppress this tempting thought. Moreover, leaving Zhang Shan here by himself, I really don't feel at ease.

Forget it! If you want to walk together, you have to stay together! Together in life and death, advancing and retreating together!

After dispelling this thought, I let Zhang Shan lie flat on the ground, using both hands to grab onto the collar of his jacket and moved backwards step by step.

This winding road has really made me suffer a lot. At every turn, due to the narrow space which was at a right angle of ninety degrees, I had to first help Zhang Shan sit up, and then carry him by the armpits to drag him backwards before I could barely make it through.

After an unknown amount of time, we finally walked out of the last corner and returned to the hall on the second floor. The clothes on Zhang Shan's back had long ago become tattered after being dragged for so long. Looking at his bruised skin, I felt as if a hand was squeezing me so hard that it was hard to even breathe.

I suddenly remembered that there was a podium in the middle of the hall, and there were a lot of junk piled up on the podium. Maybe he could find something useful. Not only do I not need to drag Zhang Shan any longer, I can also save my energy, and can even save some time to return to the ground a little earlier.

Thinking about this, I helped Zhang Shan up and sat him against the wall. Tightening the bandage on the wound, he ran to the platform, searching for anything that might be useful. However, these old tables and chairs had all been used for meetings decades ago. Apart from the long tables and benches, there was almost nothing suitable for them.

Finally, when I reached the last corner, I found a single wooden chair with a backrest. Beside the chair, there was a large plate of electrical wires as thick as an index finger.

I tested the hardness of the chair. The old-fashioned furniture from decades ago was durable, but it was still tightly sewn together. The first thing I did was to take out the dagger he gave me. After cutting two pieces of the three-meter-long dagger, I placed them into the cracks of the chair's back and tied a knot with it to use when I pulled on the rope.