The human heart is more complicated than ghosts and ghosts, and it is also more terrifying.

After solving the zombies, it's time to go to the well to find that shameless female ghost.

But before that, there was something Zhang Yuanqing was very concerned about.

He left the zombies behind and walked to the room where the coffins were displayed, and stepped across the threshold while holding the door frame. In the dark room, the moonlight shone like beams.

He stamped his feet in front of the mummy, bent down and picked up the copper awl.

It is obviously a copper object, but it does not feel cold when held in the hand, but is as warm as jade.

Immediately, a message appeared in the field of vision.

[Name: Fumo pestle]

[Type: Weapon]

[Function: Purification, Spirit Relief, Demon Breaking]

[Introduction: The weapon that contains the divine power of the sun is the nemesis of all yin things. Sacrifice this pestle with essence and blood, and you will gain the power of the sun god. ?

[Remarks: Is it powerful? In exchange for life. ?

Sure enough, it is a prop. Looking at the function introduction, it seems to be stronger than the candles in the main hall. The seniors of the construction team probably wanted to use it to kill the zombies, but they failed. Alas, they lost too much before dealing with the zombies. The manpower... Zhang Yuanqing is glad that he made the correct judgment.

He cleverly used the red dancing shoes to solve the difficulty.

Of course, the seniors of the construction team had no choice, they couldn't subdue this regular prop, and most of them died from being trampled by the red dancing shoes.

"With this prop that is designed to counteract femininity, and paired with red dancing shoes, my chances of clearing the trial mission will be greatly increased."

Holding the crouching pestle in his hand, he felt strong confidence in his heart, and before five minutes had arrived, he left the room and returned to the yard.

This time, he went straight to the ancient well for the final investigation.

The mouth of the well is deep and dark, and a damp, rotting smell of vegetation surges up.

Go down and have a look... Zhang Yuanqing held the crouching pestle tightly in a defensive posture, raised one foot and stepped on the edge of the well, and then he just walked down the well wall like walking on the ground.

Before switching to it, he definitely didn't dare to go down to explore, not to mention whether there was any danger at the bottom of the well. Without ropes and helpers, jumping to the bottom of the well meant suicide.

Soon, he successfully reached the bottom of the well which was not deep, where the moonlight was already very faint.

The water in the well has long since dried up, black silt was deposited at the bottom, clumps of weeds grew on the edge, and dark blue moss covered the walls of the well.

"There are no ghosts in the well..."

Zhang Yuanqing frowned, thinking that this is wrong, I clearly saw a faceless female ghost protruding from the well.

He checked repeatedly at the bottom of the well, because the wearing time of the red dancing shoes was limited, and in the end he had no choice but to step on the steep well wall, return to the ground, and quickly ran back to the eaves of the main hall.

Only then did he relieve himself of wearing the red dancing shoes.

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In the main hall, bathed in dim candlelight, Zhang Yuanqing leaned against the tribute table with a dispirited expression. The corpse poison's erosion on his body deepened. Following dizziness, he developed symptoms such as dyspnea and heart and lung pain.

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