From the Dungeon, Slaughter the Demon Apostle

Pamela's state is a bit strange. It stays quietly beside Momo without saying a word. Logically, it should be able to detect Booker's escape, but it didn't remind him in time, which is strange.

Waiting is also a torment.

Everyone guarded the two young ladies every step of the way. The longer the time, the more dull the atmosphere and the tighter the nerves. This kind of feeling of waiting to be attacked by someone at any time is not very good.

"Do you think, is there a possibility that that guy escaped?"

"Improbable. This guy came here for our inheritance. He has been lurking for more than ten years. If he can be so free and easy, just pat his ass and leave, that would be a strange thing."

"There are only those who are thieves for a thousand days. How can you be a thief for a thousand days? Are you willing to be remembered all the time?"

"Then what can you do?"

"Isn't there Pamela? I heard you say that it is the same as clairvoyance, and can see everything?"

Everyone turned their eyes to Pamela with eagerness in their eyes.

Seeing that Pamela was still silent, Ling Fei asked:

"Pamela, can you confirm Booker's location?"

"able!"

Pamela answered very simply, and everyone was overjoyed.

But its next sentence extinguished everyone's thoughts as they looked at each other:

"But I don't have enough authority to give you a reminder. Here, the central control computer is the only one with the highest authority other than the inheritors. And this computer, as you know, can be stupid. All its actions follow the procedures. , so before the master wakes up, I can only wait."

It turned out to be like this, no wonder Pamela has been silent all the time, it turned out that she also encountered a depressing thing.

Ling Fei nodded, and was about to say something more, when suddenly the corners of his eyes twitched, a chill surged into his heart, and without a word, he picked up the crystal stump and walked towards a certain direction in the open space.

"boom!!!"

A dull impact sounded, and a black figure was quickly knocked into the air, shot backwards, and hit the ground, it was a hand!

"It's weird, everyone cheers up, it seems that Booker can't help it."

Ling Fei stared at the hand on the ground, a strange thought came to his mind, he planned to go up to see what happened, but after taking two steps, his face became gloomy, and at some point, his pupils shrank into a pinhole.

The fingers of the hand that was broken on the ground twisted quickly and turned over struggling. Under the eyes of everyone, all five fingers were used together, and it disappeared into a dark corner like a lizard.

It's so wicked!

Ling Fei swept around and calmly ordered:

"Get ready to fight, it seems that this envoy of Booker has unexpected abilities."

Hunter felt his neck tightened and couldn't speak. Everyone else was paying attention to the hand that knocked into the air. No one thought that the other hand had already touched his neck without anyone noticing, pinching him. He was out of breath.

Who will save me? Hunter stretched out his arms and stretched forward, hoping to attract Hannah's attention, but he didn't make any sound at all, and a fear came to his mind. Am I going to die like this?

It is not a happy thing to be shrouded in the shadow of death. Speaking of it, Hunter is also unlucky. Who made him stand alone at the end, even farther than Hannah.

But ah, the more afraid of death, the more people stare at him. Being strangled to death under the eyelids of five big living people, I am afraid it is a strange injustice through the ages. Vague.

It seemed that he was really going to be nailed to the pillar of shame, this kind of aggrieved way to die.

"Zi pa pa pa pa!!!"

A strong electric current flowed into the old man's whole body along Hunter's leg, shaking the old man's whole body like a sieve.

It wasn't until this moment that people turned their heads and noticed that the old man sat down on the ground, and a shadow quickly got down from his body and disappeared into the darkness.

"Whoosh!"

"Pfft...!!"

But Hannah's arrow was faster, pierced through the air, and pinned the black figure to the ground fiercely. Another hand!

That hand froze violently, and then, like all animals, fell into a frenzy that was on the verge of death. With the five fingers in the belly, it suddenly stood up, ah, pulled out the arrow, and just about to run again, a white light flashed, and the hand shot again. It was Ling Fei's crystal thorn that was nailed to the ground.

That hand froze violently, and then, like all animals, fell into a frenzy that was on the verge of death. With the five fingers in the belly, it suddenly stood up, ah, pulled out the arrow, and just about to run again, a white light flashed, and the hand shot again. It was Ling Fei's crystal thorn that was nailed to the ground.

"Ahem... Fortunately, old man, I have practiced Jiu-Jitsu for fifteen years. Otherwise, my neck would be twisted by this bastard, and my life would almost be lost. Thank you, Pamela."

Sitting paralyzed on the ground, the aggrieved feeling of unjust death gradually dissipated. Looking at Pamela beside him, the old man was extremely grateful.

Listening to the old man's words, everyone touched their necks subconsciously, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to their foreheads. This is so fucking evil.

But what followed was anger, he jumped up suddenly, and walked towards that person cursing, with a ferocious face, telling everyone that the old man was finally angry.

"What the hell is this?"

asked the old man angrily.

Ling Fei stared at the wildly dancing hands, pondered for a moment and said indifferently:

"If I'm not mistaken, this is Booker's hand. I don't know what method he used, but he can divide the body and attack."

When the old man heard it, his eyes lit up, and he grinned, but no matter how you look at this smile, it is so hideous and terrifying:

"Oh? You mean, this is the bastard's hand, didn't he change it with some magic?"

Ling Fei didn't answer, but the cold look in his eyes made Hunter tremble all over, and he became sober all of a sudden, he almost forgot that this man is also a murderer.

Turning his head to look at the arms bumping into each other and struggling violently on the ground, the old man sneered:

"I'm afraid it's not your hand, Booker. Since you make the old man uncomfortable, I will make you unhappy."

After finishing speaking, he gritted his teeth and took out a crystal porcelain bottle from his pocket, opened it carefully, and looked at his cautious appearance, as if there was a scourge inside.

A drop of colorful potion slowly dripped down on that hand.

The hand froze at first, but then struggled more violently, the skin began to emit green smoke, and the flesh began to fester rapidly.

Ling Fei's eyes jumped, and he quickly pulled out the crystal thorns. He didn't want to be contaminated by this inexplicable ghost thing.

The festering speed quickly spread to the entire palm at a speed that could not be judged by the naked eye. After just a few breaths, the palm turned into bones, crystal clear bones.