Global Game, Start By Becoming A Necromancer

"Why would a young boy like you step on my head..."

Zhu Wenfu's eyes were dark at this time, and it seemed that he could see an endless abyss through these eyes.

Gu Qinghan wanted to struggle, but he saw that every joint of his body seemed to be controlled by a pair of strong hands.

Even though he tried his best to resist this manipulation, he was still slowly walking towards the other party.

Zhu Wenfu slowly raised his head, but this simple action was extremely strange.

From Gu Qinghan's perspective, he was like a puppet, his body being lifted up by an invisible thread.

Zhu Wenfu's voice was extremely weak, but it still contained strong resentment and unwillingness:

"Why can a kid like you have such power?

In order to deal with you, I turned myself into a human and a ghost. Why can you step on me! "

At this moment, the Death Swordsman appeared next to Qing Han and swung several swords around him.

It seemed that something had been cut off, and Gu Qinghan regained full control of his body again.

When he looked at Zhu Wenfu, he found that the shadow behind him became more solid.

At the same time, above Zhu Wenfu's head, a piece of paper that Gu Qinghan had seen before slowly appeared and was burning slowly.

That was a devil's contract, and this guy seemed to be trying to make something come to him through this method.

"You have no idea how terrifying the demon you are facing is. Instead of being dragged into the abyss and tortured, I would rather pull you into the water together.

Hahahaha, just die! "

The soul contract on Zhu Wenfu's head burned out quickly, and then his expression became twisted like crumpled paper.

"No, no!

It hurts! I regretted it! ah! ! ! "

Sounds containing endless pain came from his mouth, but his body could not move.

At this time, Zhu Wenfu was like a prisoner on the stake, with no place to run if he wanted to.

The shadow behind the other party slowly moved as if nourished by some force.

Gu Qinghan wanted to step back first, but suddenly felt that the feeling of being manipulated before appeared again.

At the same time, his head turned sharply behind him.

Fortunately, the Death Swordsman took action in time, saving Gu Qinghan from the fate of turning his neck.

A layer of sweat formed on Gu Qinghan's forehead. He looked at the solid shadow with shock in his eyes.

If he had turned around just now, even with the support of the Bear King's energy and blood, he would have been seriously injured.

Even though the world has been gamified, this vital part will still become everyone's weakness.

And this mysterious power was so weird and powerful that Gu Qinghan couldn't help but have the illusion that he was very insignificant.

He looked at the skeletons around him. At this time, all his temporary workers had turned into bones.

Only the skeletons he summoned were still struggling.

However, it seems that there is still an invisible force that controls them all in place.

"The smell of blood..."

Suddenly, an extremely hollow voice sounded in the room.

The sound was obviously not as loud as Zhu Wenfu's scream, but it could still be heard by Gu Qinghan.

He raised his head and saw that behind Zhu Wenfu, the shadow could move freely.

This phantom only had its upper body, like a millipede that had been sectioned off.

There seemed to be countless slender arms squirming around him, as if they were trying to grab something from the air.

At the moment when this phantom appeared, the Death Swordsman swung a black sword light and slashed at the opponent.

However, the arms surrounding the phantom just made a lifting motion, and the death swordsman's movements were stopped.

It was as if the Death Swordsman was caught by someone and forcibly stopped this attack.

At the same time, the phantom glanced at Zhu Wenfu in front of him and made a dissatisfied voice:

"Trash, you can't even do this well!"

A slender arm protruded from the shadow and stretched directly into Zhu Wenfu's body.

The next second, an illusory soul was pulled out by him.

Under Gu Qinghan's shocked gaze, the phantom sucked the soul into its mouth, and then made a creepy chewing sound.

Gu Qinghan could even faintly hear Zhu Wenfu's heart-rending screams of pain.

"Okay, even though it's just a shadow, it's enough to kill you...

Um? This breath..."

Gu Qinghan originally thought that the shadow was talking to him, but suddenly realized that he seemed to be talking to the Death Swordsman.

As for the identity of this phantom, Gu Qinghan could probably guess it.

Control the demon's shadow!

Zhu Wenfu's original intention was to let the demon of control descend on him, but the appearance of Gu Qinghan disrupted his plan.

However, he chose to burn his demon contract and forcibly summoned the shadow that controlled the demon to appear.

Judging from the screams the other party made later, it was clear that Zhu Wenfu didn't know that his soul would be devoured.

The Death Swordsman had regained control of his weapon at this time. He inserted the black giant sword into the ground, drawing out streams of flowing black breath.

Surrounded by these black auras, they seemed to be able to outline some invisible arms in the air.

When Gu Qinghan saw this scene, he immediately released a large amount of poisonous mist around him.

Suddenly, a purple miasma of weakness filled the room, outlining arms that appeared and disappeared.

He put away his skeletons, now that they were of no use at all.

The only person who can pose a threat to the control of the demonic shadow seems to be the Death Swordsman.

Without any hesitation, the Death Swordsman, wrapped in the black aura, killed towards the shadow controlling the demon.

Those black auras not only expose the invisible arms in the surrounding space, but also seem to have a strong ability to harm them.

Wherever the giant sword swept, those invisible arms disappeared one after another.

Gu Qinghan looked around at this time. With the help of the poisonous mist, those invisible arms were also exposed to his sight.

If a normal person saw this scene, his scalp would definitely be numb with fear.

Gu Qinghan felt like he was in a room full of transparent people. If he wasn't careful, he would be caught by those arms.

Then, force him to do something he would never do on his own.

The Death Swordsman slashed the surrounding arms while approaching the phantom.

When the shadow controlling the demon saw the Death Swordsman coming to kill him, he immediately controlled the corpses of the contractors in the room.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Gu Qinghan directly put away some of the corpses that were relatively close.

But even so, more than a dozen corpses stood up unsteadily.

They were like manipulated puppets, rushing towards the Death Swordsman.

The Death Swordsman immediately turned into a storm of blades, drawing these manipulated corpses into it.

But the flesh and blood that could have been easily cut open by the Death Swordsman were now harder than steel.

Even Gu Qinghan could hear the crisp buzzing sound the corpses made when they collided with the Death Swordsman's sword.

Needless to say, these corpses were enhanced by manipulative demons.

More than a dozen corpses surrounded the Death Swordsman, and there was a faint tendency to suppress them.

And Gu Qinghan suddenly saw the phantom turning to look at him, with a hint of contempt in his voice:

"The power of the Necromancer...are you still unwilling to give up?"

As he finished speaking, the invisible arms in the surrounding air seemed to suddenly increase in number.

The purple poisonous mist gave them shape, but it made it difficult for Gu Qinghan to see any hope of escape.

It seems that at this moment, Gu Qinghan's only fate is to be caught!