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Calm down, you have to calm down, Ghost Butterfly, you have to calm down.

Walking in the silent mountain forest, Ghost Butterfly lowered his head and stopped looking behind him. He held the matryoshka doll tightly in his hands in his cloak, and his breathing was deliberately slowed down.

breathe--

breathe--

Crash--

not good! In the extreme silence, Ghost Butterfly suddenly noticed a rustling sound coming from the depths of the mountain forest on the right, like the sound of leaves blown by the wind. But as soon as he fell into Wuluo Mountain, he fell into a group of corpse-turned-flying foxes. I have been extremely familiar with this sound for a long time, and there is no way I can admit it wrong.

"run!"

Ghost Butterfly's expression suddenly changed on the spot and he ran in the opposite direction. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the infected person following closely behind him and had no time to worry. I ran too fast, and my cloak rippled behind me. The stressed butterfly wings tried to get up but were suppressed by the cloak. The mountain forest was full of criss-crossed dead trees and shrubs, which were not suitable for flying at all. The wide butterfly wings were more like a burden, but nevertheless Zero alienation still has its benefits. The ghost butterfly ran away wildly, its forehead butterfly whiskers trembling to capture the humidity in the air.

Crash--

"Hey——!"

"嘤嘤——!!"

The sound of violent shaking of branches and leaves is getting closer and louder, and the shrill and piercing cry of a baby tears apart the silent dawn. Dozens of dark blood shadows fly among the dead branches like ghosts, and a wave of waves fills the air. The beastly smell mixed with blood was nauseating. They were getting closer, getting closer, but before they caught up, the ghost butterfly flew over the next cliff. A sharp wind came from behind. The butterfly's vision allowed him to see behind him, six or seven. A corpse-turned-flying fox chased after him, its sharp claws flashing with cold light. The one who was closer to him was the infected person. He was as light as a black cat, leaping between the rocks, and his flexible black cat tail swept away the person closest to him. The corpse flying fox was thrown away, and the golden bell on its tail seemed to deform for a moment. The corpse flying fox swept away by it was killed immediately, and it hit the ghost butterfly.

Butterfly's vision was sharp, and Ghost Butterfly could clearly see the yellow mucus overflowing from the mouth and nose of the bloody monster that was still squirming... Slime! Ghost Butterfly's back trembled with chills, and he leaned back violently, trying his best to avoid the contaminated flying fox corpse that hit him, but he inevitably got closer to the zombie-turned-flying fox that was chasing after him. The stench of rotting pus and blood made people's scalp numb. Ghost Butterfly's brain was in a trance for a moment, and a familiar and urgent male voice suddenly sounded.

‘Ghost Butterfly, behind you - come to me quickly! "

Ghost Butterfly was shocked. This was the sound of dark clouds. Even if there are various opinions about Dark Clouds, the guides whose lives and souls are connected can indeed deliver life and death and can be trusted.

'Ghost Butterfly, I killed it, but there are more behind it - come, I will take you to hide it! "

Wuyun's weapon still had the body of the flying fox hanging on it, and he stretched out his hand to him. The tour guide's cloak was lifted up by the strong wind of the fall, and the dark and wide ghost butterfly wings fluttered. The ghost butterfly he brought with him recovered flexibly from the fall, and the hand holding the hunting bow suddenly strangled Wu Yun's throat, ignoring his disbelief. With a shocked look on his face, Ghost Butterfly suddenly exerted his strength, and the bow string that clicked as the tiger's mouth cracked suddenly strangled Wu Yun's neck.

His head hung down weakly, and the skin peeled off in an instant, revealing scarlet flesh. What he strangled to death was a corpse-shaped flying fox as big as a deer deer. The moment the corpse flying fox was strangled, the ghost butterfly fell to the ground and turned over to relieve its strength. Three or four corpse flying foxes in a small circle also rushed towards him. He waved his bow to resist one and then immediately turned around and whipped his legs. He kicked another one away, and when blood spattered, he pulled out the flying knife wrapped around his waist with his backhand. Five cold rays tore through the air and nailed the other two corpse-turned-flying foxes into the rock wall. The ghost butterfly turned forward with its hands on the ground. Avoiding the attacks of the two zombie-turned-flying foxes, No Longer Lianzhan used his bowstring to twist the corpse of the largest zombie-turned-flying fox and ran towards the stream.

There are many fewer dead trees and shrubs under the cliff, leaving only large tracts of withered yellow tall grass. Behind the ghost butterfly, the wide black butterfly wings flutter and stretch out like layers of silk skirts, carrying the wind, allowing the ghost butterfly to run five times with every step. Six meters away, he threw the corpse-turned-flying fox behind him and ran out. The hundred-meter-high grass suddenly became shorter. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly opened up. The sound of gurgling water could be heard. There was a stream in front of him, and a unique smell filled the damp and cold air. , the closer you get to the stream, the sparser the withered grass becomes, until in the end there is only a bare piece of land with a layer of snow-like hoarfrost on it.

In the saline-alkali land, there are no dead trees or shrubs anymore, not even a few weeds can be seen, there is nowhere to hide, and there is no place where the corpse-turned-flying fox can use its strength to leap. There were several rocks half as tall as a man by the stream. Ghost Butterfly hid behind the rocks, holding a hunting bow in one hand and a flying knife in the other. Looking behind cautiously and nervously, he saw individual figures poking out from the edge of the tall withered grass. Bloody heads.

More than a dozen corpse-turned-flying foxes stood up like meerkats, staring at him ferociously, but did not move forward. They prefer to move in dense forests and do not like to come down from trees. This is the life-saving experience summed up when ghost butterflies were chased by a group of flying foxes that turned into corpses and fled for their lives.

Only a dozen of the dozens of zombie-turned-flying foxes originally chased him down. These dozen did not chase him out of the tall grass. They just stood on the edge of the withered yellow tall grass and stared at him eagerly, and then gradually disappeared into the grass.

"call……"

Even though he knew that the corpse-turned-flying foxes were probably still entrenched in the grass and had not left, seeing that they did not set foot on the salt-alkali land in the end, the ghost butterfly still felt a little relieved and slowly exhaled. The cracked tiger's mouth was burning and painful, and the corpse-turned-flying fox's blood was It flowed down the bow string, and the black and red patches filled his palms. Even the lacerations on the tiger's mouth were contaminated, swollen and shiny, and red and black.

I don’t know if the zombie flying fox carries blood poison, but it doesn’t matter to the ghost butterfly. The tall, thin black-haired man lowered his head and took the tiger's mouth into his mouth, sucking up all the dirty black blood. When he raised his face, his soft tongue curled like a butterfly's mouthparts. The butterfly wings behind him trembled happily, and the satin-like black tail protruded like a kite. The ribbon happily entangled the deer-sized flying fox corpse that fell on the ground, and was kicked aside by the ghost butterfly's toes.

This was his 'prey' today, so taking it back would be an explanation. While dealing with the laceration on the tiger's mouth, the ghost butterfly searched the surroundings with hidden eyes, looking for the infected person. With the prey in hand, he could deal with other things -

"run."

!

A breath whispered close to Ghost Butterfly's ear, so close that he could feel the cold exhalation. At that moment, Ghost Butterfly's brain was shut down and he couldn't think. The butterfly wings filled with poison suddenly fluttered open, but he was already violently beaten. He was pushed against the rock, causing severe pain in his back and a burst of bloody smell in his chest. His wrists were grabbed and pushed to the top of his head, and the butterfly wings were tightly wrapped in the cloak and crushed to death, just like a butterfly being pounced by a cat, completely unable to struggle.

Can't hide——

The ghost butterfly phoenix opened his eyes in fear and looked at the infected person who had silently and completely suppressed him. He gritted his teeth so as not to show any weakness, and his brain was working hard not to give up any chance of escape. The infected person leaned over and looked at him, like glass beads. There was an inhumane coldness in his eyes, his cat ears leaned forward, his free hand raised his fingers, rubbed the black blood on his cheek, and uttered a word in a cold voice.

"run."

"Tsk, run? Why are you running?"

Ghost Butterfly sneered coldly, gritted his teeth and taunted: "If you want to see me running away in embarrassment and playing cat and mouse tricks, then you'd better stop thinking about it!"

Of course he will run if he can, and there is no shame in running away! But there was really no chance - especially when he saw that the black scars on the cheeks of the infected were gradually fading, which meant that the toxins were constantly dissolving, Ghost Butterfly felt even more anxious and depressed. When the edges of his butterfly wings are tightened, a jet-black poisonous wing knife as sharp as a steel blade will pop out. When he struggled just now, it slashed across the cheek of the infected person, dyeing half of his face black, and the raised blue blood vessels looked ferocious. Terrible. This poison will paralyze the entire body and eventually dissolve into a puddle of pus. Ghost Butterfly is betting that even if Slime controls the infected person, he will not be able to completely replace the infected person's body.

The current Wuluo Mountain is too unstable. Once a tour guide of their caliber comes in, it will definitely cause earth-shaking changes. As long as the infected person is still his own body, the poison will have some effect, and that is his only chance to escape.

However, the infected person's resistance to the poison completely ruined his adventurous plan. I have never heard of Toxoplasma gondii having any phagocytic resistance to the poison. I'm afraid it can only be because he and the infected person are both dark cloud tour guides. The indirect connection made it impossible for the deadly toxin to kill the infected person, and even the paralysis did not last long.

How to escape? Is there any chance to avoid being invaded by slime? Ghost Butterfly thought hard and looked at the gurgling stream from the corner of his eye. Different from other clear streams, the water is blue-green, with patches of snow-white salt on the shore. If you look carefully, you can see that there are dense insects floating on the surface of this stream.

The strong smell of pollution came from the stream, along with the wet smell of salt, making the ghost butterfly's throat thirsty, and its tongue couldn't help but want to turn into a butterfly's mouthparts to drink. This stream is probably attractive to demonic insects, so can it be used to divert the attention of the infected? Even if there is only a moment of opportunity——

"Run? Why run?"

Ghost Butterfly's pupils shrank suddenly, and the infected person suddenly said these words to him, as if he could understand what he was thinking! He drew out his voice, and even imitated Gui Butterfly's slightly airy ending, which sent chills down Gui Butterfly's spine, and felt like there was a hole in his heart that couldn't be filled. Listening to the infected person's similar tone of voice, it's like meeting the Painted Skin Ghost. After learning everything about him, he will replace his identity, bringing Ghost Butterfly deeper despair——

"If you want to see me run away in confusion and play cat and mouse tricks, then you'd better stop thinking about it——"

…

"ha?"

Ghost Butterfly was stunned and looked at the infected person in disbelief. He couldn't believe his ears. He only thought that this was some kind of visual and auditory hallucination, or some ridiculous joke. Ha... Could it be that the infected person is learning to speak from the word 'run'? Learn word for word? How can it be! Now there are just the two of them here, there is no need to pretend! The slimes have come out and been seen by him. Doesn't that mean they want to devour him and silence him?

You can't play tricks like learning to talk now. Cat's claws and mice have to be fun to play with, but Ghost Butterfly doesn't see the value of being tortured like this. unless……

Unless there is someone else... who even the Devourer is afraid of temporarily restraining himself from...

"Okay, get out of the way."

The ghost butterfly retracted its wings and struggled a little. Seeing that he didn't look like he was going to scratch his face with his wings again, the infected person paused for a moment and then slowly released his hand, mumbling the newly learned words in his mouth. The ghost butterfly ignored him and looked like a mentally retarded ghost infected by slime. After getting rid of the restraints, he immediately stood up straight, bypassed the rock and looked towards the cliff behind -

At this glance, he saw a huge fire fox standing on the mountain, surrounded by bloody corpses of flying foxes. The Fox King looked down at them, with the moonlight shining between its front paws. Guide Zero was also there, and other returning foxes also raised their heads to look at them. For a moment, Ghost Butterfly's pupils trembled and her mouth tightened.

It was so safe. This sense of security made Gui Butterfly speechless. Great ecstasy welled up from the depths of his chest. His whole body felt as if he had returned from the underworld to the sun, and his eyes were about to burst into tears. He could only take a deep breath to suppress the almost boiling emotions, but there were still extremely strong thoughts in his mind that could not be dispelled.

He has little hope in this life, but can Wuyun also be the first?

When can he become the strongest traveler?