Watch Out! Danger Ahead

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Under the impact of the'dead soul', the figure trembled like a small boat in the squally wind and sea. The sweat washed his thin cheeks, and washed the blood and stains on his face into black water. The strands dripped down the cheeks.

"Dead, spirit, altar, can't wake him up, otherwise, if you can't step past, become...sacrifice, burial altar, soul will be imprisoned here, become a slave, and never exceed life."

When he said this, the despair in his eyes was too strong, as if it was about to overflow.

Hearing his words, the other fugitives raised their lowered heads lower, and a feeling of sorrow and despair spread. The "dead souls" floating around seemed to feel this frustration and couldn't help but bear it. Influence, a greater wailing sound.

"He?" Song Qingxiao caught the key word in his words, "Who is'he'?"

When she asked this, the talking fugitive was even more frightened, his cheeks twitched uncontrollably, and the half-dry blood droplets on his split lips were drawn into sticky silk with his open and closed mouth. There was a red spider web on his mouth, trying to seal his mouth.

"Dead... Spirit... Dharma... Dharma, teacher..." He said this with great difficulty, and every time he uttered a word, the evil spirits around him cried when they heard the "Necromancer". It stopped!

The man reluctantly finished speaking, bowed his head with a sway, retracted into the team, and refused to speak any more.

Song Qing looked down on him, and probably couldn't ask anything useful anymore.

Judging from the current situation, this square has been awakened, so the altar of the dead must be passed by!

Since the so-called ‘Necromancer’ is not behind the stairs, it must be on the altar!

Song Qing looked at Number Six:

"I, No. 1, and No. 7 go to the front, among them, No. 5 and No. 6 are off."

She repeated the previous arrangement again, and this time, after responding on the 6th, there was no objection.

The Altar of the Undead may be just one of the passages to escape the terrorist camp, and there may be other problems later. If you want to get news from these fugitives, you need to save their lives and make them speak willingly.

These people are threatened with death. Ordinary threats do not have much effect on them. Only by finding another stream can everyone have more chances of survival.

"I think the highlight may be on it."

No. 5 swallowed his mouth, glanced at the top of the high altar, and said softly.

Number One also agreed with him, and reached out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead:

"It's better to walk in the forefront together with everyone, so that you can take care of it."

The "dead soul" below is just an illusion that appears under the influence of strong spiritual power. The real altar of the dead may be on the stairs.

There is also the "Necromancer" who has never appeared in the mouth of the fugitives. The name alone makes the "dead souls" look frightened, which may be difficult to deal with.

Among the seven trialers, the number two and number four are currently dead, and only five people have survived.

Among these five people, everyone's strength has been discounted to a certain extent after being consumed by the previous two-headed dogs and giants.

Even after a short rest and recuperation, it is impossible to fully recover to the peak level. At this moment, knowing that there is a problem on the altar above the head, the five trials will be separated again, I am afraid there will be a crisis.

How far this escape route is, everyone doesn't know, but the few people who have survived know in their hearts that in this mission, the chances of everyone working together to survive this mission are greater than those of fighting alone.

Although the temptation to earn 14,000 points is great, although the points are good, you have to spend your life.

No. 2 and No. 4, who had played such an idea, were reminding the rest of them shortly after they died.

After No. 1 said this, No. 5 and No. 6 didn't make a sound, which obviously had the same meaning as him.

The seventh is mainly the sixth, and there is no other opinion.

Song Qingxiao pondered for a moment:

"Indeed, the'Necromancer' may be on the altar." She first agreed with what Number Five said, but then the conversation changed:

"But I always feel that this square may still be tricky."

She felt that the lifelessness here was abnormal, and these ‘undead’ expressions were grim, but they did not have much lethality.

Number Four and the fugitive seemed to have been sucked up with nutrients, and the internal organs and blood stains that had disappeared from the ground were all weird.

"Just in case, proceed as planned."

At this point, she is no longer ready to explain.

No. 5's heart shuddered, and he and No. 6 looked at each other a bit, nodded, and stopped talking.

After making a decision, Song Qingxiao and No.1 and No.7 took the lead in the direction of the stairs. There were countless "dead" rushing towards them along the way, trying to block their footsteps, and then "whooping" weeping through. Their bodies.

Even if you know that these "dead souls" are not lethal, it is still very exciting to collide with so many "ghosts" at close range.

The clothes on the back of No.1 were dry and wet, the hairs stood up against the shirt and made a rubbing sound, the spirit was tense, and he did not let go of his hands while holding the crossbow.

Among the three, Song Qingxiao had a firm expression, passing through the "dead souls", smashing their spiritual bodies to pieces. Her powerful mental power made these "dead souls" afraid, and she did not dare to wear them on her easily.

On the 7th, her eyes were closed from start to finish. Her long hair had turned into a thin snake with her head up and her tongue out, making sizzling sounds one after another.

Number One had seen her kill with a snake, and was quite jealous of her.

At this moment, he admired Song Qingxiao's calmness. Whether it was the weird number seven or these terrifying ‘undead’, it seemed that they couldn’t change her face.

The fugitives lined up and followed Song Qingxiao and the others, carefully restraining their breath, trying not to make a sound.

There are still a few steps away from the steps, and the sweat on the forehead of No. 1 is denser, and the ‘undead’ rushed in groups, screaming, trying to force them to stay away from the stairs.

The breathing sound of No. 1 is gradually rapid~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After knowing that there is such a "Necromancer", he kept turning his head around, trying to find the trace of the "Necromancer", but as far as the eye can see, But they are all terrifying "dead souls", which is terrifying.

"Woo..."

"Go back... go back..."

"The mage will use you to light up the street lights of hell..."

"Go back... go back..."

These ‘undead’ crying one after another sharply sounded in the first consciousness, even if he tried his best to cover his ears, he could not prevent the sound from invading.

Under such a cry, the willpower gradually disintegrated. The cold sweat on No.1 became more urgent. When the yin wind blows, his whole body seems to be cold to his bones, and the cold death air blows his bones. Looks faintly painful.

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