A black air squirmed quietly and spread up along the soul thread. Chu Cheng frowned. Has his death missile completely killed the female ghost?

Dozens of soul threads pounced on them and wrapped around the black air. In the black air, the female ghost's voice was shrill and cold.

Chu Cheng was unmoved and directly used soul refining to extract the remaining soul of the female ghost into soul matter. After all, it was a low-level ghost. Without red clothes, even the first-level magic could kill it.

Blue equipment?

This is quite rare. In fact, the mainstream equipment in the second world is white boards, and red equipment is good.

Even the so-called mainstream equipment is used for people with some strength. People like Chu Cheng are quite rare. Isn’t there a lot of white equipment in the warehouse of the Temple of Dawn?

Equipment with level means adding extra attributes. It sounds like white equipment is mediocre, but equipment without attributes is really incapable? Having weight means that it can produce heavy blow effects; with sharpness, it is possible to burst and kill; reasonable weight and easy to control the center of gravity means that the speed is much higher.

If a knife without attributes is cut down with one knife, will the head not fly?

Therefore, equipment with attributes is precious, and this additional attribute is often the key to turning the situation around.

Chu Cheng was checking the equipment attributes, and suddenly his brain was painful, like a steel needle stabbing without warning. If such a steel needle was really pierced in, Chu Cheng might not be so painful, and his brain's response to the puncture of sharp objects was not strong. However, this is just a description of Chu Cheng's pain that he couldn't stand steadily and fell to the ground.

Chu Xiang was shocked and wanted to go over and check it out. Chu Cheng's face had turned purple, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices, which was also purple.

The death save is activated and Chucheng enters a state of dying.

In his four-dimensional ring, the black turtle box flew out automatically, and the black turtle, the size of a palm, spit out a red pill at Chu Cheng.

The red pills were rolling around and quickly penetrated into Chucheng's body and disappeared.

Chu Xiang took out a bottle of the Dawn Temple's potion from Chu Cheng's bracelet, pinched Chu Cheng's mouth, and poured it all into him. Two black air spurted out from Chu Cheng's nose, with a strange smell of fishy smell in his breath.

The Xuan Turtle Box returned to the four-dimensional ring, and Chu Cheng struggled to get up, turned his head and vomited to the ground.

He spitted the sticky liquid on the ground, and the soil on the ground was burned into a pit.

"It's a legend." Chu Cheng's voice was blurry, and there was no place in his body that was not hurt, as if the pain in his mind instantly dissipated and could not be suppressed.

"Everyone goes offline!" Wang Qinglong realized that something was wrong. If it was a legend, everyone would have no ability to resist at all. Going offline to avoid is the only way. The indigenous people are not as good as the Galaxy adventurers, and it is unlikely that they will wait here for several days for a few weak adventurers.

Su Ji was the first to choose to go offline. Bai Yexing looked at Chu Cheng, and Chu Cheng reluctantly glared at him and said, "See you at the northern pier."

Hu Li didn't know when she left. When Wang Qinglong saw that everyone else had left, he said to Chu Cheng: "I'll wait for you at the northern pier, within three months."

Chu Cheng nodded barely, his face turned from blue to pale.

Seeing Wang Qinglong leave, Chu Cheng chose to go offline. In a blink of an eye, he returned to his login interface, the safe house of the Second World.

"Interesting, you seem to have a secret here."

Behind Chu Cheng, a woman in a dark red dress followed in like a ghost. She looked in her forties, with several long scars on her face, crisscrossing. Below her two eyes, there were blue and red tattoos, which looked like two snakes.

Chu Cheng was shocked, the safe house was not safe!

Without hesitation, he activated the suit skill on the Ashes Robe - Ashes Underworld, Ashes Burning.

Ashes unfolded, the entire safe house lost its light, the walls flowed like lava, the flames on the ground were dancing, and among the flames, pieces of ashes danced without wind.

The burning of ashes!

"hehe."

The woman in red dress opened her mouth and spitted out a white frost-like breath towards Chu Cheng. The flames in the entire safe room were frozen. Chu Cheng felt that his blood had become ice and his body was out of control.

"My name is Miao Yao, and I am entrusted by someone to end your life."

Chu Cheng suddenly felt that he was not cold anymore, but the coldness was his heart. This woman named Miao Yao must have a way to completely kill him!

Miao Yao approached Chu Cheng and looked at his face. In her eyes, golden pupils stood up. Chu Cheng saw her open her mouth, stretching out her forked tongue, and licking her face.

Cold, smooth.

"It's so handsome, no wonder the little girl of the Luo family was fascinated by you, and her sister was moved." Miao Yao smiled, and the scars on her face became more and more ferocious and terrifying.

Are you going to die?

Although Chu Cheng's soul has not been frozen, the strongest skill that may be activated is nothing more than the banshee's howl on the ring of Winter (Winterland Kingdom).

But Miao Yao's power, a fourth-level skill, could not turn the tables. The worst thing is that he could not speak, and Miao Yao did not have the idea of ​​communicating with him, and was simply performing it by himself.

The villain died because she talked too much? Even if she talked there for half a year, Chu Cheng couldn't think of any solution.

Miao Yao stood up, paced in Chucheng's safe room, and stroked the walls, tables, chairs, windows, and screens with her fingers. Every time she touched a place, would there be a little excitement in her upright golden pupils?

She opened the cabinet and saw the box in it, and couldn't help but giggle.

"I've given this to you. Luo Yan will be very sad after I eat you! But why is she so nice to you?" Miao Yao said, opening the box and seeing the snow-white bottle that holds the tears of the seventh level dawn.

"I can't see through you anymore. A necromancer actually has such a relationship with the Temple of Dawn!" Miao Yao was really surprised. The harvest this time was far beyond her expectations. However, someone entrusted her to kill someone once, and she could actually harvest temple items up to seventh level.

Miao Yao couldn't wait to put the tears of the seventh level dawn into her pocket, and turned around to look at Chu Cheng.

"The one-man show is really boring, Chu Cheng."

Chu Cheng stared at her eyes, and the expression on his face had frozen, unable to be angry or afraid. She knew her name and her relationship with Luo Yan, and someone entrusted her to kill her.

She is not from Qingcheng, otherwise Qingcheng would not have given herself a black turtle box.

"No need to ask, when you become my ghost, you will naturally know the causes and consequences. But at that time, you are already in hell hahahaha..."

Miao Yao laughed wildly, her red skirt flying.

As soon as she turned around, a scroll of pictures flew out of her body and spread out in the safe house. The materials in the safe house collapsed and merged into the picture.

The home that Chucheng worked hard to build was swallowed by this scroll, and a long street slowly appeared in front of him.

The blood moon hung on the eaves, and the beasts on the top of the building seemed to sense Chu Cheng's gaze, and they all turned around and stared at Chu Cheng's face. The strange scene was broken by the noisy sound of suona in a blink of an eye. Chu Cheng felt his body numb and shaking. He looked down at the front of the team, and the tall colored paper man held the suona with a loud and shrill voice.

Those paper people danced and slapped, their movements were stiff, and they moved forward like puppets.

Looking further down, Chu Cheng saw himself riding a paper horse, walking with him on the left hand of the paper horse, a car made of colorful paper. The curtains on the car window were lifted up, revealing Miao Yao's terrible face.

"Miao Gong." Miao Yao's voice was charming, and Chu Cheng felt a sense of sarcasm in his mind.

"Who... wants to kill me?" Chu Cheng's voice was a little hoarse, his neck twisted and his neck chuckled.

"I'm so impatient. When you wait for the wedding night, you can ask anything you want, just make me happy." Miao Yao's eyes were blurred, and the scars on his face were also twisting, as if they were impatient.

Chu Cheng stopped talking, he slowly turned his head and looked at the long street in front of him.

Under the bloody moon, the bustling street was like a group of demons dancing. A tall building in front of it was hung with bloody lanterns. In the railings on the second floor, several young and beautiful women in ancient costume waved their sweat towels at him. On the first floor, on the steps in front of the door, two evil ghosts dragged a body with iron hooks and pulled it into the gate.

The corpse was covered in blood and flesh, and the iron hook passed through the pipa bone, and the sharp hook was shining with a cold light.

The Achilles tendon of the corpse was cut off, the wound was turned open, and the color was pale.

On the other side of the street, there were snow-white thighs on the chopping board of a shop. The strong butcher was peeling off a person's head with a short knife. Just in front of the chopping board, a hunched ghost looked up and looked up. The butcher used the knife to snatch the eyeballs and threw them into the street. The ghost jumped into the air and swallowed it in one bite.

Looking at Chu Cheng's indifferent face, Miao Yao put down the curtains and said to Chu Cheng through the curtains: "In my hundreds of ghosts' night walks, I will die more than once. Think about it for a while, do you want to be good?"

"You are not an indigenous person, killing me is illegal."

In the paper-made carriage, Miao Yao's strange laughter came. There was disdain, pride, and unscrupulous pleasure.

In the woods by Bailu River, Chu Xiang was extremely anxious, but she couldn't go back to the safe house at all. For some reason, her power to go offline was cut off.

"Flying Skull, think of a solution!"

Feishou, who has always been talkative, raised his three heads, dragged his spine, and looked at the moon in the sky. For some reason, the moon seemed to be stained with a trace of blood, making the woods gloomy.

"I feel... the master is dying."

Chu Xiang raised the black sickle angrily, but he couldn't cut it down no matter what. If his brother died, what's the use of chopping off the skull by himself? He would have to die with him anyway, and he might be too.

"I'm really useless." Chu Xiang dropped the sickle dejectedly, sat on the ground and hugged her knees. The huge bone wings behind her closed, wrapping her body tightly inside.
Chapter completed!