Xu Yue realized that one second she was still attacking her opponent, and the next second she was stunned on the spot and was almost killed by her sword.
Moreover, I seemed to have heard a strange scream just now. What was it?
Xu Yue turned around in surprise and saw skeletons crawling out of the ground with red will-o'-the-wisps in their eyes. She was so shocked that she took a breath of cold air.
My sister, what have you done?
There are countless dead people buried hastily in the mass graves. Under the red moon, in the gray world, the eyes are densely packed with red will-o'-the-wisps, striking directly into the depths of the soul, activating people's most primitive fears.
A particularly tall skeleton looked towards Prince Yehe. Under the dark skull, the rotten jaw with only a little flesh remaining opened and closed to the maximum, and suddenly its arms and legs crawled towards it.
The disgusting rotten stench hit his face, and Prince Yehe was so horrified that he shot out the arrow that had been full in his hand.
However, when the arrow pierced the skeleton, it did not cause any harm to him. It only caused him to stagger a little, and his speed was slightly delayed.
Soon he got up again, roared and continued to rush towards Prince Yehe.
Before this, no one probably knew what a real ghost scream was, but now, they heard it.
Hoarse roars full of resentment made the Xianbei soldiers tremble.
People's fear of primitive ghosts and gods makes them frightened just by seeing these dead people suddenly getting up.
"roar!!!"
Under the leadership of the black skeleton man, countless dead people flew over from the mass grave. They seemed to be able to fly, using their hands and feet together, and they were close in the blink of an eye.
Imagine that a rotten face suddenly grows in size in front of your eyes. What would it feel like?
Xu Yue held her breath, widened her eyes, and dared not move. She screamed in her heart: Ghost!
"There is a ghost! Real ghost! Ahhh!" Xianbei soldiers screamed in shock, which was even more exaggerated than Xu Yue's reaction.
"Don't leave me, my horse won't obey you, take me with you!"
"Help!"
"I don't want to die yet, don't hurt me, I was wrong!"
"Spare me, spare me..."
"..."
There was chaos outside the mountain forest. Under the attack of the skeleton army, the fierce Xianbei cavalry that people said could kill without batting an eye could only instinctively run for their lives and beg for mercy.
The horse couldn't run, so he was left behind. He could only kneel down in despair and beg his companions to save him, while closing his eyes and repenting, as if this would make these ghosts let him go.
"Young lady, come over here."
In fright, Xu Yue heard her sister's gentle call, suppressed the fear of seeing ghosts, and rode her horse to the highest point of the mass grave.
No Xianbei soldiers were in the mood to chase her. Facing this army of skeletons, they ran faster than her.
Human survival instinct is really a very clever thing.
Now look at Prince Yehe, who was still planning the cat-and-mouse fight just now. The bow and arrow in his hand had already been dropped due to panic.
At this moment, he was being chased by the black skeleton man, and he was so embarrassed that he had no consciousness to fight back.
Perhaps, deep down in people's hearts, they feel that all physical attacks are ineffective against these ghosts, so their subconscious reaction is to run instead of fighting back.
Prince Yehe looked back and saw a woman holding a staff on the mass grave, her whole body shrouded in black mist, like a messenger from hell, looking at him coldly, wanting to carry out a final judgment on him!
The black skeleton pounced forward again, and that corrupted face was completely unable to describe the fear it brought with the world's words.
The disgusting rotten smell hit his nose. Prince Yehe's hands and feet felt cold, and his body froze at some point.
He opened his eyes wide and forced himself to face this terrible darkness. He bit the tip of his tongue hard, used the sting to wake up his frozen body, and kicked the rotten face hard!
"roar!"
The black skull bit his foot and climbed up. Prince Yehe immediately felt that the horse under him was overwhelmed and weighed heavily. His hooves slipped and he almost fell down.
But fortunately, his mount was no ordinary horse, and he continued to run tenaciously. He also took advantage of the situation, pulled out his scimitar, cut off the black skull's head, and escaped.
However, the skull that was biting his leg still had its empty eyes open, shining with an eternal red light, staring at him strangely.
Looking at these eyes, Prince Yehe was shocked, and the world in front of him suddenly turned gray-white.
In the silence, the biggest fear deep in his heart emerged, and continued to magnify in front of his eyes until it completely enveloped him... The young man's whole body was shaking violently, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
He saw the dead bodies of his mother and brother being eaten by wolves, the ground covered with dazzling blood, and the cheers of other tribesmen...
The gray world eroded the fear of the Xianbei soldiers, and the road ahead seemed to turn black and gray, endless as far as the eye could see.
This black mist entangled them, and they could only keep running forward, trying to escape from this terrible place.
When the gray fog gradually dissipated, the empty river bank was full of Xianbei soldiers lying on the ground, their faces pale, as if their energy had been drained.
Prince Yehe among them has passed out and has constant nightmares.
In his dreams, Xu Erniang appeared repeatedly with a cold and judgmental face, becoming a shadow that made him tremble whenever he mentioned it.
At this moment, Xu Erniang in his dream was standing at the top of the mass grave, calmly watching them being eaten away by their own fear until their faces were extremely distorted.
No one thought that the goddess who unleashed light could transform into the most ruthless necromancer, plunging the entire world into endless fear and making it impossible to escape.
Xu Yue looked at the rotten corpses scattered all over the mass grave, and made sure that they were really "dead" again, and then she dared to spit out the breath she was holding.
He turned to look at his sister who was gradually smiling and no longer so gloomy.
Xu Erniang smiled softly and said, "An alchemist who doesn't want to be a necromancer is not a good light magician. How about it? I'm your sister, right?"
Xu Yue raised her thumb sincerely, "Sister, you are so awesome!"
Xu Erniang's smile suddenly became brighter, but she smiled, her face suddenly changed, and she squatted down holding her stomach.
"Sister!" Xu Yue was startled and hurriedly reached out to help her.
Xu Erniang couldn't stand and knelt on the ground leaning on Xu Yue. The blood on her face visibly faded and turned pale, her lips turned black, and large patches of sweat broke out on her forehead, as if she was about to faint.
"Have you run out of magic power? Sister, please drink some water first." Xu Yue hurriedly took off the water bag filled with glucose from her waist and fed her sister a few mouthfuls.
Xu Erniang took a few sips and gasped again. Then she recovered a lot. She raised her head and smiled at Xu Yue.
"Are you feeling better?" Xu Yue asked anxiously.
Xu Erniang nodded, with a hint of teasing and uneasiness in her smile.
Only then did Xu Yue realize that her sister's hand had been protecting her lower abdomen. An idea suddenly occurred to her, and her eyes widened in disbelief!