Players are struggling to survive under the invasion of evil spirits, and have no energy left to deal with others.
Mu Su let these poor people go and returned to the hut with Ying Hua.
He refused Yinghua's request to go with him, and left the old wilting child in the hut to protect Yinghua. He put the head back on his neck and wrapped several circles of bandages to hold it in place.
Lifting his hood and hiding his face in the shadows, Mu Su held an oil lamp and left alone.
This is his alone battle.
Lonely footsteps sounded in the misty night, and the oil lamp glowed faintly, illuminating the surrounding area to a limited extent of two to three meters.
Whispers could be heard faintly, and countless eyes secretly watched the gray-robed figure walking on the street.
After a moment, the figure stopped and stood in the center of an intersection.
The figure standing at the crossroad stopped moving, as if waiting for something.
A sense of voyeurism emerges, indescribable things are hidden in the thick fog, and resentment looks out.
His shadow spread into the darkness, and the flames shaking in the lampshade caused his shadow to sway slightly.
A dry sharp claw poked out from the thick fog, hidden in the shadow, and clawed at the figure's back.
A breeze blew that could not lift the fog, the oil lamp swayed, the shadows shifted, and the dry claws were illuminated by the light.
Green smoke billowed out from the green claws, and they suddenly retracted.
Peace has returned here.
The screams echoing in the thick fog could not make the figure move at all, the shadows floating in the fog could not make the figure move at all, and the crazy townspeople running past the intersection could not make the figure move at all. Until a certain moment, the figure's
The hood moved slightly and the head lifted.
It was the shadow of a pitch-black claw peeking out from around the corner.
The shadow of the fire thief was attracted by the firelight and the breath of the living, and stretched out from the darkness.
Its darkness is completely different from that of night, deeper and purer.
A shadow darker than black.
The shadow of the stolen fire approached the figure and the light. But when it was about to enter the fire, it paused and noticed some change of direction and passed by the edge of the light.
The figure suddenly leaned forward at this moment, took several quick steps and stepped on the sharp claws of the Shadow of the Stealing Fire with great accuracy.
The Shadow of the Stealing Fire was alarmed and stepped back.
The figure was chasing after him, and every step he took was accurately hitting the shadow of the stolen fire. The two retreated and then advanced, approaching the wooden wall at the edge of the town.
The shadow of the stolen fire extends into the depths of the thick fog, and pure darkness guides the direction. The black shadow can see the outline beyond the light.
A few minutes later, the shadow of the stolen fire suddenly turned from retreating to upward, and the outline of a black shadow appeared on the edge of the oil lamp.
He chased him under the wooden wall.
"You can't run away..."
A low voice sounded from under the hood. The figure looked around, stared deeply at the shadow of the stolen fire on the wooden wall, then turned and walked towards the wooden house on the roadside.
Stepping on the guardrail, the figure climbed up the sloping roof.
He raised the oil lamp high and saw clearly the wooden wall of a similar height three or four meters away. He stepped back to the edge, took a few steps and jumped out!
Breaking through the heavy fog, the gray robe was fluttering, and the figure jumped three or four meters into the air, passing directly over the wooden wall and falling to the outside world.
Bang——
His feet were stuck in the soil, and his figure staggered to the ground. To his shock, a head rolled out of the hood and fell several meters away.
The head was that of a child, with black hair, black eyes, and pale skin with a few traces of blood.
The headless body with the shriveled hood remained motionless, and the atmosphere became quiet.
The oil lamp lying beside him was shaky, flickering on and off.
After a few seconds, the headless figure moved its fingers and got up little by little.
Mu Su staggered a few steps, picked up the head that had fallen to the side, brushed off the dust, and wrapped the bandage around it again.
Returning to the place where he dropped it, he picked up the oil lamp and looked around, but could not find the location of the Shadow of the Stealing Fire.
But he knows where it is.
Lifting his hood again, hiding his face, Mu Su walked along the abandoned street toward the coastline.
On the way, he encountered a visible sound, and closed his eyes to avoid it. He encountered a headless spirit, and after standing silently, it left first. He encountered the song of the dancing skirt, and ignored each other. He encountered a blood-red door.
The red light blooming from the gate dyed the thick fog into blood.
Perhaps because he was transforming into a ghoul, the blood-red door ignored him and allowed him to walk past the door.
Ten minutes later, Mu Su arrived at the coast.
The sound of the tide laps on the shore, and the salty sea breeze is mixed with the fishy smell from the abyss.
A lonely figure and a limited number of oil lamps stand in front of the endless beach, creating a sense of openness and tranquility.
The wet coastline left a line of footprints, and Mu Su walked along the coast.
The Shadow of Fire Stealing comes from the deep sea, and you can definitely find it here.
The footprints behind him were smoothed by the tide, the gray robes blew gently, and the sea breeze was moist and cool.
It didn't take him long. Before approaching the coastline of a dead forest, Mu Su saw the hazy pure blackness in the mist more than ten meters away.
Approaching it without making a sound, Mu Su raised his foot and stepped on it.
Wow——
The sound of the waves remained, and nothing happened.
Musu waited patiently.
One minute passed, and two minutes passed. At the fourth minute, the sharp claws stretching towards the thick fog gradually retreated, retracting into the sea.
Mu Su silently put the oil lamp under his feet, leaving a circle of marks on the beach. He raised his head and glanced at the sky.
The sky was a little brighter than before, and it was almost early morning.
He picked up a pebble as big as a human head and followed the shadow of the Stealing Fire into the cold and biting sea water.
The seawater submerged his ankles, calves, thighs, waist, and chest until his body was completely submerged in the sea.
He is immortal.
Under the deep and invisible mud of the seabed, Mu Su left a trail of footprints, slowly pursuing the retracted pure black.
The surging undercurrent gradually disappeared with the depth, and the seawater crowded in from all directions. The loose gray robe slowly floated, and silky blood seeped out from under the bandage.
A few minutes later, Mu Su was far away from the coast. The water here was nearly fifty meters deep, and boundless darkness and silence flowed everywhere. Only the pure black guided the way forward.
600 meters from the coast.
The water depth is 100 meters.
There was no light, nothing could be seen, and I didn't even know what I was walking on.
The Shadow of the Stealing Fire retreated to the end more than ten meters away. There, a pure charred head was placed on a pure black stone platform.
Mu Su approached the stone platform, slowly lifted the stone, and smashed it down with all his strength.
In the surging water, a sharp claw suddenly grabbed out of the head and severed Mu Su's right arm.
It was also at this time that the stone fell and separated the head from the stone platform.
Snap——
An inaudible sound rang out under the deep sea, and the shadow of the stolen fire swelled and exploded like a balloon.
…
The sky was filled with mist and light.
It was approaching six o'clock in the morning, and the darkness gradually receded.
On the coast, the tide foamed and lapped on the beach. This scene lasted for a long time, and a silhouette emerged from the water.
Mu Su walked up from the bottom of the sea holding a severed right arm in his left hand and a charred head in his right hand.
