Gordon suddenly raised his head and stared at the green fire at the entrance of the cave. A thin and tall black figure was reflected on the rock, swaying with the misty and flickering green light.
A star dart slipped out of the cuff and fell into Gordon's palm.
The black shadow showed no reaction, like a pendulum swinging slightly, exuding a strange and quiet aura.
Gordon looked at the entrance of the cave, leaned down and slowly backed away. The other party didn't seem to notice him. Gordon suddenly moved to the left, went around to the other side, and quickly climbed up the rock hive. The rock tentacles were cold and the surface was rough and uneven, and it felt like bumps.
Bones. Maybe they are really bones. Where can there be so many huge rocks in this desert? Gordon used his hands and feet to quietly bypass other dark cave entrances and approach the black shadow from above. Regardless of whether the opponent is a horse thief or a ghost, this time, he wants a living victim
, to torture out the reality of the ghost town. It is not wise to wander into an unfamiliar territory and fight against evil spirits who do not know the details.
"Dang!" A star dart was shot out in a spinning direction, drawing a rapid arc and hitting the rock below the black shadow, attracting its attention. Gordon grabbed the rock wall and fell upside down into the hole from the top.
He grabbed it by the neck with lightning speed.
Lost it!
Gordon's heart sank. It was clearly in this position just now, but he missed it!
A gloomy force was like a huge wave of darkness, coming from behind, hitting Gordon's vest with severe pain, and he flew up into the air. A trace of gloomy energy seeped in, feeling cold and numb, and Gordon's limbs seemed to be frozen all of a sudden.
, difficult to move.
There was still a wisp of Yin Qi that penetrated straight into his mind and was instantly swallowed up by the dark side of his spiritual world. From the corner of Gordon's eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the black man standing quietly at his previous position at the foot of the rock hive.
The shadows flickered with the green fire.
Gordon was completely unaware of how the other party left the cave and appeared there.
"Bang!" Gordon slammed into the rock wall, and for some reason, he sank deeply in. What his body touched was not a hard rock, but a sticky mire, exuding bursts of rancid smell. Just for a moment, the rancid smell
The smell changed, becoming more and more fragrant, revealing an irresistible sweet temptation. It was as if the most wonderful smells in the world were fused together, making people feel itchy and wanting to open their mouths wide and take a few more breaths.
Gordon suddenly felt something was wrong, so he closed his mouth and nose and only breathed through the pores of his body; at the same time, he used his energy to expel the Yin Qi that invaded the body bit by bit.
The surrounding mire slowly squirmed, wrapping him up and dragging him deeper into the darkness.
"So hungry."
Suddenly, someone spoke in his ear. The voice was low and muffled, as if it was squeezed out of a crack in the stone. But Gordon couldn't see the person, and he couldn't detect any unusual aura.
"I'm so hungry, I'm really hungry..." The voice was pressed against Gordon's ears, repeated over and over again. The hairs in his ear holes could even feel a slight vibration, but nothing could be found.
The cobwebs of Yuanli rose and fell, constantly expelling the yin energy, and Gordon's hands and feet could move a little. He activated his breathing technique, and gradually entered a mysterious external circulation, and his whole body was connected to the swamp and integrated into one.
At this moment, he became part of this dark quagmire, and there was no distinction between inside and outside.
"Boom!" There was a sudden roar all around, and the silent quagmire seemed to explode. All kinds of strange cries, screams, and roars rolled in overwhelmingly, like sharp claws tearing open Gordon's eardrums and grabbing his heart.
All the voices shouted: "I'm so hungry! I'm so hungry!"
A rotten face suddenly appeared in front of Gordon's eyes, and he leaned face to face with it, his lips bulging with pus bubbles moved and closed: "I'm so hungry."
Gordon turned his head, and his forehead bone slammed into the rotten face, knocking the opponent sideways, and pus splashed out. He immediately reached out his arm and grabbed the rotten face, trying to find out. "Pfft!" rotten face.
It melted immediately under the tentacles and turned into dark black mud, seeping out from between Gordon's fingers.
"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry..." Rotten faces poured out from all around, and many mutilated corpses crawled out of the mud one after another. The rotten flesh and blood drooped on the gray-white bones, trembling, as if
It will fall off at any time.
Gordon punched frequently, and the carrion of these carcasses immediately exploded and melted into splashing mud when exposed to external force. However, more carrion surrounded them, almost endlessly.
Could it be that the mire was formed by the accumulation of rotting corpses? This mudflow was actually filled with dead corpses? Gordon's heart was startled, and he immediately cut off the external circulation and separated from the realm of being one with the mire. The surrounding visions disappeared, only
That first voice was still in his ears, whispering: "I'm so hungry, I'm really hungry."
The mire wrapped around Gordon and continued to flow deeper, as if it would never stop. Gordon began to struggle to break free and paddle in the opposite direction. If he did not leave here, he would eventually be trapped alive and turn into a corpse, completely
Become part of the mire...
"Leave me alone and go!" The black baboon pushed the crocus weakly, his voice was as dry and hoarse as a rubbing rag, and the hot breath exhaled from his mouth sprayed on the back of the crocus' neck.
Saffron couldn't remember how many times the black baboon said this. He gritted his teeth, tightened his left arm, and once again hugged the black baboon on his back, always holding the flute blade in his right hand.
There are hairs in all directions. The hairs growing out of the ground are endless, long and black, more than three meters high, like dense seaweed, tangled and fluttering in the gloomy night wind. Looking around, there are crocuses.
No other horse thieves could be seen. Entering the ghost town, the horse thieves disappeared one after another and died tragically. Just now, a gust of wind also disappeared deep into the dense bushes.
And no matter whether you pull it out with your hands, burn it with fire or chop it with a knife, you can't destroy this sea of long hair.
"Put me down." The black baboon struggled a few more times and gasped, "You can't escape with me. The ghost town is a little different from the last time we came here. I guess it devours all the living things.
The more people there are, the scarier it becomes."
Saffron still didn't say a word, his steps moved back and forth, and his eyes scanned the surroundings without stopping. He felt that the body on his back was getting hotter and hotter, like a ball of hot coals, and most of the palms on his shoulders were ulcerated and swollen.
Septic bluish-purple blisters. Counting the time, the black baboon is not far away from dying from the poison.
Maybe in a few hours, a few minutes, or even in the next second.
"I shouldn't have let you follow me." The black baboon coughed violently, blood gushing out of its nostrils.
Saffron touched the antidote in her arms, and then pulled out her hand as if she had been stung by a scorpion.
An extremely slight abnormal sound appeared in the left rear. Saffron rushed forward without thinking. At the same time, he lifted the flute blade back and dozens of cold lights shot out. He did not look back to see the result.
He ran deep into the hair bush as fast as he could, turned left and right, leaned over and stopped, listening to the movement around him.
The tip protruded like a bird's beak, and its head was hairless, like a pale egg shell. It was dressed in a tattered ancient robe from the Kingdom of Porcelain, looked around, and then disappeared into the hair again.
Crocus began to move again, gliding through the hair lightly and quickly. That horrible ghost could always find them and couldn't get rid of it no matter what.
But that's not what he cares about most.
"Why don't you ask me?" he said harshly after a while.