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chapter one hundred and thirty two.

"I'll attract this guy's attention later."

After the young man thought for a moment, a plan popped into his mind. If this plan worked, they could escape from here effortlessly.

"Are you... sure about this?"

Lan Ji was very worried. The undead in front of her was not a kind person. Is the young boy really capable of dealing with it?

"Yes, but I have to try it first. Pass me the lantern over there."

The young man knew that his plan should be feasible in theory, but without practice, he couldn't be sure.

"Uh, okay, be careful."

After Katiss lit the overturned lantern beside her, she handed it to the boy. Both she and Lan Ji watched the boy's next movements carefully.

After taking the lantern, the young man said solemnly: "You all hide behind the statue."

Then, regardless of what the two of them said, he walked towards the multi-handed undead.

"Giggle..."

The moment the boy was about to step out of the altar, the multi-handed undead had already raised two long hands high, and the other two long hands were hanging on both sides, which can be said to be both offensive and defensive.

Sure enough...it has some combat experience.

At this time, the boy has activated "Static Gaze", and every move of the multi-handed undead is under his control. From the posture of this multi-handed undead, it can be seen that it is also a veteran in combat, and it is estimated that it has fought fiercely with other undead.

If you were to fight him head-on, your chances of winning would be really low.

But who wants to fight you?

"Ah! Be careful!"

Amidst the screams of the two women, the boy took a step towards the altar, and the bone hands raised high in the air hit him directly.

Boom!!

A huge dent was made in the stone slab at the edge of the altar, and the wet soil underneath was dug out.

However, with a contemptuous smile on his face, the young man raised his head and stared at the blue flames dancing in the two holes of the undead. He still had no fear in the face of this terrifying monster.

Because... there is a safe zone behind us, what a coward!

When the multi-handed undead slowly pulled out the hands from the newly opened hole, the boy once again extended his legs outside the altar. The multi-handed undead smashed his hands down again, but they fell to the ground just like before.

Empty space.

Maybe he realized that the boy was playing tricks on him. After the multi-handed undead raised his hand the next time, he did not directly attack the boy who only stretched out one foot. Seeing this, the boy actually dared to jump out directly, and then jumped back to the altar when the undead attacked.

within the scope of protection.

"You actually use this method? It's amazing..."

The young man's actions stunned both Lan Ji and Katis. His repeated provocations to the undead were tantamount to dancing on the tip of a knife. No ordinary person would have the courage like him.

But after all, the boy has "static gaze" to slow down his opponent's movements. It is extremely easy for him to seize the right moment, and there is no possibility of playing with fire and burning his body.

The young man came up with this method as soon as he had an idea.

Since the multi-handed undead will not attack people within the altar, he can jump repeatedly across the border to grab the attention of the multi-handed undead.

After all, the multi-handed undead is not the multi-headed undead. As long as it can't be too distracted by the other two, it will greatly increase their chances of escaping.

Just when the multi-handed undead attacked again to no avail and was about to lift his hands from the hole, the young man immediately shouted to the two people behind him: "You can leave now!"

The young man has figured out that it takes five or six seconds for the undead to raise their hands. This time is enough for the two of them to run to the door.

"Ugh! Hurry!"

After Lan Ji and Katis reacted, they immediately held each other's hands and ran towards the exit holding the skirts that were in the way. However, the bone hands of the undead that had been hanging on both sides also moved, targeting the two people who were planning to escape.

, obviously it is not without precautions against this countermeasure.

"Hey! Try this!!"

But this—it was within the boy's expectation.

When the multi-handed undead moved the two hanging skeletal hands away, the young man immediately smashed the lantern in his hand into the broad forehead of the multi-handed undead.

At this time, all four hands of the multi-handed undead were in attack mode, unable to defend against the young man's sudden attack, and could only let the lantern be smashed.

Noticing the sight of the two people behind him, the boy had no energy to look back at this moment and just shouted: "Don't stop! You guys go quickly!"

The base of the metal oil lamp and the glass lampshade were smashed open. The lamp oil stored in the base mixed with the flames originally protected by the glass lampshade, and a raging fire immediately broke out.

The flames spread from the head of the Undead Many-Hands to the torso. Since the Undead Many-Hands were also stained with alcohol, the fire spread very quickly.

"roar!!"

Although the damage caused by flames to dark undead is limited, the bright fire will frighten the undead that live in darkness all year round.

However, the Many-Handed Undead is not an ordinary undead after all. Even though its whole body is being burned, it has long since lost the feeling of pain, and the fire not only does not frighten it, but only makes it angrier.

The multi-handed undead, half of its body covered in flames, let out a roar. This human boy had successfully aroused its anger.

Now it chose to let the two women leave, and the four skeletal hands that had just been stretched out were all retracted. Except for three of them, they were slapping back and forth towards the flames on its body, while the remaining skeletal hand was directed towards

The young man at the altar took the photo.

"Forehead?"

Realizing that the multi-handed undead attack was coming, the young man immediately shrank back.

However, the bone hand did not take a picture, but stopped in mid-air, as if there was some invisible barrier blocking its attack.

The young man turned around and looked around, and found that the runes around the altar were emitting a faint and peaceful light, and there was a faint sound of chanting in his ears, as if the white-robed monk from ten years ago was sitting next to him, piously.

Reciting a line of sage aphorisms that can quell evil demons.

Apparently, the evil aura emitted from the bodies of the many-handed undead has fully activated the entire altar formation.

Tsk! Damn it, why do I...

The young man covered his chest, and the golden runes seemed to have penetrated into his heart. At this time, the young man could clearly feel his heart beating violently, and at the same time, a sharp pain spread from his chest to his whole body.

It felt like a sharp sword was piercing his heart back and forth, and the severe pain went straight to his heart and lungs, making him miserable.

The severe pain caused the young man to stagger a step. With his whole body exhausted, he leaned his sweaty back against the statue before he could barely stand.

At this time, the statue of the goddess of light was still kind and calm, but the gaze she cast on the young man seemed a little colder.

"roar!!!"

After the angry multi-handed undead realized that he could not break through the barrier of the altar, he turned around and grabbed another wine barrel with his two long hands, raised it high, and planned to throw it at the young man in the altar.

But before that, the wine leaked out from the holes made in the lid of the barrel. The highly concentrated grain wine was poured on the undead with many hands whose whole body was on fire, causing the fire to further increase.

And at this time, the flames on the Undead with Many Hands followed the bone hand and burned onto the wine barrel, causing the leaking wine barrel to be ignited. Then the Undead with Many Hands threw the flaming wine barrel towards the young man.

"Well!!"

Although the young man was in poor condition at this time, he was not unable to move. He immediately lay down to the side and dodged the throwing attacks of multiple undead hands.

But this caused damage to the statue that was behind the boy. The burning wine barrel hit the statue hard. The seemingly solid statue actually had several cracks at the moment of contact, and the statue itself also suffered from this huge impact.

It slipped from the base due to force.

With a loud "boom", the statue of the God of Light that fell to the ground broke into several pieces.

"Tsk! In a sense, I should thank you."

The moment the statue of the God of Light was destroyed, the boy suddenly felt his body relax, and the pain in his chest and the chanting of the monks in his ears disappeared.

If he really stayed in the fully activated altar, he would probably be in bad luck.

Of course... the situation is just as bad now.

The flames started burning along the wine on the ground, and soon the entire basement was turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Before the fire burned him, the young man stood up and ran to a flat ground that was not on fire. The chill above his head made him look up and stare at the huge creature that was already close at hand.

"Giggle..."

The skeletal face of the multi-handed undead, whose whole body was covered in flames, still had a cold smile. The four skeletal hands were raised high, reaching out to the boy as if to hug a long-lost friend.

The statue of the god as the eye of the formation was completely destroyed, the magic-sealing formation maintained by the altar had expired, there was no safe place in the basement, and his originally planned escape route was blocked by the sea of ​​fire, leaving him with no way to escape.

well......

The young man watched helplessly as the undead's ugly body and the pale skeletal hands approached him. A normal person would have been wailing in despair, but at this time, what sounded in the young man's heart was a tired sigh.

When his life was hanging by a thread, he did not think about countermeasures, but asked himself:

Do I really... desire to live?


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