Without much verbal exchange, the humanoid mist slowly turned around, he raised his hand to hold the arm of the person behind him, his movements were as slow as a snail crawling, as if the speed of time in the world had slowed down, and every frame of movement could be perfectly captured.

The man with the broken knife in his hand could only watch as the humanoid mist's hand grabbed him, and he couldn't take any action, his body stiffened and couldn't move.

The cold touch went straight from the wrist to the nerve center of the brain, and the person didn't feel the touch of flesh and skin, and only the simple cold chill was permeating the wrist.

This is a feeling that is even more strange than the broken blade, the person's body is trembling, and he can't breathe at all, as if the person who grabbed his wrist was not an awakened person who awakened strange abilities, but a ghost who had lost his soul domain.

Horror filled his eyes, the hairs on his body stood on end, and the man instinctively tried to pull his hand away, and he stepped back, using all his strength to get rid of the misty fingers that were clasping his wrist.

The sudden change disrupted the man's actions, and he originally wanted to kill the man and collect some money and energy crystals.

The man knew that the people who came to this island were not ordinary, and he also got the news that there was a secret realm here and wanted to mix up something, and then ran away.

But how could he have imagined that he would encounter such a strange thing.

After the initial panic and conflict, the man finally reacted, the energy in his body flowed at a high speed, and only the words of awakening ability were left in his mind.

The palm of the wrist was open, and the broken blade naturally slipped from it, and the man's eyes kept moving back and forth between the humanoid mist and the open palm, as if his awakening ability was related to the open palm.

The next moment, a silver light flashed above the man's palm, and a cold spike was held in his hand, and the chill condensed at the tip, swallowing.

It is a three-edged military thorn with a three-edged blade at both ends, with a long, narrow and deep groove in the middle of each edge for bloodletting, and a smooth and smooth middle for holding as a hilt.

As long as this weapon leaves a wound of about eight centimeters on a person's body, it is enough to kill any part.

Once pierced into the human body, it will quickly introduce air through the blood trough, and then form a large amount of foam in the body, blocking the blood vessels, and the wound it forms is a square hole, resulting in the blood and flesh around the wound cannot be squeezed against each other to achieve hemostasis and healing.

Most people who are stabbed die because of excessive blood loss.

The humanoid mist also saw the three-edged military thorn in the man's hand, and the monotonous and heavy mist on his body overflowed, and some of them broke away from the group, slowly drifting into the sky, and quietly disappeared.

The gray-black mist fingers are still grasping the wrist, a simple fog has no facial features, there is no such thing as joy and sorrow, it seems that the gods who walk the world by chance, there is no emotion that belongs to feelings.

The humanoid mist remained in its original form, and at the moment when the spike appeared, there was no action, as if he had turned into a petrified sculpture, trying to quietly watch the person in front of him take the next step.

"Look down on me?" the man also saw that the humanoid mist was waiting for him to make a move, he spat and stared directly at the humanoid mist, turned his head slightly and shouted, "Villagers, come out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man suddenly jumped out of the grass of the dense forest behind him, with an average appearance, an Asian face, and a little like the man whose wrist was held by the humanoid mist.

He looked at the two people who were frozen not far away, his eyes lit up suddenly, and a faint fluorescence emerged from his head, growing like mushrooms after a rain, gradually growing into a milky white light.

With a pop, the white light separated from the person who jumped out, and it quickly floated towards the humanoid mist that stood in place, sinking into the thin and thick fog from top to bottom, and exploded with a bang, scattering into thousands of soft points of light, like fireflies cruising in the dark night exploring in the mist.

The body of the humanoid mist lit up suddenly, and a large number of fluorescent particles condensed and reconstructed on his head, quickly converging into a fluorescent sign engraved with words, and the two large characters of the villagers exuded a hazy soft light.

The moment the sign appeared, the man who jumped out stared with wide eyes, and he shouted at the man who called him: "Please close your eyes when it is dark, stab him, stab him!"

The simple words, as if they had infinite magic, I don't know if it was a coincidence, the night fog in the sky covered the bright moon, the whole forest suddenly darkened, and the bright moonlight emitted by the full moon seemed to be swallowed by a black hole, and there was no pity for the charity that leaked out of the clouds.

The sky was completely dark, and I couldn't see my fingers, and I couldn't feel a little light.

The humanoid mist and the place where the man was were were overwhelmed by the dark tide, and everything was buried in the darkness except for the sign that hung overhead.

After a while, a few sounds of Bing Ge Jin Ming sounded monotonously in the dark, but a few sounds sounded at the beginning, and then it seemed that the xylophone with broken strings lost its sound, no matter how good the score was, without the music played, everything was in vain.

The area was so dark that it was so quiet that even the remaining seabirds on the island refused to hum.

The bright moon pierced through the night mist, and the soft moonlight passed through and dispelled the deep darkness.

On the muddy ground lay a man who did not know whether he lived or died, and the triangular army, which had been broken into several pieces, was hidden in the leaves of the trees in the east and west, and was disorganized.

The moonlight cast a light veil-like brilliance, like falling frost and snow falling on the body, the humanoid mist still maintained the action of clasping, and the slowly churning fog on the face could not show a trace of emotion.

Everything was quiet, and the forest kept its own serenity, as if nothing had happened if nothing had happened, not counting the man lying on the ground.

The humanoid mist flicked its insubstantial fingers, and the thin mist shook and overflowed, and a small part disappeared into the air, accompanied by a few drops of bright red blood that fell to the ground, silently recounting what had just happened.

The man called the villager in the distance vanished, disappearing before the darkness had even faded, and he seemed to have abandoned his teammates and fled on his own.

Ignoring the werewolf lying on the ground, the humanoid mist crouched down again, he raised his hand and grabbed a gravel statue on the ground, got up and slashed hard in the air.

A flat and smooth incision suddenly appeared, and the gray-black clouds and mist on the humanoid mist continued to churn.

His faceless face was cut out of thin air, and with a pop of his body, four gray mist condensed arms grew out of his back.

Without hesitation, he poked into the crack, which was still only a crack, and grabbed both sides with his four hands, aligning them on one side, and exerting force on both sides, tearing open and widening the crack.

After a while, the opening of the crack became a man-high doorway, and when you looked inside, you could see some messy boulder sculptures standing on the grassland, the sun was shining, the wind was beautiful, and it seemed to be a different place from the island.

The humanoid mist who tore through the door withdrew his arm, and he slowly walked into the doorway, with a clear goal, and walked straight to the towering statue.

After the figure of the humanoid mist did not enter the doorway, the doorway was still intact and remained in place, but the scenery behind the door was distorted and turned into nothingness.

A whirlpool replaced the scene behind the door as a new curtain, spinning quietly, waiting for the next person to enter the door.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The bloody phlegm was coughed up along with the internal organs, and the werewolf lying on the ground struggled to stand up, and he sat on the ground.

The werewolf just wanted to get up and take a look at the doorway that appeared next to him, but as soon as he did so, his whole body felt as if he had been hammered with an iron rod hundreds of times, and the indescribable pain spread all over his body.

"Shhh

He endured it for a while before he relaxed, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, and like a mess of mud, he sat in the muddy dead branches and leaves, his eyes were blank.

"Witch, villagers come here. The werewolf commanded weakly, and he only felt that his limbs were limp and that he had no strength.

Two figures in the forest heard the news, stepping on the rotten leaves and stained with mud, both of them, without exception, both of them looked similar to werewolves.

One was the same villager who had just appeared, and the other was wearing a hooded cloak that covered half of his face, and they stood beside the werewolf like guards, waiting for the next instructions.

Glancing at the broken three-edged military thorn beside him, the werewolf seemed to remember the fear of being dominated in the darkness again, he shuddered, and said in fear: "Fortunately, Lao Tzu has been promoted to C-level recently, and he is lucky to create a witch, otherwise this life will be explained here." ”

His abilities are similar to those of the characters in Werewolf Kill, as long as he breaks through each level, he can use his abilities to create a random puppet, and this puppet can also use the skills of the image in Werewolf Kill.

It was the witch who used the antidote to pull the werewolf back from the line of death!

"You two help me up, find a safe place to hide, and I'll heal first. Without further delay, the werewolf continued to give orders to the two men.

It is not known how many Awakened people are roaming the island, and the werewolves are estimated to be only a lot more than they suspected, and there are not a few robbers and assassins like themselves.

If an awakened person comes over now, in his own state, he is afraid that he will be killed and searched immediately.

The witch and the villagers carried the werewolf away from the scene, and when they passed through the doorway, the werewolf took a look, and at this glance, his eyes lit up instantly, but soon dimmed again, and the whole person's mood was a little lost.

He muttered, with a hint of complaint and pity in his tone, "That's ...... The second-level secret realm in the news? Damn, Lao Tzu was injured before it appeared, and it appeared next to Lao Tzu!What do you mean?"

If you are injured and enter the secret realm, your brain is broken, and you can't compete with others with injuries.

The werewolf is not a fool, thinking of the humanoid mist that disappeared just now, his mind turned again, and he had some conjectures, "Could it be that person did it? But the question is that guy is a human? Could it be that it is a special awakened person?"

The three of them ran through the forest at great speed, and although the witch and the villagers were puppets, their strength and speed were no weaker than those of the D-class awakened.

When the werewolf whispered to himself, they had already carried him a few hundred meters away from the place.