The mire wriggled and boundless, and Gordon felt more and more dizzy, *xshuotxt/com Every time that voice whispered in his ear, his stomach ached spasmally.

It can't go on like this. Gordon ran the breath microtechnique again, and the source force spider silk radiated around, and the whole person entered the outer circulation again.

Blending into the mire can be terrifying, but the closer you get to danger, the more likely you are to find a way to survive.

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry." An overwhelming roar filled the eardrums, and decomposing corpses emerged from all directions. Gordon seemed to be the freshest food, attracting them to moths to the fire.

Gordon endured the bombardment of the sound waves, the source force cobwebs vibrated layer by layer, and before the stump and severed limbs could get close to Gordon, they were bounced away by the source force spider silk and smashed into mud. This move consumes too much source power, but fortunately, Gordon's source power is extremely pure, and it can support it for a while.

After a long time, Gordon suddenly felt his heart beat sharply, and his eyes turned black. The corpses were endless, exhausting and desperate, and his source power was gradually exhausted.

A corpse crawled slowly, its face unrecognizable, but its flesh was plump, and it was not decomposing or purulent. Gordon noticed that it was still on all fours, and that it still had a thick gold chain around its neck, which was dangling and very eye-catching. It crawled towards Gordon as it gnawed on its arm, "crunching" off its muscles and gulping it down.

Is this a fresh corpse? Gordon's heart moved, and the source power spider silk leaked through the corpse, allowing it to crawl closer little by little. "Smack" Gordon grabbed the corpse and lifted it up. Its legs hang down naturally, its knees are slightly turned outward, and its legs are in an "O" shape.

Like a horse thief! They have been on horses for a long time, and many of them will have similar looped legs. The corpse struggled awkwardly, still gnawing at its own arm, as if it was extremely hungry. Gordon thinks that when he first got stuck in the mire, he smelled a wonderful aroma that was difficult to resist. Could it be that all the stumps and corpses could not endure hunger and temptation, and finally ate themselves?

Gordon exerted force in his hand, and the source force spider silk shattered the corpse, and the golden chain was broken into several pieces, slowly sinking into the quagmire.

Gordon was shocked, all the corpses were rotting and turning into mud, so where did their belongings go? Clothes may rot, but what about metals like swords, why can't you see them here?

Gordon did not hesitate and followed the undercurrent. I don't know how long it took, the speed of the undercurrent became faster and faster, like a turbulent wave rushing all the way. With a bang, Gordon felt that his body was light, and the whole person rose into the air, got out of the mire, and fell on a piece of ruins.

There was a "click" sound from under him, and Gordon reached out to touch it, as if it was a rusty and brittle iron sword, which had just been crushed by himself. He looked back and saw that behind him was a rocky beehive that towered over Sensen, and he couldn't tell which cave he had fallen from.

"Poof!" A long, blood-red tongue popped out of a hole and curled towards Gordon. Gordon propped himself up on the ground with one hand and jumped backwards. The bloody tongue fluttered into the air, and suddenly rolled upside down, and disappeared into the cave, and there was no more movement.

Gordon thought for a moment and walked straight forward. There are mostly gold and iron things around, and a few pieces of jade. He picked up a jade pendant and wiped the dirt away. The jade pendant is dark in color, covered with spots, it is a unique ornament in the country of porcelain, and the tiger head pattern carved on it can be vaguely seen.

A large number of business travelers died tragically in the desert, which gradually led to the interruption of the porcelain road? Gordon slowly walked through the ruins as he regained his strength, and large blocks came into view.

The buildings in this neighborhood are extremely strange, with towering gray walls crooked and crooked, walls of varying sizes, like building blocks piled up by children at will, ready to collapse at any moment. The houses are also round and sharp, with different shapes, like twisted plasticine balls.

The closer you get to the block, the less Gordon can see what it looks like. Gray mist emerged from his feet, ghostly drifting around, enveloping the entire neighborhood in darkness.

Gordon stopped at the entrance of the block, and it took half an hour to completely recover the source power before continuing forward. He knew it was dangerous, but he had to get in. He was about to faint from hunger, even if he couldn't find food in it, he could find the horse thief.

"When—when—when" The moment he stepped into the block, the piercing bell rang out abruptly, echoing through the night sky. Gordon followed the prestige, and a cone-shaped bell tower stood in the darkness in the distance, like a fang piercing the night sky. A huge iron bell hangs at the top, shaking slightly. A black shadow clings to the bell, and its two vertical pupils are as bright as red flames, staring straight in the direction of Gordon.

The bell rang three times in a row, and then slowly faded away. Gordon felt as if the whole neighborhood had come to life all at once, the wind whistling through the streets and alleys, whimpering, and countless shadows watching him sneakily.

Gordon thought for a moment and headed straight in the direction of the bell tower. He walked down a wide street, which was steep and steep and steep. On both sides of the street, houses are closed. Gordon tried to push a door, but the rock panel was too thick and heavy to push, but the palms felt uneven where they touched.

He took a half-step back and scrutinized the stone door. With the glow of the fiery dagger, the rough pattern carved on the stone door looms: a demon stands in a wheat field, holding a sickle alof, as if shouting in celebration, surrounded by a high pile of grain.

Do demons still farm and harvest grain? Feeling of absurdity filled Gordon's mind, and he went to another house, and the stone door was also impressively patterned: a demon with protruding cheeks and a pointed mouth stood in the middle of several curved curves, grinning, and his scaly arms clutching a fat fish.

The curved lines are like rivers, but in the desert, where does the river come from? Gordon became more and more unbelievable, and he began to go from house to house, carefully inspecting almost every door, and there were carved patterns on almost every door, all of which were ordinary scenes of evil spirits plowing the forest, fishing, and hunting.

Where does this look like a ghost town? Gordon turned the street and suddenly heard a rush of running. A dark figure rushed out of the alleyway on the side, roaring indiscriminately, the sword in his hand dancing into a cloud of snow.

It's a horse thief!

Gordon's belly "clanged", he poked his foot and hooked, the horse thief tripped and fell to the ground, the saber flew out, and "clang" hit the high wall.

The thief was just about to get up when he struck a simple and powerful elbow to the center of the fossa, and then his arm was twisted backwards, and the thief's face was smashed against the ground. "Bang!" Blood spurted down his nostrils, and the thief was dizzy, his hair pulled up, and his waist and eyes were firmly trampled on one foot.

Gordon's other hand searched the thief's body, but found no food or water bladders. The horse thief writhed and struggled, and cried out incoherently, "Ghost! What a ghost! I'm fighting with you! ”

"I'm a human, not a ghost." Gordon turned the thief's face and told him to see himself.

"Kill you, you devil! Spare me, I've got a lot of gold, all for you! The thief screamed in disregard, his face twisted with fear, his bloodshot eyes bulging out.

"Poof!" Gordon's fiery rainbow dagger stabbed into the horse thief's shoulder, blood splattering.

"See clearly, I'm a human, not a ghost." He said calmly.

The horse thief screamed in pain, Gordon was unhurried, and stabbed him with a dagger: "See clearly, I am a human, not a ghost." ”