Gordon suddenly looked up, a thin and tall black? Reflected on the rocks, swaying with the ethereal shimmering blue light.

A star dart slipped out of his cuff and landed in Gordon's palm.

The black shadow didn't react, like a slightly swaying pendulum, revealing a strange and quiet aura.

Gordon looked at the entrance of the cave and slowly retreated. As if the other party didn't notice him, Gordon suddenly moved to the left, circled to the other side, and quickly climbed up the rock hive. The rock tentacles are cold, the surface is rough and uneven, and it feels like a bumpy bone. Maybe it's really bones, where are so many boulders in this desert? Using his hands and feet, Gordon quietly bypassed the holes of the other black ghosts, approaching the black shadow from above. Regardless of whether the other party is a horse thief or a ghost, this time, he wants a live mouth to torture the reality of the ghost town. It's not wise to wander around in an unfamiliar territory and fight against evil spirits who don't know the details.

"Dang!" A star dart spun and shot out, slicing in a swift arc and striking the rock beneath the shadow, drawing its attention. Gordon grabbed the rock wall, flipped upside down into the hole from the top, and slammed it to the neck with lightning speed.

Flutter in the air!

Gordon's heart sank, it was obviously in this position just now, and he actually caught a void!

A gloomy force surged from behind like a dark wave, hitting Gordon's vest in severe pain and soaring into the air. A trace of yin qi seeped in, cold and numb, and Gordon's limbs seemed to be frozen all at once, making it difficult to move.

There was also a wisp of yin qi that penetrated into his mind and was instantly swallowed by the dark side of his spiritual world. Out of the corner of Gordon's eye, he caught a glimpse of the dark shadow standing quietly at the foot of the rock hive, where he had been, swaying with the blue fire.

Gordon was completely unaware of how the other party had left the cave and appeared there.

"Bang!" Gordon slammed into the rock wall, and somehow the man sank deep into it. Instead of hard rock, the body touched a sticky mud that emitted a rancid smell. In just a moment, the rancid smell changed, becoming more and more fragrant, revealing an irresistible sweet temptation. It's as if the most wonderful smells in the world are fused together, tickling people's hearts, and they can't wait to open their mouths wide and take a few more breaths.

Gordon suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he closed his mouth and nose while breathing only through the pores of his body; While operating the source power, the yin qi that invaded the body was expelled little by little.

The swamp around him slowly wriggled and enveloped him, dragging him deeper into the darkness.

"I'm hungry."

Suddenly, someone whispered in his ear. The voice was low and muffled, as if it had been squeezed out of a crack in the stone. But Gordon couldn't see people, and he couldn't detect the unusual aura.

"I'm so hungry, I'm really hungry......" the voice was close to Gordon's ear, repeated over and over again. The hairs in his ear piercings could even feel a slight vibration, but nothing could be noticed.

The cobwebs of the source force were all in the air, constantly expelling yin qi, and Gordon's hands and feet were slightly able to move. He urged the breath microtechnique, and gradually turned into the mysterious outer circulation, and the whole person was connected with the mire and fused into one.

At this moment, he became a part of this dark mire, and there was no distinction between inside and outside.

"Boom!" There was a sudden roar all around, and the silent swamp seemed to explode, and all kinds of strange cries, screams, and roars rolled over the sky, like sharp claws tearing open Gordon's eardrums and grabbing his heart.

All the voices were shouting, "I'm so hungry!" I'm so hungry! ”

A rotten face suddenly appeared in front of Gordon's eyes, and he pressed it face to face, and his pustular lips were puffed together: "I'm so hungry." ”

Gordon turned his head, and his forehead slammed into his rotting face, knocking the other man to the side, pus splattering. He immediately reached out and clasped his rotten face, wanting to find out. "Poof!" The rotten face melted to the tentacles, turning into a dark black mud that seeped from between Gordon's fingers.

"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry......" Rotting faces poured out from all around, and many mutilated corpses crawled out of the mud one after another, and the erosive flesh and blood drooped on the gray-white bones, trembling and trembling, as if they would fall at any moment.

Gordon swung his fists and struck frequently, and as soon as the carrion of the wreckage was exposed to an external force, it exploded in an instant, melting into a splash of mud. However, more decomposing remains came up almost endlessly.

Could it be that the mire is made of the accumulation of rotting corpses? This mudslide is actually all dead bodies? Gordon's heart sank, and he immediately cut off the outer circulation and broke away from the realm of being one with the mire. The visions around him vanished, except for the first voice in his ears, whispering, "I'm hungry, I'm really hungry." ”

The mire wrapped around Gordon and continued to flow deep as if it would never stop. Gordon began to struggle free, paddling in the opposite direction. If he doesn't leave here, he'll end up dead alive, a corpse, and a part of the mire......

"Leave me behind, go!" The black baboon nudged the crocus weakly, its voice hoarse like a rubbing rag, and the burning breath of its mouth sprayed on the back of the crocus's neck.

Saffron can't remember how many times the black baboon said this. He gritted his teeth, tightened his left arm, and clamped the black baboon on his back again, holding the flute blade in his right hand at all times.

There were hairs on all sides, and the hair that grew out of the ground was endless, long and black, more than three meters high, like dense seaweed, tangled and fluttering in the gloomy night wind. As far as the eye could see, the saffron could no longer see the other horse thieves. Entering the ghost town, the horse thieves disappeared one after another and died tragically, and just now, a gust of wind was also lost in the depths of the dense hair bushes.

And no matter how you pull it out with your hands, burn it with fire, or cut it with a knife, you can't destroy this sea of long hair.

"Put me down." The black baboon struggled a few more times, gasping for breath and said, "Take me, you can't escape." The ghost town is a little different from the last time we came. I guess the more living people it devours, the more terrible it becomes. ”

The crocus was still silent, her footsteps moving back and forth, her eyes sweeping around without pause. 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 festering, and the blisters were blue and purple with sephosis. Calculating the time, the black baboon is not far from being poisoned and killed.

Maybe a few hours, a few minutes, or even the next second.

"I shouldn't have let you come along." The black baboon coughed violently a few times, and blood gushed out of its nostrils.

"Say no more, I won't leave yours." Saffron replied in a trembling voice, her heart numb.

What exactly am I holding onto?

What is the point of such persistence?

Saffron felt for the antidote in her arms, and pulled out her hand like a scorpion sting.

An extremely slight abnormal sound appeared in the left rear, and the saffron didn't think about it, and rushed forward, and at the same time, the flute blade was pulled back, and dozens of cold lights **** out. He didn't look back at the result, but ran into the depths of the bush as fast as he could, turning left and right, and then leaning over to a stop, listening to the movement around him.

"Jingle Bell!" Long hair fluttered, and a rusty scythe slashed out of thin air, slashing through the cold light. The hand holding the handle of the sickle was as withered as a chicken's claw, the exposed forearm was covered with blue-black corpse spots, the mouth was protruding like a bird's beak, and the skull was hairless like a pale eggshell. Dressed in a tattered ancient porcelain robe, it looked around for a moment and re-disappeared into its hair.

The crocus began to move again, moving lightly and briskly through the bushes. That horrible thing can always find them, and they can't get rid of it.

But that's not what he cares about most.

"Why don't you ask me?" After a while, he whispered.