In an instant, the eerie chill hit like an icy tide, penetrating deep into the bone marrow. Gordon couldn't help but tremble, his heart beating wildly, and his body instinctively felt fear. His bones made a subtle creaking sound, as if they were suddenly tied up by an invisible rope.

This must be the ghost town Sinbad said!

Gordon didn't bother to look too much, but slid back sharply to keep a safe distance from the ancient city. He came to this legendary ghost town inexplicably, and the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became.

At that time, the drinking water was cut off, and the road ahead was difficult to discern, and they were anxious to get rid of the treacherous sand mountain, so they were attracted by the lake. When you get to the lake, you also need to find a way out and solve the food crisis, otherwise you can only sit back and wait for death. As for the lake water, it is cold and evil, and there is no grass around it, so how dare you drink it rashly? At this time, the strange appearance of the carriage and business travel became the only breakthrough for survival.

Either wait to die or come to a ghost town. Gordon suddenly gave birth to a glimmer of enlightenment, all this seemed to be accidental, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed to be secretly manipulated by an invisible big hand, pushing him here step by step.

If this is the case, whether he is riding a horse thief's carriage, a merchant group, or a way out, he will eventually face a ghost town.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but in just a few seconds, Gordon's figure spread, and he retreated dozens of meters in a row. A roaring wind swept past him, and everything in front of him was so gray that he could not see anything, and the sky seemed to be a part of the vast expanse of dust.

After a while, the sand and dust slowly dispersed, revealing the gloomy outline of the ancient city. Gordon was shocked to find that the ancient city was still standing directly in front of him, and the distance between the two sides had not shortened at all.

And the feeling that he was being strangled by the rope grew stronger and stronger.

Gordon jumped up with all his might, shook continuously, and then swept more than ten meters to the left. But no matter how he moved, the distance between the ancient city and him remained the same, as if Gordon was a horse with a reins on a leash, and the other end of the rope was firmly tied to the ghost town, and it was difficult to break free.

The ghost town wants him to go in! The invisible hand forced him in!

All around, patches of sand rolled violently in the howling wind, revealing a pile of white bones buried deep underneath.

Gordon is like standing on a sea of bones and corpses!

He hesitated slightly, and walked tentatively towards the ancient city, and the feeling of being tightened by the rope was immediately eased.

Fifty meters - thirty meters - ten meters, as Gordon kept getting closer, the ancient city became clearer and clearer in view.

It's a behemoth, built of strange rocks and surrounded by a bleak wind. The battlements are like sharp fangs standing upside down, making them more and more hideous and terrifying. Gordon vaguely saw that there were a large number of strange petroglyphs carved on the city wall, but they were all eroded by wind and sand, and it was difficult to investigate the whole picture. He could barely make out one of them: under the gloomy sky, countless green-faced, fanged, demon-like creatures were distributed in a circle, kneeling on the ground, holding blood-stained corpses in their hands, and holding them high above their heads. In the center, there is a bleak and empty lake, shrouded in gloomy clouds. A figure lay quietly on the water, arms outstretched, as if receiving worship from thousands of evil spirits.

Lake! That's the lake! Gordon was shocked, staring at the figure, subconsciously driving the fanged spirit seed. Gradually, the vague figure became clear: it was a brightly colored puppet, with slender limbs, a skin as bright as jade, and a face covered with mysterious runes in the shape of a snake. She slowly turned her head to look at Gordon, and a strange light suddenly shot out of her eyes.

Gordon was shocked, and when he looked at it again, there was still a hazy figure in the petroglyphs, and he couldn't see anything unusual.

At this moment, the entire ancient city suddenly "moved"!

Dark red blood bubbled out of the city walls and flowed down quickly, like a washed-out waterfall, staining the ancient city red.

"It's the smell of a living person!" "Catch him!" "A new scapegoat is here!" …… Blood boiled like magma, and a terrible and chaotic roar was heard. Strange arms probed for blood, scrambling to grab Gordon. Some of them were as thick as tree trunks, some were covered with spikes, some were shaped like tentacles, and all of them were congealed from blood, giving off a strong rancid smell.

Gordon jumped up quickly, flipped over a bloody tentacle, landed without stopping, moving sideways to the left, avoiding another bloody claw that slammed in, and then lowered his head to the cat's waist, a bloody arm full of giant tumors against the vest. Before he could retreat, more bloody arms grabbed him.

In an instant, countless arms surrounded Gordon, as if trapped in a dense vine forest. His gaze swept over, and only the gates of the entire ancient city were open, and they had not been soaked in blood.

The wind vented and Gordon rushed at full speed towards the city gates, dodging the incoming bloody arms. Sometimes he leaned over the ground, sometimes he jumped high, every movement was plausible with a bird sweep, and there was no trace of the axe and chisel of martial arts.

A dazzling bloody arm swept past Gordon and let out an unwilling roar. As the city gate approached, a huge bloody arm as thick as a pillar suddenly pressed down and buckled towards Gordon, blocking the gate tightly. Behind Gordon, countless bloody arms chased and screamed, close at hand. All he had to do was pause, and he would be besieged.

"Whoa!" The cloak was unloaded from Gordon's body, filled with source power, and crashed into the giant arm first. The two touched, and the giant arm exploded partially, splashing blood rain in all directions. Gordon immediately rushed past the wound of the giant arm, blood splashed on his body, like strong acid, smoking, and the snakeskin trench coat was corroded into small holes.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the city gate, and his surroundings suddenly changed. The gate turned into a bloody mouth, biting down hard, and the tips of the dense teeth carried the fishy wind, which was only a few centimeters away from the top of his head.

It's too late to dodge. Gordon kicked on his toes and rushed forward with even more rapid acceleration. The seabed wheel spun rapidly, and the Gundalini rushed out, aimed at the longest fang, and slammed his fist with all his might.

With a "bang", the fangs snapped and a gap opened. Gordon grasped the root of the broken tooth with one hand, and his limbs curled up in a clump of holes, just enough for him to squeeze his whole body in. "Click! Click! The rest of the teeth snapped together and fluttered.

The bloody mouth opened again, returning to the appearance of the city gate, and Gordon swept straight by, only to hear a leaky curse from behind: "Damn, I didn't bite again!" ”

Entering the ancient city, Gordon began to slow down, the light in front of him was dim, the scenery was blurry and difficult to discern, and there was a trace of foul fishy smell in the air. Directly opposite is a desolate clearing, surrounded by huge rocks on both sides, and many dark deep holes have been piled up.

Gordon walked over step by step, and it was quiet all around, except for the occasional wisp of mournful smoke wafting out of the hole, and whispering in the fog. But wait until the smoke is blown away by the wind, and there is nothing inside.

It didn't take long for Gordon to see a towering black figure standing in front of him, fangs and claws, swaying in the wind. It was a dead old tree, with withered branches and a blackened torso, and a corpse dangling from its bare branches, swaying back and forth in the wind.

"Help me!" The corpse suddenly opened its eyes, stared straight at Gordon, and screamed!

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