"Hey, I said can you stop staring at it all the time, look around, we're already surrounded by monsters!" An NPC professional looked around, clenched his weapon and shouted.

"It's just some ordinary ghosts, not fierce ghosts, what's there to be afraid of!" An NPC professional said disdainfully, but with a cautious look in his eyes, he pulled out the long sword hanging on his back and held it in his hand.

The melee pro took two steps forward, keeping the law and ranged pros behind them, and soon, the group of NPC pros formed a temporary small team.

The surrounding mutated ghosts slowly floated towards them, and within five meters of them, these ghosts suddenly bloomed with blood-colored light, their two eyes became scarlet, revealing a crazy and irritable look, and with a sharp roar, these mutated ghosts suddenly increased their speed and rushed towards this group of NPC professionals, and the battle was about to break out;

At this time, Song Jian was standing at the edge of the cemetery, looking at the mutated ghosts that slowly floated out of the cemetery around him, one after another, seemingly endless, they instinctively floated towards the group of NPC professionals, although the speed was very slow, but once they got close to the living people five meters, they would immediately become crazy.

Looking at the countless white points of light floating up, Song Jian couldn't help but be afraid for a while, fortunately he left decisively, otherwise, once he was surrounded by this group of level 30 monsters, I am afraid that he might really die here, after all, these mutated ghosts can attack spiritually, even if Song Jian turns into a black mist, he can't dodge the "soul spike" skill of so many ghosts.

Seeing the white ghosts all over the mountains, this group of NPC professionals suddenly felt pressured.

"Damn, how long are we going to hold on!" An NPC of the Musketeer class cursed in a low voice, filling the chamber with bullets that glowed with silver light.

This is a silver bullet dedicated to killing soul monsters, which is very powerful, but it is also expensive, and if there is no rich harvest in this battle, this musketeer may immediately go bankrupt.

"In half an hour at most, this damn wooden box will fall." Sophie, a mage professional, looked up at the fluttering of the wooden box and shouted through gritted teeth.

"Half an hour? I feel like I can only hold on for ten minutes at most! A shield-wielding warrior class NPC yelled, swinging his sword and slashing at a mutated ghost;

The mutant wraith scratched at its shield with a sharp grinding sound that was disorienting to hear, and the mutant wraith, which was almost immune to physical attacks, rendered most of the warrior's attacks ineffective;

"I'm sorry, guys, I have to leave, and if I keep going, I'm afraid I'll have to stay here forever." A diminutive halfling NPC said apologetically.

Then, its body slowly became transparent, and finally disappeared, and the halfling thief directly cast a stealth technique, turned on the acceleration, and rushed towards the outside of the cemetery;

As long as he dodged the crazy ghosts that turned red around him, the ghosts in the distance were still in a state of confusion and could not see through its invisibility, so the halfling quickly left the area.

Leaving this cemetery means that it has given up all the items in the wooden box above its head, but compared to its own life, no matter how precious it is, it can give up.

The departure of this halfling seemed to shake the entire temporary team, and several NPC professionals had their eyes flashing, as if they were also hesitating to leave;

"Hold on, the wooden box will only exist for ten minutes after it falls, and once we leave, it will be a passing of this opportunity!" Sophie seemed to see the people wavering, and immediately shouted loudly.

At this moment, the woody creature suddenly roared, and his body began to expand rapidly, and his legs turned into tree roots, piercing deep into the earth;

"Suter, you should have done this a long time ago!" Sophie had a look of surprise in her eyes and yelled at the tree man;

"Hold on!" The tree man Su Te's urn roared angrily, and the whole person completely turned into a big tree seven or eight meters high, and at the same time, countless branches fell from the sky and pierced into the soil, finally forming a semicircular tree castle, protecting everyone;

The tree fort only left an opening more than one person wide, and the rest of the place, like a wall, blocked all the mutant ghosts from the outside, and for a while, everyone's pressure was greatly reduced.

"Well done, Suter!"

"Thanks to you, Suter, if there is really a job transfer certificate in the wooden box, we will definitely not rob you!"

Suter, who had turned into an ancient tree, was under attack from more than a dozen mutated ghosts, and his qi and blood values were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but when he heard the shouts of several people, he still smiled with relief.

Suter has stayed at level 30 for too long, and without a full-time certificate, it can only stay at this level, and its strength cannot be improved, so this item is something it is bound to get, and every time the wooden box falls, it will not be missing. But for such a long time, it has not encountered a wooden box loaded with a job transfer certificate, which can only be said to be bad luck.

With Suter's help, several NPC professionals also suddenly calmed down, and the two healers even kept brushing Suter's blood, as long as the qi and blood value were full, Suter would form a solid tree wall with a steady stream of falling branches to protect everyone.

Song Jian looked at the NPC professionals who were fighting in the distance, and his brows suddenly furrowed, according to this situation, they would definitely be able to hold out until the wooden box fell.

"Do you mean I can only run for nothing?" Song Jian's face became ugly, but soon, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Since the wooden box is still floating in mid-air, can't I go up directly!" ”

As soon as his mind moved, Song Jian's shadow disappeared immediately, and instead, a large black fog appeared in the same place, which shrouded an area of more than ten meters in radius, but at the moment of appearance, these fogs began to roll continuously, gathering in the central direction, and after a while, it turned into a dense fog that was only three meters square.

"That's the limit I can compress right now!" Song Jian sighed in his heart, although the incarnation of black mist also had an attack effect, the most obvious thing was to escape, so Song Jian spent a lot of his attention on it.

If he wanted to, he could disperse into a fog that enveloped an area of nearly thirty meters, and if he compressed it inward, it could also become the dense fog that he was now, only three meters square;

After turning into this three-meter-square black mist, Song Jian slowly floated towards the wooden box in the air;

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