Cha!

The faint clatter of chopping drifted in the breeze, and the hat fell to the ground, its round head rolling on the ground a few times before coming to a standstill.

Wu Chen rubbed his eyebrows, and said in his heart that he felt like he was back in the high school classroom and listened to the teacher's lectures, since he couldn't ask why, he just slaughtered it.

Thinking like this, he had to continue wading across the river, thinking about digging a grave to see what was going on, and trying to save them if he could, although he was not a savior, but he always had to think about this reward.

But he didn't take two steps, and suddenly there was a violent cough behind him.

"Ahem, ahem, young man has a lot of temper, don't you understand the meaning of eternal life? I'm a dead man, can you let me die again?"

Wu Chen glanced back, the old man's head was still squatting on the ground, staring at Wu Chen with two deeply sunken eyes, and his dry corpse-like face seemed to be smiling, as if he was saying, "Look at me like this, are you surprised, are you afraid?"

Unexpectedly, Wu Chen's eyes were calm, and a trace of joy appeared in the calm, he strode to the dry head, lifted his head and pressed it into the river next to him.

The bright red blood and the clear river are rendered together, like a unique red ink painting, in which the fish are attracted by the smell of blood and are frightened by the crazy shaking head.

Gollum, Gollum!

The old man spit out bubbles in his mouth and couldn't hold it back, and Wu Chen lifted the head out again.

"To answer my question. ”

"Ahem, stinky boy, are you looking for death? Do you really think my old bones are vegetarian?"

Seeing this attitude, Wu Chen was about to press down his head before the other party finished speaking, but the moment he turned his head, he was suddenly stunned, the river disappeared, and only dry and cracked ground was left on the ground, and there was no sign of dampness.

What's even more weird is that when I looked back at my hand, the head in my hand also disappeared, and the corpse of the old man next to him also disappeared.

The darkness of the night fell from the sky, and in the night, there was light shining from the sky, like a huge spotlight illuminating the stage.

Ghostly faces around the stage condensed, some of them were frightened, some were lonely, and some even opened their mouths wide and roared or shouted for help, but no sound could be heard.

These people's faces suddenly noticed Wu Chen in the light, as if they had finally found the long-awaited light in the darkness, and they stretched out their illusory arms to slap the invisible barrier in front of them, hoping to attract the attention of the other party to save them.

Wu Chen simply glanced at these faces, most of them he had seen, they were those who died on the Nai He Bridge, and of course there was a lot of money among them.

But he didn't act rashly, the stage has already opened, and he is definitely not the only performer.

Opposite, a pitch-black figure emerged from the darkness, water dripping from its mud-like body, its mouth baring its slender fangs, its teeth opening and closing like steel gates in the harsh light.

It's hard to explain what the other party is, it looks like an evil thing in another dimension, and the fact that the body is made of mud also confirms this, but the whole body exudes a cold aura, like a lonely ghost who has been dead for a long time.

Wu Chen waved his right hand, and the blade of the knife refracted a strange light, and he stood opposite the mess of mud, holding a sharp blade.

"You know what? I hate water the most, and you dare to put my head in the water, you ignorant and despicable human!" the monster first looked up to the sky and laughed twice, and then stared at Wu Chen and said viciously.

"You want to save them, don't you? Then let them see how your little imp's body is torn apart, and every bone in your body is broken, I wonder how terrified they will be when they see this scene, fear, it is the most delicious thing in the world. ”

The style of this tirade of nonsense is really the same as that of the old man, Wu Chen's eyes are playful, and the tip of the knife slashes across the ground, making a slight spark splashing.

"It's really annoying to be verbose, and now you have two choices, either die or let them go and die. ”

"Death? ahahaha, I said that I was a dead man, can a dead man die again?

Maybe it's really the Grim Reaper, whether it's the incomprehensible life form or the powerful ability to control life and death, it seems to indicate the arrival of a Grim Reaper.

The faces of the people surrounding them suddenly surged with indescribable fear, of course they knew who Wu Chen was, the guy who entered the secret realm with him, and it was impossible for his cultivation to exceed the spirit gathering period.

How could a monk of this level fight against death, the light of hope was extinguished in the blink of an eye, and the helplessness appeared on everyone's faces again, and their eyes were closed deeply, as if they didn't want to see too bloody pictures.

Unexpectedly, a fluttering response floated into their ears.

"No, no, no, the Grim Reaper will die too, that way of death...... It's called Soul Flying. ”

Wu Chen shook his head slightly, suddenly stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, his body bent like a strong bow, and pitch-black flames appeared on the blade of the knife, rushing out in a short instant.

The body of the monster on the opposite side suddenly went limp, and it magically dodged Wu Chen's slashing trajectory in a puddle of mud, and the mud squirmed again behind Wu Chen and converged into a humanoid body, with its face sunken into its head, and then drilled out from the back of its head.

"It's ridiculous, humans who dare to challenge the Grim Reaper will eventually pay the price of blood for their stupidity!"

With an ethereal roar like a song, the monster's arm burrowed into its body and drew two long curved knives, the silent blades hidden in the darkness and weaving through the air like the wind.

Wu Chen snorted lightly, turned around and swung his sword again, the sound of breaking the wind echoed faintly at the extreme speed, and the pale blade slashed through the air in a long arc, these arcs did not disappear immediately, they slashed straight forward in the remaining two seconds.

The monster's body is unpredictable, and every time you slash it, it feels like you've cut into a quagmire, and when you pull out your long knife, the quagmire quickly returns to its original shape.

The other party laughed wildly in dodging and attacking, as if mocking the stupid human in front of him for being useless, its body was made of mud, would the mud be afraid of knife cuts?

But what he didn't know was that after each slash, there was a random attribute in his body that was irreversibly reduced.

They collided back and forth on this huge spotlight stage, and the trail of sword light and blood shadow left indelible marks on the ground.

But at a certain moment, the laughter that tore through the sky came to an abrupt end, and a bright green message flashed on the monster's body.

Language attribute -15

The mud flew upside down fiercely, holding a soft curved blade in its hand, its body stiffened like a sun-dried clay figure, and it opened its toothless foul mouth to speak, but when it opened its mouth, it couldn't make any sound.

The fellow, who liked to ramble endlessly, finally became mute, and he lay on the ground trembling like a clown who had no strength on stage to continue performing.

This scene was too tense and exciting, the faces around suddenly became excited, everyone saw hope again, the light of hope was not extinguished, it had turned into a scorching sun and rose into the sky, about to illuminate the entire dark world.

In their eyes, Wu Chen was no longer a fellow monk.

Phew, how can that be a monk, that fucking god descends to earth, holding a thunderous long knife, stepping on the pace of the wind and clouds, he is definitely the heir of history, the savior of civilization, and the pioneer of the world.

Their faces were hidden in the darkness and shouted for Wu Chen, and even burst into tears with excitement, if they could save their lives, then this grace was greater than heaven.

"Can you answer my question now?" Wu Chen walked in front of the monster, the other party's eyes were still fierce, but the ferocity was also mixed with fear that could not be concealed, at this moment, he finally had a deeper understanding of the young man in front of him.

Just as the monster was trembling and trying to express it, the surrounding picture changed drastically again, and Wu Chen was once again standing by the gurgling river, the fish in the water playing happily.

On the other side of the river, there are still a group of tombstones that seem to have stood for thousands of years, and the monsters with only mud left under their feet are gone.

Wu Chen frowned, and when he couldn't figure out what was going on, there was a sudden slow-paced applause behind him.