Wu Hao looked at a red, small paper figure that broke out of the forest.

Then, on the gray-black earth, the gray-black energy that escaped into the paper man's body drilled into the paper man's body, and her small body suddenly burst into black flames.

This little guy seemed to be about to burn out his brain, panicked, and in a daze, he ran headlong into himself without looking.

"Oh my God, what's that?!"

"That must be the supreme demon that rules the Silent Lands!"

"Run, run!"

A jumble of calls came from the front.

I don't know if there is the word demon in Monet's language, anyway, when I hear Wu Hao's ears, this is the meaning.

It's those white Monets.

As soon as his mind moved, the ghost mist roared away, and instantly captured several white Monets.

The latter's body stiffened, and under the mist, he did not dare to move, and trembled.

The funny thing is that these strange little guys can even 'sweat' in fear, but the sweat that flows out seems to be a kind of white juice.

Set aside a few white Monets and protect them with ghostly mist to protect them from the dead land.

Wu Hao has already discovered that it seems that these little guys will be supplied with energy here in this dead and silent place, as if they were ignited by fire.

When you enter it, you will burn yourself and destroy it in a few moments.

Ignoring the white Monet for the time being, Wu Hao looked at the little red guy he saw first.

He turned his head to look at Jasmine.

At this moment, this little guy was looking at himself in a daze, with a look of surprise and dazedness.

I was gurgling, and I didn't know what I was muttering.

After a while, he gently touched the ghost mist with his little hand, and then his face was full of intoxication and happiness.

Wu Hao raised his eyebrows rather strangely.

In this little guy, he actually felt some kind of kindness.

It's like~

It's like~

Wu Hao pondered for a long time: "It's like your own child!" ”

But how is that possible?

Why do these little red paper figures have their own similar aura?

It's a bit like a ghost fog, and it's a bit like a grotesque.

Those white paper figures, but no!

If you look closely, this little guy seems to be a girl.

With clear eyebrows, you can clearly see the red paper figure, and you are also wearing some small jewelry, which is very beautiful on the body.

Her delicate face is like that of a little human girl.

It's just that the body is as flat as a paper figure, and it seems to be two-dimensional.

If you look closely, you can see a strange liquid flowing from the body of the red paper figure, which is almost clearly visible.

It is these liquids that make them look more agile and vivid than the paper figures that sacrifice the dead in Huaguo.

This little guy is pretty good-looking!

Wu Hao muttered to himself in his heart.

It's been a long time since I've seen a living creature, especially a woman, and now I can even see the feeling of looking at a small paper figure.

For the first time in more than a year, he encountered a creature that seemed to be able to communicate, and although it was in the small world of enchantment, it also made him excited.

Ahem~

He coughed and cleared his throat.

In a voice that thought it was extremely majestic, he asked slowly.

"Can you understand me?"

No response.

Wu Hao: "......."

"Do you understand?"

The latter still smirked, snuggling up to the ghost mist.

What the hell is your happiness?

The look of the little thing looks like his head is full of black lines.

What the hell did this little thing do with him?

Ancestor?

God?

Or is it its guardian?

It's always a bit of an inexplicable feeling.

"Babble!"

The spirit of light was spinning extremely fast around Wu Hao, and what was more interesting was that this little thing seemed to be very interested in the red paper figure, and it was constantly circling around it.

Constant babbling sounds.

The little paper man looked at the crazy ball of light in fear, and after waiting for a while, he even accompanied it, babbling and screaming.

This drove the Spirit of Light even more insane.

The speed of the spin is fast!

Super hi!

After a while, the little guy seemed to remember something, and after a while of tinkering with the ornaments from his arms, he groped around with the ornaments, and finally took out a red crystal the size of a fingernail out of nowhere, looked at the ghost mist around him, and then held it high.

"Great Red Monet, please accept the sacrifice offered by Jasmine."

The little guy looked expectant.

God?

Do you really think of yourself as a god?

Jasmine?

This little thing seems to be called Jasmine, and the name is quite nice.

Also, these little things actually call themselves red Monet, so those white paper figures are white Monet?

Wu Hao, who didn't quite understand the specific information of this small world, kept analyzing the information obtained in his heart, and then silently took the red crystal in the little guy's hand with a ghost mist.

Watching carefully.

This appears to be the corner of a hexagonal crystal, about one-sixth of it, and the edges of the crystal are clearly visible, and there are signs of fragmentation.

It seems to have been deliberately separated.

- Broken Core??

- This appears to be the remnants of some particular item, about one-sixth the size of the original. It contains wonderful energy, and its effect is not yet known.

Another unknown item!

It seems to be a remnant of some core.

Wu Hao thought silently.

Wait a minute!

The breath of this~

frowned, for some reason, there seemed to be an aura on this crystal that was very similar to his grotesque power, and it could even be said that the aura on it came from him.

Interesting!

What is the origin of these red Monets, their own breath is similar to their own, not grotesque, but it seems to be contaminated with their own grotesque power, and now take out an item to worship the gods, and even have their own similar aura, which is a little inexplicable.

"Could it be related to the third octagonal stele?"

"But what's the connection?"

Wu Hao couldn't figure it out.

What's more troublesome is that now he can't communicate with little Jasmine, although he can understand, he can't speak Monet's language.

This kind of chirping, like a playful language, is completely a bird language in his feeling.

I saw Wu Hao put away the red crystal

Little Jasmine's face was ecstatic.

Then he knelt in the ghost fog and kept kowtowing to Wu Hao.

"Great God, save the Red Monet, we are on the verge of destruction. Waiting for your arrival for thousands of years, these hateful white Monets are almost slaughtering the Red Monets. ”

"Please, punish the White Monet, and save your people."

Little Jasmine's eyes flowed large red tears, which fell into the mist and solidified into small beads, and a series of them were almost strung into chains.

It's magical.

......