At first, Song Xiaocheng thought that Hou Xiaolin was playing that trick of "zombie human rights" again - he had obviously given the ghoul in front of him a slap, and that guy was now called miserable - but he immediately realized that things were indeed going in a bad direction.

The sturdy flesh wrapped around the ghoul was charred by the fire, but it still didn't do any decisive damage. The ghoul writhed in pain with twisted and terrible limbs, and then fell to his knees, his hands pressed to the ground. If it weren't for the fact that it raised its head immediately after it and let out a deafening roar, Song Xiaocheng would even think that he had really knocked it down.

With a roar, the whispers that had been surrounding them began to grow louder and louder, as if there were thousands of dead souls cursing and wailing. No matter how big Song Xiaocheng is, he can see that something is about to happen.

Just when he raised his right hand and was about to attack again, he was grabbed by Hou Xiaolin's arm.

"Don't be naïve! Run!"

“...... Great idea!"

After failing to kill the other party in seconds from the first blow, Song Xiaocheng was already a little hairy. Today was probably the first time I had met a real opponent since I mastered Igna. With far less actual combat experience, he decided that it would not be a shameful idea to temporarily retreat at this time.

The two turned around, each took a long step, and ran away. Hou Xiaolin always seemed to see the direction clearly, but Song Xiaocheng just followed him. It's just that after running less than two steps, Song Xiaocheng felt a stumble under his feet and fell down with a snap. Hou Xiaolin, who was a few steps ahead, heard the sound of falling behind him, and quickly turned his head to help Song Xiaocheng.

Song Xiaocheng said in his heart that this guy was benevolent and righteous at this time, and reached out to grab Hou Xiaolin's wrist and wanted to get up. Before he could stand up, he saw Hou Xiaolin looking behind him in horror, so he dragged him staggering forward again. As soon as he ran and didn't take two steps, Song Xiaocheng's feet stumbled again, and this time he was dragged to the ground by Hou Xiaolin.

Song Xiaocheng turned his face away, wanting to see what tripped over him. In the confusion, his eyes were only full of yellow-green, and he couldn't see anything clearly, and when he was wondering, he suddenly noticed that wisps of tentacles were squirming on the originally slimy and slippery ground, as if he was self-conscious, and he was wrapping around the soles of his feet and elbows that were sticking to the ground.

"Good he's disgusting!"

While struggling to pull away from the restraints on the ground, Song Xiaocheng cursed.

"It's activated fungus! Hurry up!" Hou Xiaolin urged as he shook off his foot and hit the ground.

Why didn't Song Xiaocheng want to hurry up? Why, the entanglement of the fungus moss was getting denser and denser. To make matters worse, heavy footsteps could be heard not far away, and it sounded like more than one—in the midst of the chaos, there were about dozens of pairs of feet rapidly approaching him.

Under urgency, Song Xiaocheng pressed the palm of his right hand to the ground, and a stream of crimson fire spread outward from his palm.

"No!!don't burn the moss!!" Hou Xiaolin shouted.

However, it was still a step too late.

As the light of the fire ignited the fungus moss, the ground seemed to let out a silent scream, and the fungus moss within a radius of more than a dozen steps exploded. At the same time, the red flame seemed to have ignited some rope, and a thin straight line quickly extended in a certain direction in the depths of the Green Dragon Plateau. It seems that some kind of alarm has been triggered.

But fortunately, this flame also allowed the two to escape. When Song Xiaocheng stood up and turned around to continue to escape, he saw that the huge ghoul behind him was leading about twenty or thirty zombies to chase him. Those zombies were obviously different from the zombies they had seen before, not only were they strong and agile, but they also held machetes and clubs in their hands, their faces were even more hideous and terrifying, and their bright white eyes scanned the surroundings viciously.

"Run, run, it's a ghost army!" Just as Song Xiaocheng turned around, Hou Xiaolin grabbed his arm and ran.

After running a few steps, the two of them slipped and fell on the moss ground again.

At this time, several zombies were already chasing after them. The three zombies with long-handled sharp knives stabbed Hou Xiaolin with a knife, but one knife hit the left shoulder, one knife against the right rib, and another knife went around the back and stabbed from the waist. The three long-handled sharp knives stabbed Hou Xiaolin's blood, and the sharp knives stood on the ground, nailing him to the tip of the knife, holding it high, unable to move. Although he couldn't die with his ability, he also had a heart-rending pain and screamed in the air.

There were also a few others with machetes, slashing at Song Xiaocheng with their heads and faces. Xiao Cheng didn't dodge, gritted his teeth and stretched out his right hand to grasp the blade of one of the knives, letting the others look at his head and shoulders, not only was it not injured, it didn't even hurt. The right hand that grabbed the machete slammed into force, and the blade was instantly burned and shiny, and it was easily bent like soft clay.

If you fight against a few living people, with such skill, you can scare off dozens of people. But the other party is a "ghost army", and they are all really emotionless killers. Song Xiaocheng broke a machete, and was surrounded by more than a dozen ghost soldiers and zombies, head, shoulders and back, each knife chopped and axe, and the gun stabbed and hammered.

Under the raindrop-like attack, the anger in Song Xiaocheng's heart burned fiercely. With a roar that pierced the sky, he frantically waved his right hand, and Igny in his palm spewed out a huge amount of flames, like an arrogant fire beast, viciously charging and biting the ghost soldiers who tried to surround him.

"No...... Song Xiaocheng! Stop fighting, run!!"

Hou Xiaolin writhed his body in pain, but to no avail, he was still stabbed high on the tip of the knife.

I'm afraid it's not the time now! Once the furious beast is slaughtered, how can it be easy to stop?

In the face of the irritable flame offensive, the ghost soldiers scattered and retreated one by one, forming a large circle, surrounding Song Xiaocheng in the middle. Xiao Cheng didn't care so much, relying on his invulnerability, waving his hands full of flames, casually identifying a zombie and pounced on it. The zombie was holding a large-diameter twisted steel bar more than half a meter long, and raised his weapon horizontally to resist his attack. But what was attacking in front of him was not an ordinary weapon after all, but a blazing fireball. The moment the two touched, the ghost soldier was burned into a fire along with the iron rod in his hand. When the zombie was about to fight back, the iron rod in his hand had melted in his hand like hot wax.

Song Xiaocheng made a move to defeat the enemy, and burst into a burst of smug laughter. The ghost soldiers besieging on both sides even had some cowardice, and took two steps back, which ignited his fighting spirit even more, and waved his right hand frantically, and the flames spewed out by Igni were like a fire whip, frantically attacking the zombies on both sides.

The zombie ghost soldiers let out bursts of angry and helpless roars, and tried their best to resist Song Xiaocheng's attack with the weapons in their hands, but the wooden poles and steel were either burned to ashes in an instant under the flames of Igna, or were cut in two by the high temperature. For a while, Song Xiaocheng had the absolute upper hand, and he was so proud that he even thought of his own nickname - Song Xiaocheng, the god of fire and war, or Song Xiaocheng, the god of red flame and demons......

"Brother, be careful!" Hou Xiaolin suddenly roared with all his strength on the side.

The ghost corps under the four sides had already collapsed under Song Xiaocheng's attack. In his smugness, Hou Xiaolin's roar suddenly woke him up. The giant ghoul in the distance was rushing towards him at full speed. Song Xiaocheng hurriedly carried the fire and burned towards the ghoul, and a high-pressure fountain-like pillar of fire burned straight towards the ghoul.

But the ghoul did not dodge, did not block, did not dodge, and ate the fire attack with an iron head. Although when he rushed in front of him, the corpse and flesh of his whole body had been burned and scorched, but he still hit Song Xiaocheng's body hard, knocking him to the ground, and pressing him to the ground with his body.

Song Xiaocheng was struggling, but he felt that he was weak, his right hand was pinned aside by the ghoul, and Igni couldn't burn it even if he had the firepower to fight again. Gritting his teeth, Song Xiaocheng was annoyed that he had forgotten that this guy still existed, and at the same time twisted his face to look at Hou Xiaolin.

Hou Xiaolin was still stabbed high in the air by three sharp knives, crying with a sad face, looking at Song Xiaocheng with a smooth eye.

"It's late...... Brother, it's late. He's coming...... He ......"

Before Song Xiaocheng could think about who was coming, he was dragged up by the ghoul with his right wrist. The ghoul was really powerful, dragging his wrist in the air, Song Xiaocheng's feet were off the ground, and he felt that his entire arm was about to be torn off.

The ghoul turned Song Xiaocheng slightly, turning his face away. A familiar figure appeared in his sight.

Dressed in a black hoodie, his face is distorted, and his eyes are as big as tennis balls......

It turned out that he came.

"Thank you, thank you, Hiratsuka Xie, put me down first...... Let your bunch of guys put me down first!" Hou Xiaolin begged loudly.

Hiratsuka Xie ignored him, and only looked at Song Xiaocheng, and the three ghost soldiers were still stabbing Hou Xiaolin with long knives.

"It's you, it's you!" Hiratsuka took off his hood, revealing his ugly and deformed bald head, "No...... It's not you! you're another. Another guy playing with fire!"

For a moment, Song Xiaocheng couldn't tell which thing was more painful - it was more painful to be dragged by the ghoul and hung in the air, or it was more painful to endure the silly language of this bald monster.

"Tell the ghost that I can't deal with you. Look, he's wrong! My men have caught you, hahaha! My men have caught you! I've made a mistake with the ghost! You're not a God's chosen one!"

Hiratsuka Xie yelled emotionally in front of Song Xiaocheng's face, and the foul smell and droplets sprayed on his face, making him almost unable to breathe. But Song Xiaocheng only cared hard to think about how he could get out, and soon, a simple plan was brewing in his mind.

"What are you talking about?" Song Xiaocheng gritted his teeth, and then followed Hiratsuka's words, hoping to attract a little of his attention. Although it seems to him that the IQ of this bald monster may not even notice his small movements.

"God's chosen one! We know you, we have always known you! That Yuan Zhangsu is just a maggot that eats carrion, you are the one who is truly chosen by God!"

"Heh, you know a lot, I always thought you were mentally retarded!" Song Xiaocheng quietly clenched his fists, brewing strength in his palm.

"Haha-ha!" Hiratsuka laughed a few times, "I know a lot! I know that you are connected to God through a psychic channel......"

Song Xiaocheng had to be surprised in his heart, the bald freak in front of him knew far more information than he imagined.

"So...... Do you want to talk to God too?" Song Xiaocheng gritted his teeth and said provocatively, as he continued to brew strength in his right hand...... It's almost a success!

"Haha! He and the ghost have already established a connection with the gods! With the guidance of the gods, we will soon be able to find the great runes!"

"Oh, yes, then why are you still robbing the original Zhangsuo's research materials?"

This sentence was really effective, and the bald freak suddenly put away the ugly smile on his face, and took a few steps closer to Song Xiaocheng.

"It's you...... Did you transfer those materials?!"

"That's right, it's me!" Song Xiaocheng gritted his teeth and smiled. Although he couldn't see his own expression, he was sure that he must be smiling very hideously, "What? Do you want to know where those materials went?"

"You...... Information...... You put them-" An even more terrifying expression appeared on the bald monster's face, staring at the already huge eyeball, approaching in front of Song Xiaocheng.

Immediately...... Immediately! in a few seconds...... The arm that grabbed his wrist was already starting to get chilly!

But just when Song Xiaocheng's escape plan was about to succeed, an unexpected thing suddenly happened.

Behind Hiratsuka Xie, a ghost soldier who originally stabbed Hou Xiaolin with a long knife suddenly pierced Hiratsuka Xie's back in the heart, and jumped violently, clamping the ugly bald head from behind.

"Song Xiaocheng, take your friends, get out of here!" the ghost soldier actually shouted at Song Xiaocheng.

Through the ghost soldier's messy black hair, Song Xiaocheng was shocked to see a familiar face......