The Pale Rose scene is dominated by a cold, dull grayish color, and the sky is obscured by heavy leaden clouds, and the scene is covered with fog, which minimizes visibility in the scene. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Exiting the back door of the steeple white house was a muddy field with patches of weeds more than a man tall growing in the field, which served as a good cover for those who escaped.

After the fresh rain in the empty mountain, I cleared the weeds and walked through the fog-filled muddy field, which was already shrouded in fog, and from this position I could no longer see the spires of the white houses.

Far enough, right? And with such a big fog, if you hide here, no one will be able to find me anytime soon.

He crouched down in the mud, keeping his massive body as sheltered by the weeds as possible.

It is expected that even if other killers pass by, if they don't happen to hit him head-on, it should be difficult to find him squatting in the grass and holding mushrooms.

Unless they all have special tracking skills......

Sorayama thought of this after the new rain, but quickly shook his head negatively.

How can it be such a coincidence, the so-called tracking skills mastered by most players at this stage are mainly aimed at Survivor players.

And he is now playing a killer, and the difference in roles can already rule out most of the tracking methods.

Switching out of the slaughter list and glancing at it again, Kushan Xinyu noticed that the 'Forty Meter Sword Qi' that was chasing him just now had died.

There was a toothache-like grin on his ugly killer face, and he thought to himself: Hehe, the third place in this game has been successfully obtained.

With the remaining two killers, you're almost ready to fight, right?

If they're lucky, and the two of them fight to lose, hmph, maybe I can pick up a bargain for nothing.

Once a person is out of danger and settled, it is easy to think too much, although the behavior is cowardly after the new rain in the empty mountain, but his thoughts are quite beautiful.

But he had not been hiding in the mud for more than two minutes, when a strange crow flew out of nowhere, flapping its wings and circling above his head, and making a terrible croaking sound.

Where did the crows come from? It's annoying!

After the new rain, he pulled a handful of mud from the ground and threw it at the damned bird, trying to drive it away, but the crow quickly dodged the mud and continued to hover over his head.

Strange, this is still haunting me?

After the new rain in Sorayama, he felt that the crow's behavior was a little abnormal, and it felt like he was deliberately revealing his position.

It wasn't until he stood up and moved his position that the crow finally flapped its wings and flew away.

After the new rain in the empty mountain, he breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to continue to hide, but suddenly, he noticed a cold chill coming from the cold behind him, and the pores on the back of his neck were all erected under the stimulation of the cold, and a strange feeling was suddenly born in his heart that he was being followed and peeped at.

Someone behind you?!

He quickly turned his head to take a look, but all he could see behind him was a vast white mist and swaying weeds.

Oh no, eighty percent of the location was exposed by the crow just now, and one of the remaining two killers may have come to the neighborhood now, probably standing somewhere next to him and staring at him.

Thinking of this, Kongshan couldn't help but tense his nerves after the new rain, and his face kept looking around in shock, and the slightest wind and grass made his heart thump wildly.

Let's get out of here......

After he walked forward for a distance, the feeling of being followed and peeping appeared again.

Someone, someone is following me.

He turned around quickly, the axe in his hand tremblingly pointing at the weeds behind him, which was more than a man tall, but he still couldn't lock on to the exact location of the tracker.

Come out!

Damn, I'm like this, what's the point of you hiding and pretending to be a ghost like this? Can't I just stand and let you kill?

Sorayama felt extremely speechless after the new rain, wondering if the other party had BT's voyeurism in reality.

Obviously, I look like I'm dying at the touch of a button, and the other party is hiding like a big enemy, looking for an opportunity to sneak attack, is this tricking me?

What do you want?

Just when he felt upset because he couldn't get rid of the trailing people after the new rain in the empty mountain, a series of unique footsteps on the muddy ground suddenly came from behind him, and quickly from far to near.

Bang ......

Go out...... Appeared?!

After the new rain in Kushan, he thought that the peeping man was finally going to come out to face him, so he quickly turned around nervously, and immediately saw that about five meters behind him, a burly body like an iron tower had separated the weeds and was striding towards the place where he was standing.

Before the comer approached, he already felt the terrifying and cruel aura transmitted from him after the new rain in the empty mountain, and a feeling of despair suddenly arose in his heart that he could not escape after being targeted by a hungry beast.

This monster-like creature with a terrible human skin mask on his face, a strange machete made of steel bars in his hand, and two black flesh hooks pierced his shoulder blade on his strong right shoulder, and the wound was shocking, and he just glanced there, and a terrible feeling of pain and cruelty welled up in his heart.

Faced with this beast-like opponent, Sorayama felt that there was no way to escape, and death was his only fate.

……

The Hundred Ghost Demon Knife walked quickly in front of his opponent, his eyes under the mask spewing out a greedy and bloodthirsty light, looking at the prey in front of him who was trembling with fear.

Don't be afraid, let me cut your throat, your blood will come out like a fountain, and it won't be long before you die without much pain.

In the face of this kind of opponent who was so frightened that he gave up resistance and obediently allowed him to torture, the whole person of the Hundred Ghost Demon Dao trembled with excitement.

The feeling of killing is much more wonderful than having sex, and it is addictive and difficult to extricate yourself.

Die!

The Hundred Ghost Demon Knife stretched out his empty left hand, grabbed the hair of Kushan Xinyuhou, tilted his head back, and raised the steel machete in his hand high, aiming at Kongshan Xinyuhou's neck and about to fall.

But at this moment, as if he suddenly sensed something, he turned around suddenly, and the steel bar knife in his hand reflexively blocked in front of him.

An uncatchable black shadow flashed behind him, and then a cold white face enlarged in the eyes of the Hundred Ghost Demon Knife.

A white-masked killer swooped behind him at breakneck speed and attacked, stabbing him in the chest at a sharp angle.

The sharp knife in the killer's hand grazed the blade of the steel bar knife in the hand of the Hundred Ghost Demon Knife, emitting a burst of metal friction that produced a piercing buzz, this knife seemed reluctant, but it still made him hit the chest of the Hundred Ghost Demon Knife.

- You have been hit by the Killer Night Stalker's attack, and your health has been reduced.

-- The virus invades your body, and you gain a negative state of 'high fever'.

The vision suddenly became hazy and blurred, and the scene in front of him seemed to be obscured by a translucent film, and only a rough outline could be seen.

A negative state that can obscure vision?

Ahaha, interesting, that's interesting......

The hundred ghosts and demon swords are not angry but happy in their hearts, their mentality is crazy, but their minds are extremely calm.

At this time, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the right direction, his eyes froze, and he let the opponent's attack attack attack towards him, without dodging or defending, and at the same time slashed directly in the direction from which the footsteps came from.

Ooh!

The knife missed.

Only then did the Hundred Ghost Demon Knife turn its head to look in that direction, and in his blurred vision, he could only see a black shadow flying out in an embarrassed posture, barely dodging the knife he exchanged for injuries.

Count you as acquaintances.

If you dare to take this knife, you will die!

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