"Hey, this is Mao?"

Because of Sivir's misstep, everyone's attention was concentrated, and this roar was naturally heard clearly by everyone.

Quinta was furious, wondering what was going on.

Lao Tzu just said that he couldn't even find a hair, and you suddenly howled in this voice, is it a hairy meaning?

At this time, a few brothers here also wanted to go over and see what was going on with the eldest sister.

Quinta was pondering the rupture, frowning, only to think that it was time to take sides. And the mercenary group that he worked so hard to run, the brothers seemed to have long been unmindful, and there were even people who were looking at that woman.

If this rhythm continues, I'm afraid that I will break with the entire mercenary group in a while, and this will be a mess

Quinta suddenly sighed and cast a "giant trample" on the ground. The scattered shockwave caused the brothers in front of them to shake their feet, and they immediately looked back in confusion.

Quinta turned her grim face at them, her eyes grim to Sivir's side.

He asked the adventurer named Pheasant in a cold voice, "What did you just say?" ”

The brothers behind him were silent, and at this time they had already sensed something from the abnormal demeanor and tone of the regiment leader, and they couldn't help but sweat for the pheasant over there.

Fortunately, pheasants have always been witty and dexterous.

Sure enough, the pheasant reacted quickly, opened his mouth and replied: "I just said, this is hair!" ”

I'll go.

This answer made everyone almost fall, could it be that the pheasant lost his mind today? Why didn't he reply seriously at this time, and besides, he didn't even take a look at the head of the regiment.

Quinta was furious, and took a step closer and said, "What do you say, what do you mean?" ”

The pheasant was really dizzy, completely ignoring the warning eyes of his brothers. He crouched on the sand and stretched out his hand.

Pointing to that: "Let me say something, isn't it just a hair?" Commander, if you don't believe it, come and take a look, come on, come on, you all come and take a look. ”

Quinta stood on tiptoe, and finally saw a black, really hair—a strand of hair—in the spread sand nest.

"Is it ......" Quinta startled.

The other brothers were just curious, and they all ran over to see that there were not many living creatures in this desert, and even fewer were hairy.

The pheasant was a little unhappy, grinning bitterly: "Damn, it looks like I hid some treasure and won't tell you, Ya is excited." ”

However, he himself was a little curious, so he kicked again with anger, trying to solve the puzzle in advance.

Poof.

I saw a piece of sand flying, and the pheasant's eyes widened at first, and then he slumped on the ground.

"What, what do you see?"

"Dead, dead head!"

The pheasant used both hands and feet, crawled backwards in a panic, grabbed something indiscriminately and clung to it.

Cut, isn't it just a dead man's head? More adventurers are buried in this desert every year, and eighty percent of them are a corpse blown out of yesterday's sandstorm.

Afraid of hair?

The brethren felt disdainful in their hearts, and gathered around them, and suddenly their eyes widened.

For a moment, everyone held hands and stood in a circle intimately, because only in this way would they not collapse on the ground.

Everyone's legs were swinging, even their eyes were swinging, and their whole bodies trembled and looked at the middle place.

A head planted in a nest in the sand is nothing for mercenaries, and they are used to it.

But this is not an ordinary head, it is covered with white hair, a dense layer, and if it were not for the strand of hair exposed, it would almost be impossible to tell that it was a head.

Who the hell is he?

No, what exactly is it? A thousand-year-old zombie in the desert, the white-haired zombie king?

Suddenly, the strange stories that circulated in the group of adventurers lingered in everyone's minds, lingering. Whatever it is, there will be an extremely terrifying existence under this head, and if it is allowed to come out, everyone will suffer.

What to do?

"Grandma is a bear, whether it's a hair, cut it and talk about it."

Among the mercenaries, there is no shortage of decisive men, and someone immediately draws a long knife and wants to act.

"Great, let's do it." Quinta cheered up in the distance, and peeked at Sivir, who was lying on the ground without moving, "Hurry up and slash down, you are the biggest hero of the mercenary group." ”

The knife was already held above his head, and the sunlight reflected the cold glow of slaughter on it.

Right now.

"Wait, keep your head under the knife." The deputy head of the regiment, Kunsler's eyes lit up suddenly, and he stopped it.

"Tell you that this head must not be cut off, you see that there is no white hair on it, it is all a thousand-year-old corpse poison that has been condensed and formed. If this knife is slashed, the head will explode, and these white hairs will instantly turn into poisonous mist, and nothing within a radius of a hundred miles will survive, not even the desert reptiles underground. ”

Kunsler's words were colorful, and he was a half-baked expert who studied the history of the continent and strange stories, which immediately made the eldest brother Quinta believe it.

"Boom, this head exploded, like a mine. Poof, our whole regiment is gone, like blowing bubbles. "Kunsler also came alive.

"Oh Mom, this white-haired ghost must not be messed with."

The rest of the brothers were even more frightened and could not stand steadily, and under the command of Kunsler's eyes, they supported each other and carefully dispersed step by step.

In the midst of this dead silence, suddenly......

"Ghosts? What the heck? A confused voice rang out.

Everyone looked at each other, and then they all shook their heads and closed their mouths, indicating that they did not make a sound.

"Is that you, don't go."

There was sand blown up by the bunker where the head was buried, and the sound came from there, it was a white-haired ghost!

Moreover, the sound is somewhat familiar, and it seems to know us as if it is listening.

"Oh no, which rival must have turned into a white-haired ghost and came to me for revenge?" This terrible thought is born in everyone's mind.

Damn! In an instant, several people sat down with their eyes dazed.

The rough men who were already frightened were now out of their minds, and they all grimaced.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Don't, don't come to me." It wasn't me who had an affair with your mother-in-law last year, at least not me, if I want to find you first, Zhang Dacang, he is the first one. ”

Shouting out the words that were holding back in his heart, the man let out a long breath and stared at the white-haired ghost on the ground.

For a moment, there was no movement.

"Not looking for me, I'm fine." The man cheered.

Suddenly, the rest of the people, who were about to be unable to hold back, also rushed to get up.

"I confess, I didn't burn the weapons shop in the Snake family, but I took the opportunity to steal a Dolan sword, and I swear I'll pay it back when I get back."

"I received the dividends twice last month, which made the deputy head almost commit suicide. Alas, I'm sorry Vice-Captain, you have a spirit in heaven. Hey, something seems wrong......"

Just as everyone was reviewing themselves, Kunsler took out his little notebook and just made another note.

The plea conference continues.

"I'll admit that the last time I went on an adventure in the Plague Jungle, I stole the last pair of clean underwear from the Big Brute, and it was I who cherished myself too much, but I almost lost the pride of a man because he contracted a poisonous sore. Da Manniu, if you come to me for revenge because of this suicide, I can only repay it with the pride of a man. ”

The man named Tiegen came over generously as if he was dying, tightened his waist, and lifted his hips.

Aimed his man's pride at the white-haired ghost.