Although he couldn't turn his head and confirm it with his own eyes, Wu Feng believed that the owner of these arms should not belong to the living - this was not his simple malicious speculation, in fact, it could be seen from the swollen and bruised skin of the other party that this was most likely not something that the human race could have.

At this point, however, it doesn't matter if this conjecture is correct or not. Even if he knew that he only had to look back and see a corpse that had been dead for a long time and was rotting and stinking, but so what?

Yes, so what?

Got it, but nothing will change.

Before he could react, the stench of damp air rushed from behind him like a tidal wave. At the same time, the surrounding space suddenly resounded with a shrill mockery like that of an old woman, but in an instant, it came to an abrupt end.

How to tell?

Wu Feng stood in place as if he was stunned, the sharp weapon was held in his big bruised hand, and the upper body wearing the close-fitting enchanted leather armor seemed to be twitching and trembling.

He stared at the darkness in front of him as if his soul had been withdrawn, he could feel his heart beating wildly, the sound of popping was ringing in his ears, he breathed deeply, but the sound didn't float out of his wriggling lips, it simply repeated and repeated in his mind.

The arms behind him, hugged tighter.

His arms were hung with the negative effects of damaged bones, but it didn't matter. Importantly, for the first time, he found himself hating Anno so much.

In this mission, if he was a heart patient, he would have been sick more than three times by now, although he knew he was not, but maybe, just maybe, he could be a hidden patient, so that his life would be in danger when he encountered this mission.

What a large team of lawyers and legal funds Anno has to prepare for this—unless they have the means to prevent it, they don't have to worry about this happening......

, what the hell am I thinking! Wu Feng's head was raised suddenly, and his hideous face was probably more than that of the evil spirit--he was annoyed by his fear and hesitation, he knew that he had already understood, and now this qiē qiē was not important at all.

The only important thing is that he re-"°Cdǐng"°Cdiǎn"°C"°C"°C"°C"°C".2≡3.◎os_(); If you don't do anything, you'll have to quit here.

Caught off guard by the monster, his weak diǎn, who lacked training on weekdays, was clearly highlighted, and as a former professional player, he couldn't even make a half-diǎn decent resistance move, but was gently dragged back by the other party, like a novice fool with no brains.

The thought of shame and anger only flashed in his mind, and Wu Feng, whose cheeks were flushed, couldn't take care of anything else, and as soon as his brain was hot, he used the Xianmen skill [Lei Zhen] that was intended to press the bottom of the box, and opened his mouth and shouted angrily:

"Get out of here!"

Thunder is positive, the ancients saw thunder, all frightened within a radius of 100 miles, so the shock is also thunder for the movement is shocked, fierce and unmatched, its momentum is unstoppable, especially restrain a qiē evil thing.

And with the use of this skill, the law came out casually, and the thunder in this dark and damp room suddenly rolled, although there was no thunder and lightning flash, but for the things of the yin soul and evil spirits, this level of thunder was no less than drinking with holy light as a stick, and the pair of rotten and smelly arms couldn't help but be stunned.

The strength of Wu Feng's body also skyrocketed with the follow-up gain of [Thunder Shock], and his arms, which were originally unable to move, rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, tightening the sleeves of the cloth, and the enchanted leather armor on his upper body became tighter and tighter.

Seizing the fleeting opportunity, he quickly swayed from side to side, and instantly broke free of the confinement behind him, slamming the "person" behind him backwards.

Breaking free from the confinement, Wu Feng turned his head to look behind him without any extra energy.

Without hesitation, the next moment, the large knife infused by the gray air flow was thrown out of his hand violently, the blade cut through the air, and rotated along his waist with a sharp whistling sound, as if there was a pair of invisible big hands in control, as dexterous and swift as a pair of invisible big hands, the strength was definitely enough to split an ordinary level player and the armor on his body in two.

However, the owner of the rotten arms retreated in an instant, and the speed of his movements was no slower than the speed of the broadsword!

Feeling that the other party was retreating, Wu Feng instinctively rushed to attack at the moment, and while turning around, he held the big knife that was still whirling around his waist, and at the same time quickly walked towards the back, and the steady pace under his feet finally showed everyone the only basic skills he had left in his professional era.

Rising like a fierce beast, he had only one thought in his heart at this time--

Chop in half!

But when Wu Fengzhen took advantage of the huge inertia of the big knife to slash from left to right, his eyes swept over, but he saw that the appearance of the person behind him was slightly familiar, and when he looked closely, it was very similar to Li Jia, who he was looking for!

Li Jia?

Let the big knife in his hand fall to the ground, silently, the big knife cut through the ground, as if it was nothing more than tofu that looked like a stone. But the next moment, a thought arose in his heart--

You should cut off the head of an evil spirit that makes you ugly! Cut off limbs! Chop off its head! Whoever it used to be, it's not anymore!

His heart jerked, and he didn't know where this thought came from. Perhaps, just maybe, is he really so violent in his heart? He was taken aback by this speculation, and the inexplicable love spread out like dye, echoing in his mind all the time......

"It's so fierce, I really don't have a sense of humor," the man interrupted Wu Feng's thoughts, crossed his hands over his chest, looked at him, and grinned: "What's the matter, you have made me wait for so long, do you still want to do it to me?" ”

Her voice was not as light and graceful as before, but like a tangled thread of silk, hoarse and messy, as if it came from a distant place.

At the same time, after only looking at her for less than five seconds, Wu Feng looked away. In fact, with such an impactful picture, Wu Feng felt that four or five seconds was long enough.

Sweeping to Li Jia in front of him again from the corner of his eye, Wu Feng knew that there was a big deal about the matter, and he was even thinking that Li Jia's fans would probably riot in the official discussion forum when they saw this terrifying scene, and the scale would definitely exceed what the group expected.

Because, no one would have thought that Li Jia would be made like this by the task--

The "Li Jia" in front of her had probably been dead for a long time, and I saw that the exposed skin on her body was swollen and gray, and the strange liquid flowed along the deep wound on her neck. On the left side of the waist there were two horrific wounds with visible squirming of internal organs, one leaving only a hollow, and the other still leaving a small knife, barely the handle of the knife into the wound.

This kind of Cheng Dù's injury, not to mention the human race, even the orcs who are born with a multiplier vitality are probably too dead to die.

At the same time, on the surface of the handle of the knife, Wu Feng's gaze stayed for two seconds, and he saw a scale painted on it, the details of the scale were covered by bloodstains, but among the lines, there was still a faint magic light, exuding a strange aura around.

Enchanted weapons? Why didn't she pull the knife out? That's not good......

This is Wu Feng's first thought, although Li Jia is not a high-end player, but at least it is not the first time she has come into contact with "Anpony" today, she has been active in "Anpoch" since the start of the server, and it is impossible for her to make such a low-level mistake as letting the enchanted weapon remain in the wound.

After thinking about it, Wu Feng finally just asked softly, "Sister Jia, are you okay?" What's the status? Can you still act? ”

These were just one of Wu Feng's countless questions, but he only asked this, after all, the rest of the questions were more or less like they were teaching her a lesson, and now, at least before the end of the live broadcast, it was not appropriate to ask questions.

Li Jia's eyes swept behind Wu Feng first, and then stared at him, his swollen eyes were slightly dull, but he still grinned, and responded happily: "It's in good shape, it's very good." ”

Indeed, Wu Feng, who has personally experienced the strength of Li Jia's arms, agrees with this diǎn, although she seems to be injured badly enough, and even should have hung up early according to the severity of her injuries, this may only be one of the little secrets of why Li Jia survived here, just like he can also swell his own hands to explode.

It's just that understanding is understanding, looking at Li Jia's miserable appearance, Wu Feng's eyes still couldn't help but keep looking at his neck that was almost completely cut off.

He always felt as if his head hanging around his neck was about to fall off, and finally he couldn't bear to ask, "Hmm... Do you need a drug to stop bleeding and heal? I brought quite a few. ”

Li Jia was still grinning, just shook her head, but didn't speak, just turned around and looked at the door behind her from time to time, shrugging her head silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

Li Jia's silence gradually made the atmosphere become awkward, and he put away the weapon in his hand uncomfortably, Wu Feng touched the back of his neck habitually, and finally changed the topic: "I'll go and see the situation outside the door, it's weird here, it's better to really go." ”

Bypassing Li Jia, who was motionless and just smiling, Wu Feng tried to keep his eyes open and walked quickly to the gate in the dark. At the same time, the thunder gradually dissipated, and the oppressive feeling that had filled the room hit him again, and for no reason, he sped up and rushed towards the thick and ornate door, which was now tightly closed.

He struggled to pull the door open, and in the silence of the room, the sound of the door churning and grinding against the floor was unexpectedly noticeable, but he ignored it all—for no particular reason, he just thought it would be a good thing to leave quickly, nothing more.

Finally, when his body value dropped by about 30%, the strong and heavy gate revealed a gap large enough for one person to pass. He didn't act rashly, he listened vigilantly to the movement in the hallway.

After standing in the silence for a long time, Wu Feng guessed that it should be safe outside, his eyes widened, he cautiously looked out of the door, and after a cursory glance, he quickly retracted back into the room.

Outside the door, a suspicious humanoid object made him ponder, and for a moment he thought he was going to be attacked. But then he remembered that it was just some flashy ornaments in the hallway.

In fact, along the way, he did see similar objects, and he had the impression that it was just a broken and old figure sculpture near the corner, hanging on the wall like a corpse after being tortured. It's just that whether the location of the statue is here or not, he can't remember anyway.

Wu Feng remembers that his operation team once said that according to statistics, the type of mission greatly affects what players will encounter. Just as combat-oriented missions rarely need to solve puzzles, in the same way, supernatural missions rarely have fist-to-flesh battles.

One of the analysts suggested that he had tried to minimize his exposure to paranormal tasks, because to be honest, he couldn't remember what he had in his impression of what was not proportional to what and what was incompatible with his character.

And in fact, after receiving the commission for this show, he didn't pay attention to this Jianyi, probably because he was a fool who was eager for quick success - this was the original words of the analysts, and with the character of those people, Wu Feng knew that this was the most humiliating speech they could scold.

Now, for the first time, Wu Feng realized that the words of those analysts actually made sense.

No longer thinking about these things that have passed long ago, just as Wu Feng wanted to turn around and signal to Li Jia behind him, his chest suddenly popped loudly, instantly making his whole person feel like falling into an ice cave!

His eyes widened, and when he looked down, he saw that his chest began to bulge from the tight-fitting enchanted leather armor, but in the blink of an eye, a large hole was drilled out of the ground like paper......

Then, a pale, swollen, and fishy, cold little hand slowly stretched out from his chest, like caressing a lover, gently clasping his throat, which he kept swallowing, gently and delicately.

The vitality poured down like flowing water, and Wu Feng, who was originally strong enough to carry a dozen demonized grizzly bears to the ground and beat him to death, was already as weak as a sea fish that had been dehydrated for a long time, even if he fell to the ground in the next second, it was not surprising.

"Here, this way! Follow me! ”

The vision gradually became blurred, and the negative effects of massive bleeding and heavy damage to internal organs began to emerge, Wu Feng reluctantly turned around and yelled, and the person stepped into the corridor through the gap in the door. He didn't know when he was attacked, and he didn't know if he could survive, but now, he knew that even if he died, he would have to give Li Jiachuang more chances to survive.

Holding on to the wall with one hand and struggling forward, Wu Feng's eyes tried to look along the corridor, but the corridor was almost dark, and now he was riddled with negative effects, and the visibility under the blurred vision was less than half a meter, which was no different from losing his eyesight at all.

After trying to take six or seven steps in the direction he came, Wu Feng couldn't help but lean against the wall. But before he could regain his breath, the palm on his neck gradually increased. After barely walking two more steps under his feet, he finally couldn't hold on anymore with his vitality at the bottom, and fell to the ground with a bang.

No more......

Wu Feng fell there like this, blood gushing out of his chest, staining his upper body red, and every breath brought out the fragments in it. He struggled to look his head away, trying to look behind him, at Li Jia, who still had a chance to escape from here.

But in the brief moment before he died, all he saw was a head poking out of the crack in the door. His head tilted slightly, but he still had an impeccable smile of tenderness on his face.

She was smiling there until he died.

Motionless, so gentle. (To be continued.) )