Chapter 74 Devil's Horn Herbal Medicine

Wandering on the sweltering road, as time passed, Su Cheng's body wrapped in a dark blue coat and tactical vest was soon soaked with sweat, and even the body value that was originally enough began to decline at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Unfastening only one of the pockets of his tactical vest, Su Cheng looked around as he took a weak, but cheap enough remnant body recovery potion to take it out of his pocket and quickly ingested it.

However, even if he took the recovery potion, it couldn't dispel the maddening stuffiness, which wasn't too important. On top of that, he had to wait here until there was a crack in the space again.

In fact, when Sioux City looked into the distance, he could see some crevices that made his heart flutter. He could even hear the roar of the beast through the cracks, or get a glimpse of the raging battle.

But Su Cheng knew in his heart that it was not where he came. And for the sake of the task and the bonus, he had to go back there, otherwise there would be no point in anything.

Soon, time slipped away imperceptibly. The old man who was originally leaning on the dead wood left at some point, and Su Cheng also drank the third bottle of the recovery potion, but the suitable gap did not appear for a long time.

Wandering around the neighborhood in anguish, Sioux City tries to find a crevice that will allow him to return to the battlefield of the Coffin Mission. But in fact, during the time he waited, he found that there were not many cracks that were opened repeatedly, or the probability was not high.

Predictably, his plan to get back to the battlefield quickly didn't seem to be an easy one to execute unless there was a sudden increase in the number of people dying on that battlefield.

Just as Sioux City was furrowed in distress, a series of white clouds suddenly spread over from the depths of the road, slowly but surely enveloping the entire road.

These dense white fogs appeared like substances, and they seemed to have no cause, so they inexplicably enveloped the entire road, obscuring the dim light above, and reducing the view of the road to a rather dangerous distance.

Su Cheng's face looked up, but there was nothing but a solid white mist. However, he did not panic, and the flickering fists of the holy light only hung down beside him, and the steps under his feet were still slow and steady, avoiding excessive impact.

Accompanied by a cold air current, the mournful screams of the undead reached Su Cheng's ears. The creepy noise resounded on the deserted road, and the noise from nowhere surrounded him, and the rugged road was shattered by an inexplicable force, and the mud and dust fluttered in the air in an eerie volley, and then fell back to the road, repeating itself.

Try not to fight the undead......

Su Cheng walked towards the place where the screams came from, but he remembered the construction that the old man had inadvertently given.

In this white mist, he didn't take out the soul searchlight, the lighting prop of the realm of the dead, there was no need for this, and there was no need for it. With the buff from the Night Instinct, his eyesight was good enough for this particular situation - and this wasn't the first time he had fought with a lack of vision.

Sioux City, which has experienced various special environments during actual combat training, walks in the thick white fog like a fish in water, and is completely unaffected.

Instead, he walked a short distance towards where the sound had come from, and he spotted a sluggish undead covered in dried blood and his armor full of broken arrows.

Paying attention, Su Cheng learned the opponent's military rank from the shoulder of the opponent's armor - corporal.

Is it the undead of the coffin battlefield?

Sioux City waited for a while, and after making sure that there didn't seem to be any other undead in the dense fog nearby, he suddenly had the idea of killing it. Compared to the reward of a corporal undead, Sioux City wanted to test the strength of these real dead.

The next moment, Su Cheng set off and rushed out.

Perhaps it was the second death that seemed to make the other person's head rot, and the reaction was surprisingly slow. Su Cheng, who was instantly attached to the opponent with a Fiore-style cut-off, didn't even deliberately hide his figure, but the opponent still slammed headlong into his uppercut that tore through the thick fog.

With the powerful momentum of the cut-off, the uppercut successfully launched a natural punch with such strength that it directly smashed the jaw of the undead, and the crisp sound of bone cracking suddenly echoed in the thick fog.

The undead who were volleyed by the hook seemed to still want to struggle, but Su Cheng grabbed its shoulder the next moment, and his right knee hit its abdomen like a cannonball, and the already cracked armor was even smashed out of a small hole in an instant, revealing the fleshy body under the armor.

After making up for a heavy elbow blow on the side, although he couldn't see the vitality of the undead, Su Cheng could probably estimate that even if the opponent's vitality didn't bottom out, there wasn't much left.

Without giving the other party a chance to breathe, Su Cheng swung his fists without stopping, and the movements were coherent, so that the unreactive undead completely lost the possibility of struggling, and could only fall to the ground in the middle of the battle.

Another heavy punch smashed directly into the face of the undead, and the charred undead emitted a burst of rancid black gas again under the purification of the holy light, and then shook violently, and finally died again.

In fact, after coming into contact with this undead, although Su Cheng's vitality was still perfect, he knew that this was not how weak the other party was, but that the other party had lost his first move, and because of his weak reaction and speed, he died helplessly again before his strength could be exerted.

In his heart, he gave the other party a not too high evaluation, and Su Cheng pressed his hand on the floating light ball. However, the next moment he pressed it, he felt that something was wrong.

Uncontrollably, he stared at the gray-white ball of light, the strange ball of light seemed to flicker rhythmically, and his head swayed with the rhythm, making him feel that his head was gradually becoming heavy, and the surrounding environment was irreversibly blurred.

In a daze, he suddenly thought of himself who had been knocked down in the ring, of a stern face that had become blurred, and of a familiar and kind face.

Was he so powerless when he was knocked down at that time? Maybe it's too long ago, and Sioux City doesn't know very well. But what he can be sure of is that even his weak self at the beginning did not admit defeat and surrender without a struggle.

Spat out, he stretched out his arms hard, trying to prop himself up from the ground. But when his hands touched the ground, he felt like he was holding his hands on liquid, as if he were floating and sinking on the sea.

It was a terrifying feeling that had no real feeling, a qiē like a phantom.

In order to get rid of this feeling that made him a little panicked, Sioux City began to force himself to think about something that was not available. Like his unfinished tasks, like the things he promised, and his stupid and cute sister.

Soon, a face that seemed to have been yellowed suddenly came to his mind. The first thing that came to mind was her always somewhat aloof look, followed by her soft body, and her unknown unique perfume, as well as her smooth ......

Without further thought, Su Cheng slapped his cheek and struggled to get up from the ground. His body still floated as if on the sea, and the illusory ups and downs did not seem to diminish with the memories.

He cursed the inexplicable negative effect in an irritated whisper, raised his hand and fumbled with his tactical vest, and finally, after several attempts, pulled out a bottle of liquid that glowed dark green.

Cursing frustratedly again, Su Cheng poured the entire bottle of liquid into his mouth. The next moment, his body suddenly lit up with a dark green shimmer, and as the light disappeared, the terrifying dizziness also disappeared.

Lying on the ground panting roughly, Su Cheng, who had escaped, looked at the empty bottle in his hand that originally contained the magic horn herbal medicine with emotion, and sincerely thanked the second lieutenant Vincent who died at his hands.

You know, if he didn't have this life-saving elixir, which is also valuable in the realm of the undead, as long as he encounters anything that knows how to attack, he will definitely give his life here.