Under a struggle with a huge disparity in power.

Will was defeated.

He was besieged by a group of demons, and his strong body was torn to pieces.

The dark shadow dispersed, and only a bloody Will lay on his back, the blood on his body sucked away by the greedy monsters.

His eyes were wide open, his skin glowing a strange yellow in the firelight, and the blood stains that remained on his body were shocking.

In a short time, after a moment of death, he actually straightened up from the ground and was resurrected!

It's just that this resurrection is a resurrection without soul and consciousness, and he became one of the many zombies, controlled by the demon who bit him.

On the other side, Laike and the others, who fled in a hurry, did not escape the attack of the demons and became puppets controlled by them.

In the entire city, except for the unconscious Han Qingluo, all human beings have become zombie puppets, without exception.

After a brief attack by the demons, the originally noisy city became a place of silence, a city of death, in an instant.

A demon discovered the unconscious Han Qingluo, and originally planned to turn her directly into a puppet, but was stopped by his companions on the side.

"She seems to be a witch."

"Why?"

"Why else would this group of humans tie her up, you see!" A demon pointed to the burning stake beside him.

"Why don't you take her back and dedicate her to the Holy King!"

Their muttering soon became known to the leader who had come to supervise the clean-up of the site: "What are you muttering? It's time to go! ”

The two demons quickly explained to the leader, who slowly walked in front of Han Qingluo, squatted down, and looked at her carefully.

"Uh-huh......"

Suddenly, there was a gasping sound, and Han Qingluo, who was lying unconscious on the ground, woke up.

When she opened her eyes, a pair of leather boots came into her sight, she raised her eyelids and looked up, trembling with fright by a severely disfigured face, and subconsciously exclaimed, "Ghost."

The leader shook his cloudy eyes, as if he thought of the prophecy that had been circulating in the clan a hundred years ago: a hundred years later, a prophecy witch who called themselves "ghosts" would appear and change the fate of the demons.

As for how it changed, the prophecy did not mention it, and the witch who was forced to prophesy it to them was long dead, and now that the prophecy had come true, whether it was a coincidence or not, the leader thought that he would have to take her back and hand her over to the Holy King.

"Are you a witch?"

The leader stared at her with cloudy eyes, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat.

Han Qingluo twisted his head and looked around, except for a large amount of bloodstains, there was no figure at all, it seemed that this group of "ghosts" had occupied the entire city.

Han Qingluo, who had dealt with ghosts, quickly stabilized his mind, turned his bloodstained head to the leader, his lips trembled, and he never uttered a syllable.

She was thinking about how to answer this "ghost" question with a confused mind, her throat moved nervously, and she said weakly: "Yes, I'm a witch......"

Those evil cloudy eyes stared at her for a long time, and finally said, "Bring her back and dedicate her to the Holy King!" ”

"Yes!"

After escaping, Han Qingluo closed his eyes heavily.

At least, she won't be a zombie for now, and she won't be in any danger to her life......

——

Open.

What I feel is the endless darkness, the daunting unknown.

After a short period of fear, Han Qingluo quickly stabilized his breathing and analyzed his current situation.

The calm mood made her mind clear quickly, and she realized that her body was now in a state of curling.

She tried to straighten her foot, but her toes hit an obstacle, and she reached out to caress it, and soon touched the hard wooden wall.

After a cautious period of exploration.

Han Qingluo could almost conclude that she was now in a small box, and the slight shaking meant that she was being transported.

Suddenly, the slight shaking came to an abrupt halt.

The box was slammed into the ground with a dull thud.

This made Han Qingluo's heart begin to hang.

Soon, the lid above his head rattled, and a faint light spilled in through the open gap.

Han Qingluo immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

After a moment of brightness, Han Qingluo felt that she had been carried out of the box, and the wounds that had not yet healed were being pulled and touched, transmitting unbearable pain to her brain.

She couldn't help but frown, and the next second she was put on the cold ground.

"Don't pretend, I know you're awake."

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from overhead.

Han Qingluo, who had seen through the little trick, immediately opened his eyes and struggled to get up from the ground.

She was mentally prepared to raise her head, and in her sight, she unexpectedly did not see any exciting and terrifying images, a tall, black-robed guy stood in front of her, and the wide black robe covered him up at all.

"You're the prophetic witch!"

The black-robed man continued to ask Han Qingluo in an ugly voice.

Han Qingluo lowered his eyes, thought for a while, raised his head again, and said categorically: "Yes!" ”

The black-robed man groaned for a moment, his face hidden under his hat looking at the scarred witch in front of him.

He squatted down and leaned his face towards Han Qingluo, and an ugly face was immediately reflected in her round pupils.

Han Qingluo remained motionless, seeing more of such an ugly and terrifying face, it seemed that he had also cultivated a strong heart.

Stark looked at her face without the slightest fear, and smiled sadly, "Don't you feel scared? ”

"Compared with the horror of the outward, the evil of the heart is what makes people feel frightened."

Han Qingluo only felt that her palms were cold, and it was really uncomfortable to be stared at by a monster, but she couldn't panic at the moment, so she could only pretend to be calm and talk to the monster.

Standing up and glancing at her embarrassed appearance, Tank's hoarse voice let out an ugly laugh: "I know how you feel, it doesn't feel good to be burned at the stake!" ”

"Yes."

Han Qingluo's gaze moved with Stark's movements, and she didn't know what the purpose of the monster in front of her was, so she could only answer according to his words.

After she finished answering Stark's words, the entire stone house fell into a brief silence.

Stark, who was motionless, seemed to be caught up in some inextricable memory, and Han Qingluo took the opportunity to observe the environment he was in.

The stone house made of huge stones, the space is not particularly large, and on one side is an old bookshelf full of parchment books with yellowed covers. A huge coffin stands upright and sits in the corner.

What provided the light of the entire stone house was a half-person-high stone window, without any decoration, rough and simple, which instantly reminded Han Qingluo's mind of the ancient tower fort.

Behind him was a heavy wooden door inlaid with iron blocks, presumably the exit of the stone house.

Just as she was thinking about how to escape from here, Stark on the side suddenly moved, and Han Qingluo quickly withdrew his gaze from looking around.

I saw Stark suddenly lift the hat on his head, revealing his full appearance.

A look similar to that of a patient with severe burns who had healed impacted Han Qingluo's vision, and the raised scar was intertwined with the color of the face.

The flesh on the tip of the nose seems to have been cut off, and only two holes remain. The cloudy eyes were embedded in the deeply sunken sockets like dead fish eyes, and the lipsless mouth were blackened, yellowed sharp teeth.

There was only a pitiful handful of gray hair left on the top of his head, and it was really like an evil creature crawling out of hell, which was disgusting and terrifying.

Stark naturally saw a hint of surprise flashing in Han Qingluo's eyes, he sneered, revealing his ugly teeth: "Look at my ugly appearance, are you scared?" ”

Han Qingluo nodded honestly.

Stark let out an inhalation and raised his hand to touch his scarred face, "I've been through the same thing as you before, but you're much luckier than me!" ”

He stretched out his finger at Han Qingluo, which was shrunk like a withered branch, and continued, "They burned me with fire in an attempt to destroy me...... But! I'm born again! ”

"Not only have I been born again, but I have created my own world, and I will destroy them so that they too will be burned by fire."

Stark's eyes widened in anger, as if he was in a daze.

"Why are you talking to me about this?"

Han Qingluo was very puzzled, could it be that he had arrested himself here to listen to his tragic experience?

Si Tan closed his eyes, digesting his emotions, and then slowly opened his eyes and stared at Han Qingluo: "Because your experience is similar to mine, we are all people with the same fate." ”

“……”

Who is the one with whom you are bound by the same fate?

Han Qingluo scolded in his heart, looking like this, it didn't look like a person.

"So, join us demons, let's sweep away this depraved world full of disappointment!" Stark laughed maniacally, and Han Qingluo had goosebumps all over his body when he saw this scene.

"And what shall I call you, my lord?"

Han Qingluo is not stupid, at this time, he should talk about this monster and save his life.

Stark smiled proudly, very satisfied with Han Qingluo's attitude: "You are a smart guy. He paused for a moment and continued, "You can call me Lord Saint King. ”

When Han Qingluo heard this, he immediately leaned over and buried his head, and shouted respectfully, "Lord Saint King." ”

Stark put his hat back on and stretched out a hand to signal Han Qingluo to get up.

Holding back the discomfort all over his body, Han Qingluo stood up and assured that he didn't look so fragile.

"You're the witch in the prophecy, so, can you predict what the demons will need to do next?"

Stark's cloudy eyes were full of anticipation.

Han Qingluo pretended to show a smile calmly, closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, and said a Chinese dialect in a mysterious way: "Second brother ghost knows what to do!" ”

Stark frowned at the beardless brow, apparently confused by the unfamiliar language, and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"Everything is certain."

Han Qingluo uttered an ambiguous sentence, revealing a serious expression.

Stark repeated her words, glanced at her suspiciously, as if he would look stupid to ask why again, and said in silence for a long time, "I see! ”

"Dear Holy King, how on earth are we going to sweep away this fallen world? I can't wait to join the Spirit in action! ”

Regarding what Stark said before, Han Qingluo kept an eye on it, it seems that this group of "ghosts" is really planning some conspiracy.

Three years ago, they worked hard to investigate, but they didn't get anything, but sacrificed two companions, and this time she has to shoulder this heavy responsibility to find out what the demons want to do.

As soon as Han Qingluo's words fell, the smile on Stark's face disappeared instantly, and he stretched out his hand to directly choke Han Qingluo's neck......