Under the impact of the 'revenant', the figure of the man trembled like a small boat in the stormy waves, sweat washed his emaciated cheeks, washed the blood and stains on his face into black water, and dripped down his cheeks one by one.

"The dead, the spirit, the altar, can't wake him up, otherwise, if he can't get through, he will become a ...... Sacrifices, burial on altars, where the soul will be imprisoned, become slaves, never to be reborn. ”

When he said this, the despair in his eyes was so thick that it seemed to overflow.

When the other fugitives heard this, they lowered their heads lower, and a sense of sadness and despair spread, and the 'dead spirits' floating around seemed to feel this frustration, and could not help but be affected, and let out a louder wail.

"Him?" Song Qingxiao caught the key word in his words, "Who is 'he'?" ”

When she asked, the fugitive who spoke was even more frightened, his cheeks twitching uncontrollably, and the half-dried beads of blood on his cracked lips were stretched into sticky silk as he opened and closed his mouth, as if a red cobweb had formed on his mouth, trying to seal his mouth.

"Dead ...... Spirit...... Law...... "......He said this with great difficulty, and every time he spit out a word, the fierce 'undead' around him stopped crying when he heard the 'necromancer'!

The man barely finished speaking, bowed his head with a swing, and retreated into the ranks, refusing to speak again.

Song Qing looked down at him like this, and probably couldn't ask anything useful.

Judging from the current situation, this square has been awakened, so the altar of the dead must be stepped over!

If the so-called 'necromancer' is not behind the stairs, it must be above the altar!

Song Qing looked at No. 6:

"I, No. 1, and No. 7 went to the front, and in the middle of them, No. 5 and No. 6 broke behind."

She still repeated the previous arrangement, and this time after the six reacted, there were no more objections.

The Altar of the Dead may be just one of the passages to escape from the horror camp, and there may be other problems that will need to be spared to get the news out of the fugitives, so that they will be willing to speak.

These people are under threat of death, and ordinary threats are of little use to them, and only by finding another way can everyone have more chances to live.

"I think the highlight might be on it."

Number Five pursed his lips, glanced at the top of the high altar, and whispered.

Number One agreed with him, reaching out and wiping the sweat from his forehead:

"It's better for everyone to walk in the front together, and there is a good response."

The 'Revenant' below is just an illusion under the influence of a powerful psychic force, and the real altar of the undead may be above the stairs.

There is also the 'necromancer' who has never appeared in the mouth of the fugitive, and the name alone makes the 'revenant' look terrified, and it may be difficult to deal with.

Of the seven trialists, the second and fourth are currently dead, and only five are alive.

And among these five people, everyone's strength has been discounted to a certain extent after the consumption of the two-headed dog and the giant before.

Even after a short period of rest and recuperation, it is impossible to fully recover to the peak level, and at this time, knowing that there is a problem on the altar above the head, the five trialists will be separated again, I am afraid that there will be a crisis.

How far this escape road is still there, everyone is not clear, but the few people who have survived so far know in their hearts that this mission, the chance of everyone cooperating to survive is greater than fighting alone.

Although the temptation of getting 14,000 points alone is great, although the points are good, you must have a life to spend them.

No. 2 and No. 4, who had such an idea, had just died, and they were reminding the rest of the people.

After No. 1 said this, No. 5 and No. 6 didn't say anything, obviously meaning something similar to him.

The seventh is dominated by the sixth, and there are no other opinions.

Song Qingxiao pondered for a moment:

"Indeed, the 'necromancer' may be above the altar." She first agreed with what Number Five said, but then the conversation changed:

"But I always feel that this square may still be boring."

She felt that the death aura here was not normal, these 'undead' had hideous expressions, but they didn't have much lethality.

Number Four and the fugitives seem to have been drained of nutrients, and the internal organs and blood stains that disappear from the ground are all strange.

"Just in case, it's better to go ahead with the original plan."

At this point, she was not ready to explain.

Five's heart froze, and he and Six looked at each other for a moment, nodded, and said no more.

After making a decision, Song Qingxiao, No. 1, and No. 7 took the lead in the direction of the stairs, and countless 'undead' rushed towards them along the way, trying to block their steps, and then 'wooing' and crying through their bodies.

Even if you know that these 'ghosts' are not lethal, it is still very exciting to collide with so many 'ghosts' at close range.

The clothes on No. 1's back were dry and wet, the hair stood on top of his shirt and made a grinding sound, his spirit was tense, and he never let go of his hand when he grasped the bow and crossbow.

Among the three of them, Song Qingxiao looked determined, passing through the 'dead souls' and smashing their spirits to pieces, her powerful spiritual power made these 'undead' fearfuls afraid and did not dare to easily penetrate her again.

Number Seven had her eyes closed from beginning to end, and her long hair had turned into a thin snake with its head sticking out its tongue, making one 'sizzle' sound after another.

No. 1 had seen her kill people with snakes, and he was quite jealous of her, so he specially walked with No. 7 on the left and on the right, walking beside Song Qingxiao.

At this time, he admired Song Qingxiao's composure, whether it was the weird No. 7 or these terrifying 'undead', it seemed that they couldn't make her face change.

The fugitives lined up and followed behind Song Qingxiao and the others, reining in their breath very carefully, trying not to make a sound.

A few steps away, the beads of sweat on One's forehead were even denser, and the 'undead' rushed towards them in droves, screaming and trying to force them away from the stairs.

One's breathing became more and more rapid, and after knowing that there was such a thing as a 'necromancer', he kept turning his head around, trying to find the trace of the 'necromancer', but as far as the eye could see, it was all hideous-looking 'revenant', which was terrifying.

"Woo ......"

"Go back...... Go back ......."

"The mage will use you to light the street lamps of hell......"

"Go back...... Go back ......."

The cries of these 'undead' rang out sharply in One's consciousness, and even though he tried his best to cover his ears, he couldn't stop the sound from invading.

Willpower has a tendency to gradually fall apart under such a cry, and the cold sweat on No. 1's body is more urgent, and when it is blown by the yin wind, his whole body seems to be cold to the bones, and the cold dead air blows his bones with a faint pain.