The fire, reflecting Ringer's furrowed eyebrows, was like two curved caterpillars glued to the eyelids.

Ringer felt that the ugliest part of his face was his eyebrows, especially when he frowned, so he tried to frown as little as possible.

Shabonny had been manic for a day, tired and couldn't even beat his manic spirit, and the explanation just now seemed to exhaust the last breath in his big chest.

"Honestly, no wonder everyone says you're a monster Spike, that's good."

Ringer wanted to find something lighthearted.

Shabonny suddenly came to the strength and jumped: "I'm not a monster, no!" You and he are, let you not come in, you have to come in, why do you dare to come in, the courage of an idiot, or the call of the god of war, the smile of the Virgin Mary? ”

Ringer had no choice but to apologize.

"Do you believe in magic?"

Ringer took the conversation to another level.

Shabonny couldn't stop smirking, "You wouldn't say you could do magic to come in." ”

Ringer recited the incantation: Return, lost soul, in the name of the Undead Lord, to the holy land of darkness and glory......

Shabonny tensed.

"What are you doing?"

Ringer smirked: "It's boring, have some fun." ”

"You seem to be saying a curse, you want to ......"

Ringer didn't know what he wanted to do, bored, chanting spells was easy and easy, he believed that without a formation, no matter how he recited the spell, there would be no undead coming out, and he didn't dare to use the formation, he didn't know what monsters he would summon next time, and he didn't know how to send the summoned things back.

A wisp of black smoke, the size of a thumb, suddenly appeared above Ringer's head, and it rotated in a regular clockwise reverse rotation and gathered!

Ringer was startled, and Shabonny was frightened.

He quickly terminated the summoning spell and snuffed out the black smoke, and at the same time, a sharp pain came from his chest, and he felt like he was going to suffocate.

"What's wrong with you, buddy, how did your face turn white?"

Ringer finally caught his breath, he remembered the old liar's words, you can't just pause in the process of summoning the undead, otherwise the undead will eat you.

Ringer also knew that he didn't need a formation to summon the undead, so he didn't know what was wrapped in black smoke just now.

"It's okay, it's cold, and my heart can't stand it."

He explained with a smile.

"It's cold and you're still in a cold sweat? What does the smoke mean, magic? ”

Ringer wiped his forehead, and sure enough, there was a layer of beads of sweat, cold sweat, as cold as ice and snow.

In the depths of the forest, there was a distant sigh, like a roar from the depths of the earth.

Damn, I'm not so perverted yet, am I?

Ringer was frightened by his actions again.

"Shabonny, where is the voice coming from?"

"It seems to be on the right, yes, north, north, it should be north, what kind of sound is that, it's scary."

"Don't be afraid, see, I can magic, don't worry, we can deal with any threat, sleep well, good dreams."

Shabonny sat up straighter: "Tell me, what scared our horses away?" And what made our horses die. ”

"Ask the god of the forest."

"The god of the forest of shit!"

Shabonny looked around and asked, "Are the three demon hunters dead?" ”

"Ask the Forest Reaper."

"Rasputin, don't be hippie, I'm serious."

Ringer swallowed an olive and said, "We've been in the woods for so long, and we haven't found any ghosts, or hateful demons, no, is it a rumor?" ”

Shabonny: "I'm like you, this is my great virgin trip, how do I know." ”

"I don't think there's anything to do with Simslan, sleep, the ghosts won't care about little people like us."

Shabonny's snoring soon rang out, and Ringer wondered if there was something hypnotic about his words.

He also wanted to sleep.

Before he knew it, he woke up to find that Shabonny was gone.

Ringer hurriedly climbed out of his sleeping bag, he didn't shout, the blizzard stopped, and his heartbeat could be heard quietly.

Damn, what about people? ”

Ringer muttered, and searched around, but there was no one.

The fire was about to be extinguished, he added dead branches to it, the light brightened a little, but the darkness on all sides seemed deeper, the firelight, the black tree, did I go to hell?

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Ringer saw a figure walking through the woods. He turned his head and saw a white shadow in the darkness, then vanished again.

It must have been a man, the speed of movement brought the wind, and the branches swayed slightly in the wind, making a sound.

Ringer stood up and grabbed his axe.

He walked over.

Nothing, not even footprints.

The axe handle was already wet, and Ringer knew that his palms were sweating like a fountain.

He wiped his palm over his clothes.

Quiet, quiet, nothing out of the ordinary, maybe misread, maybe it was just an owl, or maybe that bastard Shabonny was peeing in the distance.

"Shabonny, where are you?"

However, there was no one around.

"Answer me! Where are the deaths, get out of here! ”

A shadow suddenly jumped down from the top of the tree and stood steadily in front of Ringer.

The shadow was very tall, a head taller than Ringer, and extremely thin.

Its upper body was unclothed, and its skin was like a translucent white film, dazzlingly white, and Ringer thought of the whiteness of death.

Ringer could see its ugly gray entrails, the carrion in its stomach, the number of ribs, its beating heart, its undulating lobes, its long white tendons on its arms, and its veins flowing rapidly, like the disgusting black blood of a water snake crawling in a small cavern.

Its two long legs were all gray hair, and there was not a single muscle in sight. Its feet were unshoeed, and the soles of its feet were huge, like a boat made of two strangely shaped tree roots.

It held a translucent square hammer, like an ice hammer, and it moved forward quietly, its footprints shallow and large

Ringer had never seen such a strange weapon.

Ringer raised his axe.

There was a slight sound of footsteps around, and quietly, more weirdos emerged from the shadows of the netherworld trees in all directions, one, two, three...... Four...... Five......

Ringer was surrounded.

Could this be ---- ghost?

"You, who are you!"

Ringer asked loudly.

They didn't answer, they didn't say a word, their faces were expressionless, and they silently designed the encirclement more reasonably, sealing any direction and route for Ringer to escape.

Is there still a way to live?

The axe and the ice hammer collided, making a very strange concussive crashing sound, almost silent, the axe was like slashing on a thick cowhide water bag, and the water bag made a tearing sound after it broke.

But it will cause serious damage to people's internal organs, like the internal force emitted by a master, the surface is intact, and the interior has been torn apart.

"In the name of fire, in the name of God, show thyself, warrior ......."

Ringer was hit like a mountain by his opponent, and his whole person was thrown into the snow, and his feet sank to a depth of one foot.

Even if the summoned undead will inflict a deadly attack on him, he has no second option, the worst outcome, come on, the mysterious friend who likes to run naked will be happy to die with you.

Black smoke swirled above Ringer's head, swirling like a hurricane, forming a hurricane eye that grew larger and larger, snow mist, foliage, and even icy air....... Disappear in the low whimper of the wind.