When Wang Jie made his inferences, Little York on the other side fell into anxiety. The reason is simple, little York hasn't been online for a day. Since the last time he was unconscious, little York had been in the dark whenever he tried to land. To be honest, Little York felt that there was no end to the wait, and it was better to die directly. At least alert yourself to death, and you can send the news out right away. Although you may miss a lot of activities, it's better to come than to be scared now.

In the evening, frightened little York, put on his helmet again. This time it was no longer the darkness it had been before, and although his vision was still hazy, little York could feel that he was shaking. In a daze, little York's consciousness began to return. As soon as he woke up, without even opening his eyes, little York smelled a foul odor. The stench came so suddenly, accompanied by shaking, that little York vomited directly.

"Oh, come and see, our little fresh meat, has woken up?" Little York could hear it, and the voice was the same as before. A cultist who manipulates corpses. In that case, it makes sense that the source of this smell is also reasonable. Little York opened his eyes and looked at the corpse that he carried on his shoulders like a cargo, and felt even more disgusted.

But fortunately, little York was nauseous not long ago, only to hear another voice next to him: "Since this guy can go, then let him follow, after all, your corpse, the smell is too strong." Little York turned his head to look in the direction the voice was coming from. I saw a man standing there with his cloak covered in a cloak. A black cloak obscured everything, and they could only tell by her voice and height that it was a young woman. As he was thinking, little York suddenly felt like he was being thrown to the ground, and his whole body hurt with his eyes and stars.

Finally, I regained my strength and watched the corpse walk deeper into the woods. Then, without warning, a huge face appeared in front of Little York, startling Little York, and he stepped back again and again until he hit a tree.

The man laughed happily when he saw Little York's actions now: "Look at you, look at it, this kid is scared, hahahaha......" Little York only saw the person clearly at this time. Unlike the other person who was shrouded in a cloak, this person, although he was also wearing a black robe, did not wear it all on his head, instead, the man wore a mask on his face, revealing only two eyes. And it was these two eyes, staring closely at little York's every move, with a hint of inexplicability in their eyes, as if they had seen a rare monkey in the zoo that they had never seen before.

The man heard his companion's words and let out a chuckle: "Of course, of course, of course, there is no problem with this. Look, haven't I already gotten my little cutie away? Alright, good boy, you're going to have to go the rest of the way. You should know that the road behind is not very smooth, pay attention on the road and don't fall and get hurt. The tone seemed to be telling the naughty child of the neighborhood, without the slightest threat, but little York dared to assure him that in the eyes of this man there was not a trace of love, but like a circus trainer who admonishes an animal under his whip, the slightest disobedience is a beating.

Little York looked like he was too frightened to move, but he had silently turned on the video recording system. Now it's my first video since the war, and I have to do a little work to satisfy the appetite of those viewers. Now that he has woken up, if according to the previous information, these two evil god believers are now going to follow them by themselves, then is it possible for him to escape halfway?

It seemed that the male evil god believer over there remembered something, and his right hand clenched his fist and gently tapped his left hand: "By the way, we have to think of some ways to make our little obedient listen to us." As he spoke, he looked at the cloak girl: "Is there any way for our little boy to listen to us well? This little boy is a disobedient little wild cat, if you don't pay attention, you may scratch your paw and run away." ”

The female cultist didn't say anything, just waved her hand, and a black shadow flew out of her sleeve and flew straight towards Little York. Little York was scared, and raised his hand to block the flying black shadow, but as soon as his hand touched this black shadow, the black shadow directly stretched out a few long legs and hugged Little York's sleeve.

At this time, little York saw clearly what kind of black shadow this was, it was clearly a fluffy spider the size of a fist! This spider was colorful, a pair of eyes were larger than normal proportions, and it was not the compound eyes of ordinary pillars, it looked like human eyes, and the two fangs hanging on its mouth were sharp and curved, and there was a drop of purple venom hanging on the tip of the tooth, and little York did not want to let his body test the lethality of this venom.

This colored spider didn't care about Little York's thoughts, moved his long legs, and slowly climbed up Little York's sleeve, looking at Little York's creepy bones, stretched out his hand to shoot this spider down.

"Ouch, little girl, if I were you, I wouldn't do such an unwise thing. As soon as he raised his hand and did not fall, little York heard the cultist of the evil god say, "Little girl, even if you don't think about whether you will be tortured to death by the angry little girl after you beat this spider to death, you have to think about whether you can kill this spider before it bites you." With these words, little York's outspoken hand stopped in the air, allowing the spider to slowly crawl to the back of his neck. Feeling the itchy sensation of a spider crawling on the back of his neck, and not daring to reach out to scratch it, made him very uncomfortable.

Because of such a terrible guy lying on the back of his neck, little York's original intention to run away has been extinguished. Hearing the words of the previous two, Little York speculated that the destination of his current advance should be the stronghold of the cultists of the evil gods. Thinking of this, Little York's mind became active: he was a player, and even if he was killed by them at that time, he would be able to pass on this important information. Although I don't know how the editor-in-chief will arrange a video, but being able to obtain such important information is always indispensable for his own bonus.