The feeling of being caught by an unknown object instantly made the heart beat extremely fast.

The eyes open a slit.

He saw a long shadow, grabbed his ankle, and was pulling hard into the corridor!

Seems to be a ...... Tentacles with a faint color of blood.

All were entangled in tentacles.

Under the tugging, he rubbed on the ground "salsa".

This feeling is really a bit terrifying, if it weren't for the belief that Camp Chief Zhao is a thick golden thigh, Fang Yuhao would have wanted to jump up and run away frantically!

As he passed the fallen dagger, he moved his fingers and quietly held it in the palm of his hand.

The Adam's apple stirred.

"There's a weapon!"

Now, I finally have a sense of security.

It's just a little bit......

These few minutes were the hardest period of his life.

The candle flame on the side of the hallway danced, stretching the shadows of everything diagonally. And his body is being dragged by unknown monsters to the depths of the secluded tomb.

Along the way, he saw all kinds of clay pot-like funerary goods, all kinds of crooked pictures, and all kinds of gold and silver jewelry, which were covered with dust.

"I don't know why Battalion Commander Zhao came up with such a method, is it to carry out a sudden sneak attack?"

"Possibly...... They had investigated it beforehand and had been preparing for a long time. ”

That kind of bizarre hypnosis is really impossible to prevent, and only the most resolute people can barely resist it. Fang Yuhao's spiritual will and soul strength were beyond the average, but they were still a little insufficient.

Or ...... I don't have any experience, so I will be directly recruited. ”

"And this monster seems to want to capture us alive......"

Just thinking about it, Fang Yuhao suddenly heard a sound like a drum beating "dong dong dong".

Gradually, he felt something hold down his chest.

His heart, unbelievably beating, followed this rhythm!

"Here we go again......"

Fang Yuhao's hands and feet were cold, the green tendons all over his body slowly highlighted, and the brain's reaction became slower and slower, all relying on his own will to maintain it.

He finally understood how important the personal will was in the world of idealism.

In this world, where only "I" is real, psychic attacks are the most commonplace weapons. But sometimes, even if you know, you can't prevent it.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The voice is getting closer, closer and closer!

It looks like it's already on the horizon!

Fang Yuhao was already nervous to the limit.

But he found himself unable to move!

A cool thing had come to his face, as if he could smell the sticky and slippery stench.

He felt like he was going crazy, his eyelids were extremely heavy, but he couldn't open them, and the feeling of sleepiness made him struggle wildly.

Fang Yuhao bit the tip of his tongue violently, but this usual trick did not come in handy. The tongue felt as if it had been numbed, and there was no pain.

"It's over, it's over!"

I don't even have the strength to take out a black stone and hit myself.

His will began to blur, and he vaguely felt that the cool thing had touched his lips, and he wanted to stuff it into his mouth!

Damn it......

It stinks!

The fear in his heart had reached the upper realm of the human race itself, and when life and death were at stake, where could Fang Yuhao manage so much, and burst out with the last trace of strength in his body.

The dagger slashes forward frantically!

"Brush!"

In an instant, it seemed to scratch something leathery and soft.

With the dagger stabbing out, his body was inexplicably much lighter, and the hypnotic feeling suddenly disappeared, and he opened his eyes with difficulty.

When he saw the scene in front of him, Fang Yuhao's pupils contracted suddenly.

The rotting coffin in the center had long been opened, and a ...... sat on top of it

What kind of monster is this?

One...... Roshan?!

It can't be said to be Roshan, as if it was a strange creature made of fat from many corpses, with various messy organs, internal organs, and skulls stacked on top of it.

That's a lot of heads!

Still alive!

The eyes of these heads showed a longing bloodlust, and they all stared at Fang Yuhao who had woken up.

Fang Yuhao was simply stunned, staring at each other with these dozens or hundreds of pairs of eyes, his scalp was numb, and he almost squatted on the ground.

"It's better to pass out in a coma, at least like Shi Dapeng, there is no pain if you hang up."

"Perhaps, after we are eaten, we will become one of the heads?"

He came up with the idea for no reason.

"And the one, the one at the front, looks ...... Looks like a tomb robber?! Oh, my God...... He's been eaten?! ”

Zhao Xianming, the battalion commander at the front, had been lifted up by his tentacles, and his body looked straight and straight, as if he had hung up.

A few nearby heads, their eyes showed a fierce light, and they grinned and wanted to gnaw on Zhao Xianming!

"It's over, it's over!"

Although he is a bold type among ordinary people, he is almost about to collapse in the face of the real supernatural.

Fang Yuhao has never killed anyone, at most he has killed chickens at his grandmother's house watching the old man.

He didn't even know if Camp Commander Zhao, the "golden thigh", was still alive, or if he was also controlled and couldn't move at all.

All he knew was that he, the guy who had come to life, had already attracted all the attention of this pile of heads, and countless tentacles were frantically attacking him!

His pupils contracted slightly, and Fang Yuhao let out a short roar in his heart.

"!"

Waiting for death was not his style, and the dagger swung wildly, rolling backwards as he rolled on. "Puff" a few times, like slashing into an octopus tentacle, slippery, but very tough.

The soles of his feet slipped and were grabbed by a tentacle, and one fell to the ground.

With a movement of his wrist, he quickly shook his wit and stabbed his foot.

But his hands were invincible to four punches, and after a while, his arms, thighs, and neck were firmly contained, and the range of struggle became smaller and smaller.

This feeling of being entangled by a python made Fang Yuhao's face flush a little bit, and the suffocation in his chest became more and more serious.

It's going to hang!

Suddenly, he saw that Zhao Xianming seemed to move, and hurriedly shouted.

"Help, help! Battalion Commander Zhao, I can't stand it! ”

At this critical moment, Zhao Xianming, who was straight and straight, really moved.

Like a violent black whirlwind, he cut off the tentacles on his body with a knife, took a step forward, and slammed onto this mountain of meat!

Syllable!

The big knife in his hand, with a cold flash, slashed viciously towards the middle head!

In a trance, Fang Yuhao saw the difference of the head in the middle.

If the others are all beggars like starving ghosts, then the one in the middle is the emperor who manages this group of beggars!

Its mental state was noticeably different, not having that bloodthirsty gaze, but maintaining a certain level of clarity. It even has a chubby, independent body, wearing an ancient official uniform on the top, and only the lower part is completely integrated into Roshan's body.

It was watching Fang Yuhao's struggle with a mocking gaze, like a cat playing with a mouse......