Somewhere in a mysterious space

"Master... I'm hungry! A dry voice rang out in the dark space, and the owner of the voice seemed weak, obviously lacking any vitality.

The place was still dark, except for the oil lamp in the center, which still flickered faintly, illuminating the small area around it. Another day has passed, and it doesn't seem to be affected by the outside time, and the big hole above reveals the old black night sky! The five people sitting around the oil lamp couldn't sense the time, and just sat cross-legged in place.

If it weren't for their heaving chests from time to time confirming that the five were still panting, the audience in this scene would have even thought that the five people had hung up.

As the voice sounded, another gray-haired old man sitting by the oil lamp slowly opened his eyes. His face appeared and disappeared in the firelight, but the righteousness of his face was far from being hidden by the darkness. Lin Daochang also seemed to be hungry for a long time, and he looked up at the hollow above, which was still dark.

In the end, he sighed slowly and said slowly: "Qiusheng, how much food do we have that can be used, let's distribute a little more!" ”

The other handsome pot with his eyes closed opened his eyes, and Qiusheng also looked like a yellow muscle, but he still nodded respectfully at Lin Daochang and said, "Yes, Master!" ”

He stood up and moved his somewhat stiff body for a moment, then he took out a flashlight from the backpack on the side and walked to the place where the supplies were stored. Under the illumination of the flashlight, strange lines were reflected on the ground. The lines on the bluestone floor spiraled like insects, eventually forming a strange pattern, and in the center of the pattern was the oil lamp.

Qiusheng carefully shone the flashlight around the hollow of the room, and after making sure that there was nothing strange around, he slowly walked to the side of the pile of rooms.

Under the illumination of the flashlight, the water and food that still seemed to be full revealed their true faces.

The several large backpacks where the supplies were placed seemed to be stacked full, but three of the backpacks were filled with things that looked to have been stored for a long time, and most of them were simple food, but they seemed to have been left for a long time, and they were all rotten.

A few buckets of water placed next to the backpack, the barrel looks dirty on the surface, and it seems that it has experienced wind and frost. The lids of two of the buckets of water had been opened, and it looked like they had already been drunk, and although there were still some leftovers, they could no longer be drunk, because there were many black floats in them.

Qiusheng looked at the last backpack and two well-packed buckets of water, looked around, and took a deep breath. quickly jumped out of the circle, grabbed the half-empty backpack and a bucket of water, and quickly jumped back into the circle. Fortunately, Qiusheng's speed was fast enough, but the backpack was a little slower, and the strap of the backpack was instantly chopped into three pieces by a mysterious black shadow and fell to the ground.

Qiusheng glanced at the strap on the ground, hated to look at the shadow that had disappeared into the darkness again, and walked to the side of Lin Daochang weakly, poured out the last thing in the backpack, counted the few foods, and everyone around was already desperate.

"Master, that's all there is left, how long can we hold on?" Even the handsome pot Qiusheng, who is very skilled, couldn't help but be a little discouraged at this time, and couldn't help but ask Lin Daochang.

Lin Daochang divided the last bit of food into five portions, and asked everyone to divide the bucket of water. Such a generous performance made everyone feel very strange, and he said slowly: "We have been holding on for a week, and it must have been longer when converted into outside time." Since we haven't been rescued for so long, it's time for us to make a last stand. Father Morin, whether it is your people or my apprentices, as long as one of us can get out, it is worth it for us to die here, I hope you will put aside your prejudices and cooperate well! ”

It seemed that a lot had happened in this team, and Father Merlin and the other person beside him glanced at each other, and until now, they had long realized the seriousness of the matter, and nodded without hesitation. Maybe they don't have any lofty ideals for mankind, but in the face of major rights and wrongs, in fact, the difference between regions and races is not an important thing.

After letting everyone eat the last food and replenish their water, Lin Daochang planned to rest for a while, and then make the final preparations for rushing out, but at this moment...

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"Fuck you uncle!" Gao Fengyong took the peachwood sword handed over by Wang Cen unceremoniously, took out the fierce posture of fighting on the street, and poked it in the face of the Yin soldier, and several people on the other side did not hesitate to sacrifice all kinds of magic weapons, and fought with the Yin soldier head-on. Even a few small soldiers carrying supplies on their backs had to pick up their weapons, and they rushed at the Yin soldiers who surrounded them, of course, this was useless.

There is no doubt that in the face of the endless army of Yin soldiers, coupled with this fog, it is undoubtedly a natural disadvantage for the eleven members of the rescue team. No matter how brave everyone is to start a fight, they can't stop the tide of the Yin army.

Milo is a humanoid salt spreader as a whole, leaving aside that such an act is a waste and an immoral sprinkling of salt. I have to praise Uncle Milo for being stimulated by the "Death of Lei Chan", his combat effectiveness has simply risen by an Lvevl, and surrounded by countless Yin soldiers, he was stunned to feel like a peerless mowing grass.

But it all ends there, manpower is always limited, even if Uncle Milo can fight again, all he can do now is to dispel these ghosts for a short time, but in just a few minutes, these ghosts will return. It seems that the total annihilation of the rescue team will be sooner or later.

Just after Uncle Milo smashed a Yin Soldier Knight with an iron rod, he suddenly felt a cold body, and a Yin Soldier's hand pressed on Uncle Milo's body. The boundless chill spread from that hand to Uncle Milo's body in an instant. Uncle Milo grabbed the salt bag and dispersed the Yin soldier, but more hands slowly grabbed Uncle Milo's limbs.

To be reasonable, although these Yin soldiers look very scum, they are still the victory of crowd tactics after all. Just like the big coercion like Lei Chan back then, didn't he fall under the tactics of the sea of people in the end? Not to mention Uncle Milo, who doesn't know how many grades there are than Lei Chan, and everyone in the rescue team.

Gradually, Uncle Milo was grabbed by countless hands, and it was particularly difficult for him to move his body even from the biting cold. Milo's eyes began to blur, and when he saw the ghost army in front of him crack open from the middle, and a big fat man driving a chariot slowly coming from behind, he suddenly realized that he looked like he was going to hang in this place.

Of course, it's my favorite time again, because there's always a phrase that pops up in this place - this time!

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