The pain stopped, he lowered his arms to cover his head, now he understood one thing, remember, could not remember, otherwise he would be tortured like torture, and when he thought of that pain, his calm heart was shaken, and he could not forget the pain.

The body continued to pour out power, and in the same way, a crazy thought called killing was born in his brain, and normal thinking began to be affected, and the idea of killing was like a seed that did not follow the rules of growth, and was taking over his brain at an unimaginable speed, and his soul was painfully squeezed into a corner, as if it was about to devour himself.

When he paid attention, the strange black mist didn't know when it was around him, as if he was squeezing into a container, regardless of his own permission, his body did not refuse, and inhaled the black mist with no end in sight into his body without authorization.

He felt terrible, as if he was being forced to drink water, and he couldn't resist.

He only got a breather when his body stopped absorbing the black mist.

But then it was the craziest thing, another black will appeared in his head, full of all kinds of negative emotions, like a mixture of violent mixtures, in short, in his eyes like a madman.

The madman of the black will is desperately wrestling with his soul in a certain space, but if he wants to say it, his soul is pressed to the ground and bitten, it is unimaginable, the power of the black will is so strong that he doesn't even have a chance to resist, this is the case that the lamb to the slaughter said.

Even if he knows that the opponent is invincible, it is impossible for him to accept it so calmly, he can't recall it, but he still won't forget his character, his previous self is by no means a soft bun who is bullied, resisting, even if he has to resist to the end until the last moment. He had a hunch that if he didn't do anything, he would definitely die like this, and he didn't want to die!

If you can't use your mouth, he and the black will will bite frantically, bite off the unknown substance on the black will's body one bite after another, swallow it into the stomach, and the taste has no time to experience, because the other party is also trying his best to bite off his flesh and blood at this time, and the bodies of both sides are decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, getting smaller and smaller.

In the end, the black will, which turned into a very small one, was attacked by the equally small one, and swallowed it in his mouth.

………

"Impossible! The magic scroll doesn't work?! ”

Oculus used the magic scroll, but the magic scroll didn't respond at all, like a bad product that had gone wrong.

Did he lie to me? Oculus became suspicious of the friend who had asked him to buy it.

No, it can't be, Oculus quickly vetoed his idea, that friend has been with him for almost decades, and his subordinates' weapons and intelligence are all bought from him, although he is a businessman with a strange personality, he has really never heard of such a thing as cheating, at most it is an adjective such as slamming the door or profiteer, and the most important thing is that this magic scroll has been verified by him personally, and there is no doubt that it is genuine.

So, that is, the magic scroll loses its effect under some unknown influence?!

"Boss, what are we going to do?!"

His subordinates looked at him in panic, and the strange gas like a black mist had unconsciously flooded the area. Although I don't know what the black mist is, as long as it's about the undead, it's definitely not a good thing.

Could it be?!

Oculus didn't answer his men, he was shocked, and he thought about a possibility.

He has heard people say that the "cursed mist" is a bad omen that usually follows the birth of high-level undead, and the people who come into contact with it will not directly turn into a puddle of blood, nor will they be infected and become undead, let alone poisoned, and the ordinary fog is harmless, but it can limit the magic power of the black fog to touch all living beings, and the magic, skills, props, etc. about magic power cannot be used, this is the ability of this fog, presumably this is the reason why the magic scroll cannot be used.

It seems that someone has said that all those who have seen the birth of high-level undead will die, as cruel as a curse.

Oculus couldn't remember that person had said this kind of panic, if he had heard it before, he would definitely scoff at it, because how could he encounter such a thing, a small group of thieves wanted to slaughter people who could give birth to high-level undead, he had never thought about it, and it was impossible to meet it.

It's just that I didn't expect to appear in front of me in this way on this day more than ten years later.

Escape! Escape! You must run away now! Otherwise, I would have died here!

Shaken, Oculus's heart was rarely shaken, a few drops of cold sweat appeared on his indifferent face, he opened his dry lips slightly, and said tremblingly.

"Hurry, hurry, get out of here."

His men gathered around him uncomfortably because of the black fog around him, for them, Oculus was not only a spiritual leader, but also the strongest among them, and the adventure team composed of adventurers who could defeat four silver badges with a single sword deserved their respect.

If it was Oculus, he should have a way, but now the boss with an indifferent face was rarely shaken, whether it was his eyes, the cold sweat that broke out, or the slightly trembling body, it made everyone feel very uneasy.

Therefore, when this sentence came out of Oculus's mouth, everyone was stunned, and they really didn't think about this kind of fear of retreating.

But there was no time for them to feel why the boss had become so scared, where had the boss gone, Oculus repeated the previous sentence and said it in a loud manner.

"You fools! Hurry up!! Otherwise, we're all going to die!! ”

With that, Oculus ran away on his own, leaving the crowd in place with a bewildered expression.

Staying in the green mountains without fear of no firewood is Oculus's usual style, he is a very cold-blooded person, if he encounters danger, he will not hesitate to abandon his companions, this time also reminded them that they have done their duty, whether they can survive depends on their luck.

"Ahh

Sure enough, a sense of foreboding began, and screams rang out, and Oculus looked back to see one of his companions, clutching his chest in pain, blood flowing from his mouth like a faucet, his eyes turned white, and he fell to the ground in this position.

The black fog is getting thicker and thicker.