Darkness, endless darkness, fear that makes you want to scream.

Like a demon's whisper, it stimulated him and tormented him over and over again.

Negative emotions, anger, unwillingness, and resentment hit his soul, as if it was about to tear his body apart.

Death, why is it so painful?

Obviously, he has made up his mind not to cause trouble to anyone, and death has done it ruthlessly, why, why is he still unwilling to let himself go? What the hell did you do wrong?! You have to suffer this pain!

Time has no effect in this strange space, it is impossible to perceive the passage of time, and even the body cannot feel it, but for some reason, it can experience pain from the soul, and countless people seem to be squeezed into this narrow space and bite themselves viciously.

Unwilling words, resentful curses, angry emotions, these people's words kept echoing in their ears, like the curse of a terrible ghost.

It's been a long, long time.

Finally, a light descended on this strange space, dispelling the soul that had bitten him, and the curse echoing in his ears disappeared, the small world was quiet at this moment, and he was liberated from the frequent collapse of his spirit, and the tears of relief could not be stopped, as if he was rejoicing.

People often say that whether it is animals, plants or humans, they all yearn for the sun.

He also stretched out his hand towards the light, the feeling of wanting to touch, the feeling of wanting to get, the desire to leave this place, and the real emotion burst out from the bottom of his heart.

The moment I touched the light, the scene in front of me changed dramatically, it became colorful, it was not a monotonous darkness, I heard a voice in my ears, not a curse, it was the rustle of the wind, the orange sky in my eyes was so beautiful and moving, this was an unprecedented mood, and I wanted to cry with joy.

"What's going on? Why can't you pull it out?! ”

The voice of a man, he heard.

"Hadley, let's give up, there are so many good things here, you don't have to have to be this, I always feel that there is a very uncomfortable feeling here, let's hurry up, shall we?"

Moving his eyeballs, the scene changes from an orange sky to two people who seem to be standing next to him.

"What do you say?! Sean, you must be scared, right? ”

The sturdy man, who was about two meters tall and had a slightly tanned wheat-colored complexion, said to the young boy next to him with two short heads and uneasy faces.

I don't know why the two of them are wearing masks and gloves, are they cleaning? He thought to himself, confused.

"Cut, I don't care! Sean, grab his hand, I'll cut his armoured arms with this weapon! ”

"Well, isn't that right? Is it ...... to the deceased?"

"Who cares so much?! Why don't you go yet?! ”

The sturdy man grabbed the young boy by the collar and lifted him up easily, foaming at the mouth before letting him go.

The young boy who was sitting on the ground didn't say anything, and reluctantly crawled to his body, and was about to do what the sturdy man said, when the young boy's gaze suddenly accidentally reunited with his gaze.

"Wow!!"

The young boy was frightened, he fell back in fear, and when he fell to the ground, he trembled and stretched out his hand, pointed to the corpse and said nervously, "He, he's still alive?!" ”

"Huh? How is it possible, his head is already ......"

The sturdy man was speechless, and he also saw it, the eyes of the corpse were actually moving?! Still looking at them?!

"Don't, don't panic, isn't it just an undead? Look at Lao Tzu, how I slaughtered him! ”

The sturdy man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his mood nervous, but he did not hesitate to take out the small jug tied to his waist, which contained holy water that was effective against the undead.

Pour some holy water into the palm of his hand, then apply it to the long knife in his hand, then raise the long knife and slash at his head.

It hurt a little, and he suddenly felt something, but it was also a little strange, why could he be so calm in front of someone who was holding a murder weapon and was still planning to cut off his head? Logically speaking, shouldn't it be panic and fear?

The sturdy man who did not believe in evil waved his long knife and slashed his head desperately, but the scene in front of him still made him unbelievable, his head could not be cut off, and even the blade could not cut through the skin, leaving only a shallow knife mark, hard as steel.

"Hehe, it's useless......"

The sturdy man finally gave up, he took a few steps back, his eyes full of horror, and the long knife fell from his hand to the ground.

Weapons contaminated with holy water cannot cause damage, that is to say, the undead in front of you are not ordinary undead, remembering the rumors I have heard before, the undead who can be immune to holy water are only the undead above the high level.........

He had heard the rumor that the sturdy man fled as if he had gone mad, while the young man tried to move his feet, which were shaking and weak with fear, while saying something to wait for me.

Are you scared? He didn't quite understand in his heart that he wasn't a monster.

Ah, speaking of which, what kind of place is this? Why don't you have any memory at all?

By the way, who are you? Why can't I remember this memory?

It's so confusing, my head hurts, I want to think about it, but my brain is like being pulled out and whipped, and I can't think because of the pain.

The thieves also noticed the abnormality here, where the sturdy man and the young man fled, a black special substance began to appear, floating in the air like smoke, but these were not as good as the central position, the half-crouched head, with a sword stuck in its side, the undead who looked painful attracted attention, and the evil aura was like a fountain, gushing out from the body of the undead.

The ringleader, Oculus, an indifferent man with an unchanging face and a tense face all day, who, like the others, also looted valuable items from corpses, and his usually indifferent face became even more indifferent after listening to the words of the sturdy man who ran in front of him.

High-level undead, powerful undead who will only appear after a major war, and the probability of birth is smaller than that of low-level undead, generally speaking, it takes at least twenty wars to have the possibility of a high-level undead, but I didn't expect that it was born in this kind of place where I don't even know how to count the war, and the luck is really not very good.

But fortunately, he has made some preparations for this unexpected situation, and he does not have to worry too much. Although it cost all his assets, it was obviously worth the money compared to his life.

Oculus took out a quaint scroll from his bosom that seemed to be some years old, this is a magic scroll left over from ancient times, the magicians of that era stored all kinds of powerful magic in a special way, only appeared in ruins and some dangerous places, it is a very valuable item, basically a commodity in short supply, if it doesn't have a little relationship, you can't get this kind of thing.

Fortunately, at that time, he asked his friend to buy a magic scroll for spatial teleportation, and if this kind of thing happened, I am afraid that he would die here.