Ding Ming is a necromancer, he is very familiar with such a scene, he is not flustered in his heart, and he is silently on guard in the park.

He'd had had even more painful moments studying necromancy, and for now he didn't think the damn clown could do anything to him as a high-level necromancer.

"Edward." His brother called out to him in a hoarse voice, like a man who had risen from a terrible grave.

Dorsey smiled even more happily, his yellowed teeth were ugly, and something seemed to wriggle in his dark throat.

"I've come to see you...... Edward. Edward ......"

Ding Ming's eyes widened in horror, it was clear that the black ghost hand that had just burned should have buried this damn ghost thing to hell, how could it appear again!

Ding Ming is naturally not afraid of this Dolshi, he is afraid of that damn clown!

At the moment when Ding Ming was stunned, he suddenly had a strange feeling, he felt that he was floating, everything seemed to be floating!

His younger brother Dorcy grabbed him by the throat, Ding Ming wanted to scream, but he couldn't, there was not enough air in his lungs, and he could only let out a strange and shrill moan.

Ding Ming was holding the black skull scepter, and suddenly the skull on the scepter opened its mouth and swallowed Dorxi's head in one gulp.

At this time, Dolxi's hand tightly holding Ding Ming's neck slowly relaxed his strength, and Ding Ming shook off the moldy arm that almost suffocated him, and gasped for breath of fresh air.

An angry roar in his ears made Ding Ming's soul not possess his body, and the head that had just been eaten by the skeleton scepter grew out of Dorxi's neck again.

At this time, the adrenaline in Ding Ming's body surged, he had the idea of running away, and he no longer had the courage to fight against the clown, he was short of breath and let out a whistle like a scream.

On the concrete parapet of the canal, Dorxi's hands and the sound of wet slapping appeared, and Dorsi's sunken eyes shone red, and his hair was wet against his face.

"Damn, shit! Damn guide of the Plane of Terror! Ding Ming scolded Shen thousands of times in his heart, and the horror of this task was beyond imagination.

He couldn't stop this crazy clown even with two high-level necromancy, and fear crawled into Ding Ming's heart.

Elemental power is required to perform magic, and the elemental power that is free between heaven and earth here is almost invisible, and even if the death breath is pervasive, it is impossible for him, a necromancer, to mobilize the slightest.

He is also using the mana stored in his body, and once he runs out, his fate will only be the same as that of Scattered Immortal Tan Chen.

Ding Ming ran away frantically, and suddenly Dolxi slapped him on the left shoulder, and he fell to the root of the tree as if he had been cut by an axe, and blood flowed from his left temple, almost making him unconscious.

Ding Ming wanted to raise his left arm holding the scepter, but he couldn't help but groan, and his left arm couldn't move and felt numb and unconscious, so he had to take the scepter in his right hand and run wildly.

In the moonlight, Dolxi's figure disappeared just now, Ding Ming slowly turned around and observed three hundred and sixty degrees, it was all quiet, as still as in the photo, and the willow tree dragged thin black branches, hanging in front.

Ding Ming began to walk forward, carefully observing his surroundings, his heart twitching with every beat of his left shoulder, which had been slapped by Dorshi.

"Edward, don't you want to see me? Edward? Ding Ming only felt Dolxi's terrible fingers gently touch his neck, and he raised his scepter and turned suddenly, almost tripping, but the result was only a wicker swaying in the wind......

Ding Ming breathed slowly, adjusting his fearful mood, how long had he not been so embarrassed?

Ding Ming secretly scolded himself for being scared like this by a clown, and he walked towards the street lamp outside the park gate, where the light might become his shelter, Ding Ming quickened his pace.

As long as I walk under the light, maybe I'll be fine, and someone else will find me at night......

"Damn it!"

Suddenly, Ding Ming stopped, and something followed him!

Ding Ming heard the thing passing through the willow tree, maybe as long as he turned around, he would come to meet him, and the thing began to speed up!

At this time, Ding Ming sped up and walked towards the street lamp, but inexplicably, a strange smell made him can't help but turn around, the smell was like the stench of piles of dead fish rotting and flowing juice under the scorching sun.

Ding Ming held the pitch-black skull scepter in his hand, and the scepter with three heads all opened its mouth, releasing a mist that enveloped Ding Ming.

Under the mist, Ding Ming vaguely saw the damn monster, the nose of the thing was long and wrinkled, the pitch-black wound was like a vertical mouth, the body was flowing with green liquid, the eyes were only white kernels, and the front of the fingers were open with razor-like claws, and it let out a low breath.

He seemed to have spotted Ding Ming, grinning his blue-black lips and revealing his huge fangs, giving him a hollow and lifeless smile.

Ding Ming retreated through the mist, which was his strongest means of preserving his life, called 'dead space', as long as any creature stepped into the range of the mist, it would quickly be drained of water and then rot and die.

Even so, the stench kept approaching his nose, incomparably strong, and surrounded him.

The ghost fire around Ding Ming's body all attacked the monster, and the monster's body immediately burned, like maggots attached to the bones, constantly burning, and getting bigger and bigger.

Ding Ming took advantage of this gap and rushed towards the outside of the park.

Ding Ming finally came under the street lamp, but he didn't expect a truck to knock Ding Ming, who was standing there, out as if he didn't open his eyes!

And because it passed through Ding Ming's dead space, the truck was scrapped and slowly parked on the side of the road.

Ding Ming was in great pain as if his bones had been shattered, and he fell to the grass bell.

Ding Ming looked back, and the thing pressed down on him, leaving only Bairen's eyes shining, the scales were covered with seaweed-colored mucus, and his cheeks were bulging one after another, like a frog or a toad, stretching and tightening for a while.

Ding Ming roared, it seemed that he could only do this for now, he began to crawl on the ground, his fingers grasping the ground.

The thing grabbed Ding Ming's neck with its fishy, rough fingers, and choked his dry roar, turning his belly up.

Ding Ming had already lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen, and the monster's hook claws had left bloody marks on his neck.

The poor necromancer was ravaged by the monster without any resistance.

It wasn't until the end of his life that the monster stabbed its claws into his soft neck as if he had had had enough, and the carotid artery spurted out a warm column of blood, splashing on the monster's face, and the monster seemed to be dissatisfied with twisting Ding Ming's head off, and then he drooped his ugly scaly claws.