Chapter 672: Killing the Wolf Eight

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it's red. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info This red rain is very sticky, it can't be blood, right?

I reached for a little bit of the rain and put it to my nose and sniffed it, and it smelled bloody. Yes, this rain contains a lot of blood, which is really weird.

I showed the rain to my uncle, but my uncle was a little unimpressed.

"This is Wei Ran's forbidden formation, what's the big deal with a little blood rain. It's better to rest for a while, I still have flatbread in my bag, you go eat some, and you will continue to look for a way out later! ā€

After saying that, my uncle lit a cigarette and smoked it.

But the rain did not weaken, but became heavier and heavier. How can this be, there is more and more water on the ground, but fortunately this pavilion is very high, otherwise we will be drowned by this blood water.

But the water is really getting higher and higher, and it seems like it's starting to turn into a lake, and then we're going to be drowned.

"Uncle, let's go to the top of the hillside, I see that the water is getting higher and higher!"

My uncle still said with a disdainful face: "Hey, what are you in a hurry, look at this pavilion, it's not ordinary." The water next to it is about to run out of legs, but the water around this pavilion is still not ankle-free. You can stay at ease, this pavilion must be blessed by the gods! ā€

My uncle is right, but I don't think this pavilion is blessed by the gods, but rather reveals a sense of evil. I was nervous to the extreme, and I held a short sword to warn my surroundings, wondering if there would be any monsters around me. Kneel and beg for a hundred eyes to sing

And as in the past, we really come here when we are afraid. The rain around it turned the red soil into silt, and when the mud dispersed, red pieces of flesh came out of it.

"Uncle, look there!" I pointed to the spot where the piece of meat had been found, but my uncle came at the back of my head again.

"What are you doing in a daze, it scares me. What's the panic, is this the first time you've seen these things? Grab your weapons and get ready for battle! ā€

The ground was full of flesh and more and more, and it was still standing. At this time, I realized that these pieces of meat turned out to be people who had been skinned. It looks blood-red and blood-red, and it's really disgusting.

But these skinned people are the owners of the human skins in the cave. Of course, these are my suspicions, some of the skins of those people are dried, but they are very fresh, exactly as if they have been freshly skinned.

If only I could still use the flying sword now, and with the power of my thunder and lightning, I want them to die before they reach the pavilion. Only now, alas, not to speak......

Those who have skinned more and more, and in the blink of an eye they have covered the entire mountain valley. The depression, which had been covered in blood rain, was now even redder.

These people who were all red surrounded more and more, and the whole pavilion was already impassable. Look at what they mean, it's so difficult that they want to trap us here?

Suddenly, those who had been skinned actually spoke: "It's them, they burned our skins, let's peel off their skins and wear them as clothes!"

Make no mistake, they actually want to peel us off, it's too bloody and violent. I knew that we didn't burn those human skins just now, but now we killed ourselves.

"Uncle, it's all up to you, you burned their skins, and they came to take revenge!" I looked at my uncle viciously, but my uncle still looked disappreciative.

"You know what a! These guys are not human or ghost, they often go to the sun to catch people here to skin and dress themselves. And those who were skinned because they had no skin, so they could only go along with the dirt and go out with these guys to arrest people and come here to skin them. ā€

"It would be a curse to keep this skinning pavilion, but this is the underworld, we can't destroy this pavilion, even if it is destroyed, those who peel it will build it again. It's still a safe enemy! Don't think about anything else. ā€

As we spoke, the bloodied men had begun to move slowly towards us. It was Our Lady who took the lead and slapped the densest crowd of them, and as before, those who had been skinned were reduced to a pile of minced flesh as if they had been hit by a train.

But this time did not have the effect of deterring everyone, but made these skinned people even more crazy! They swarmed and we had to resist.

Fortunately, my eldest mother played to her strengths and wrapped the enemy's feet with paper tape. After that, my uncle kept shooting fireballs and blew up the dead people. But the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and my uncle's fireball can't play its role as it should!

Look at the Virgin again, her face is pale, and it takes half a day to give a palm. However, she can hit the most critical place every time, which can be regarded as relieving us a lot of pressure!

It's just that I'm more dish-oriented, so I have to try to destroy the enemies in close quarters. But my physical strength is a little fast, and I feel like I can't support it.

After fifteen minutes of non-stop fighting, we were able to suppress the dead for a short time. However, the fight may have been too intense, causing the pavilion to scatter the tiles on the ground.

Fortunately, these dead people knew how good we were, and temporarily retreated into the blood. But the water is really big, and it has passed the pavilion and is about to reach our feet.

And a few of us are also exhausted, how can this be good. The dead may have retreated for the time being, but once they return, we will have no place to die.

"Uncle, what should I do?" I asked helplessly.

My uncle took out another cigarette, took a few puffs, and said, "Hey, don't worry, I already have a plan in my heart, whether I can succeed or not, it depends on the will of God!"

Hey, my uncle doesn't have the confidence to do it, but it doesn't matter, I'll try it if it works.

After a while, before we could finish our rest, the skinned dead men rushed at us again. They're faster and more numerous. There are so many dead people, how can we resist them.

My uncle put the cigarette between his fingers, spat out a string of smoke rings, and said to the dead people, "Smell, we can't touch it anymore, you can peel off the human skin."

What, my uncle wants to give up resistance, but I don't want to be skinned, I want to fight to the end!

However, as soon as my uncle's words changed, it seemed that there was a turnaround.

"But it? There are only four of us here, and there is not enough for you to share. Why don't you choose four of them, and then we'll peel them off and give them to you?"

After my uncle finished speaking, the dead men began to talk to each other. They seemed to be discussing who should get the four human skins, and in less than five minutes, they were fighting each other!