Several men in black gathered around the so-called "throne", exchanged heads and ears for a while, and finally pushed one person forward. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The man unceremoniously sat on the wide throne in front of him in front of him.

Then it was instantly burned into a handful of ashes and scattered with the wind.

The crowd that had just started very excitedly fell into a deathly silence.

Just sat in your chair, and you crushed people's bones and ashes, can you use such cruelty?

Xia Beifeng reached out and pinched the little thing that was writhing around his arm. Seeing the stitches drilling through the crowd, it didn't take long to walk to the bottom of the stairs.

After such a long time, he never saw Ye Baiyu, Shen Qingge and Sparrow, who had said that he would wait for him on the shore.

It's not that I'm worried that something will happen to them, it's just that ...... I haven't seen you for a long time, and I still miss it a little.

He sighed, squinted his eyes and looked up to count them carefully.

It was too far away to see clearly, but now it was close enough to count the number of people above the steps.

Excluding the unlucky guy who had just evaporated in an instant, there were still six people left around the throne.

It seems that there are two women, three men, and one is up to the waist of the man next to him...... Child?

It was the little kid who was jumping to his feet and calling for something. From time to time, he pointed to the throne of the witch god beside him, but he was very afraid to touch it, and he quickly retracted it with just a hand.

But this did not prevent him from dancing and getting angry, scolding a man next to him and shrinking his head, looking self-conscious.

After the kid scolded for a while, finally someone couldn't stand it anymore.

It was a woman wrapped in a wide robe, and she directly reached out and picked up the child by the waist and put it in the corner.

The child was never very honest in her arms, swinging his fists and kicking his legs, and he didn't know who he thought was the bear child who wanted to buy snacks and play tricks with his parents.

The corners of Xia Beifeng's mouth curled slightly, and seeing that everyone around him had serious expressions, he had to forcibly hold back his smile, shrinking into the crowd and shaking his shoulders silently.

A few adults gathered in a circle and began to discuss something. The child who was left aside could not squeeze into the crowd of people who were being discussed because of his height, and after jumping in vain a few times, he still couldn't reach the shoulders of others, but he also quieted down.

The woman who had just picked him up turned her head to look at him, nodded with satisfaction, and returned to the discussion.

What are they talking about Standing below, Xia Beifeng couldn't hear it clearly, and could only hear the noise of "buzzing" coming from above, probably because the voice was blocked behind the mask, and I don't know if the people above can stand up to each other's voices.

The child sat on the steps with his knees crossed for a while, and the adults behind him had not yet come up with a result.

He jerked to his feet, felt something black and stabbed it at the man he had scolded before.

The man was defenseless and was stabbed in the back. Only for a moment, he quickly lost the ability to resist, tilted his head, and fell to the side.

The child let go of his hand, as if sneering, and looked at the black object that stayed on the man's back waist and writhed continuously, burrowing into the man's body.

The man rolled on the ground in pain, and a terrible wail suddenly spread throughout the hall.

The black thing writhed rapidly, and in a few strokes it burrowed under the man's skin, not even the tip of the tail remained.

The man lying on the ground howled for a while and then lost his strength, so he could only curl up on the ground, convulsing constantly.

He turned his head to look at the woman in front of him, and a trembling hand slowly reached out and grabbed the corner of the woman's black robe.

He gasped and looked up at the woman's chin slightly, begging with him for help.

The woman lowered her head, kicked his hand away with an indifferent kick, and pressed his head against the pedestal of the throne of the witch god.

A puff of black smoke rose from where the man's head touched the throne, and then he followed in the footsteps of the previous brother, turning into a handful of snow-white and delicate ashes, which fell to the ground and was blown away by the wind.

Who is this woman sacred?

I still wear hate!

Xia Beifeng, who watched the play with relish, was very surprised.

So there were only five people left.

The hot-tempered, stabbing child who swaggered in the position of the man who had been scolded and attacked by him before, raised his chin arrogantly at the people around him.

No one had any opinion on what had just happened, and they regrouped indifferently and began a new round of discussion.

I couldn't hear what they were talking about, and it was boring to look at it, so Xia Beifeng had to take the time to look around.

Almost all of them looked intently at the few people above the steps, their eyes revealing longing and envy.

How did they cultivate such a group of brainless fans! They all look like they don't have a brain.

Xia Beifeng sighed helplessly.

The people at the top of the stairs seemed to have too delicate a relationship, but at this time they were calmly exchanging opinions. But he was very worried and didn't know when...... Maybe in the next second, someone will kill the companion who is talking endlessly.

The anti-riot in the nest that was expected did not appear, and after discussing a group of things that were not human or ghosts for more than ten minutes, they finally nodded in unison.

It didn't start a fight at all.

Seeing this, Xia Beifeng also breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but want to applaud for them.

A man stepped forward, facing the crowd below the steps, and raised a hand.

What does this mean?

Xia Beifeng was puzzled, and he felt that the crowd around him began to move slowly.

He had no choice but to retreat to the side with the crowd.

The crowd is too dense, and it is easy to have a stampede when they act together, which is basically a common sense in the society first.

But this group ...... I don't know if they live underground or if they gave up their brains after they died, but they don't seem to know anything about it.

From time to time, someone was knocked down, lying on the ground and being trampled by the feet around him, but he couldn't even hear the slightest cry of pain.

Xia Beifeng looked at a child who was only two or three years old lying on his stomach under his feet, and after striding past him, he couldn't bear to look back again.

At this moment when he shook his mind, a person next to him hit him on the shoulder, almost falling to the ground with him.

When he regained his balance and looked back, the child actually overturned several tall adults around him, and he slowly got up from the ground, and was leisurely patting the dust on the black robe.

Summer North Wind: ......

It seems that this group of guys doesn't need other people's attention at all, and they won't die anyway...... I guess I don't know it hurts.

He shook his head in remorse, mourning his little sympathy. A few dodges dodged into the crowd, away from the crowd that was wrestling in chains.

The man on the steps just raised his hand, and the crowd moved around for more than ten minutes, finally leaving a path in the center of the crowd for the three of them to pass.

This trail is tightly attached to the river, and below is the deep "Wuxi" riverbed, where the small water flows silently, reflecting the light of the night pearl above.

The crowd was still silent, so many people huddled together, but there was not even a sound of breathing, and the silence was almost chilling.

As the only living person mixed in, Xia Beifeng has been controlling his breath, and at the same time clenching the knife in his hand, ready to fight desperately with the "people" around him at any time.

However, there are so many "people" who don't know what kind of strength the monster is. Even one person and one kick would be enough to trample me to death.

He thought so and smiled wryly.

At the end of the passage out of the crowd came the sound of shredded footsteps. The people who came were still far away, and it sounded like the people who were walking as lightly as possible, but in this silent environment, the sound they made was still like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, attracting everyone's attention.

That's three people...... It may or may not be human, two men are striding towards the steps, a woman is being carried on top of a slightly stronger man, her head dangling downward, two boneless arms and black hair are swinging with the man's movements, making her look like a corpse.

It wasn't until they gradually walked in that Xia Beifeng could tell that the woman's body was still slightly undulating.

Doesn't seem to be dead yet.

At the same time, he recognized two other people.

The man carrying the woman is Aze, who disappeared before.

His current appearance can be described as extremely miserable.

The clothes were still the same as the ones they were wearing before, but they had been torn and tattered, revealing the hideous wounds underneath.

The face is even more ......

His face is blue and bleeding, this guy won't really be poisoned.

Xia Beifeng looked at Aze, who had walked all the way and left traces of blood all the way, and felt that his fragile heart seemed to be hurt a little.

As for the person who followed Aze, it was also an acquaintance.

He had no external injuries on his body and a cynical smile on his face. With a burning cigarette in his mouth, fancy tattoos on the underside of his vest, and silver studs on his ears flashing, even a little dazzling in this dimly lit environment.

Xu Tianyang.

The man didn't look scared at all. When you walk through the crowd of black people, you always smile. Like the head of a parade unit, he waved his hand from time to time and smiled proudly at the people around him.

It's just that the "subordinates" who were "reviewed" by him were not in such a good mood as him, or maybe there was no such thing as "emotion" in this group of guys, they still looked at the three people walking in front of them numbly, and watched them walk up the wide steps.

The black-robed man, who had previously motioned for the crowd to get out of the way, took the woman from Aze and laid her flat on the ground.

Xu Tianyang took two steps behind him and bowed his head respectfully.

The dizzy woman was not surprised by Xu Tianle.

Xia Beifeng squinted his eyes and looked up at the few people above, and began to think about what they wanted to do.

It looks like I want to sit on that ghost throne, but after tossing around for such a while, what is the purpose of bringing a little girl?

It seems strange to say that they want to choose a witch king or something here, after all, according to Fei Yan, the props for choosing a witch king were smashed by it.

I had only heard the sparrow say that when I went to find the Book of Heaven, I would kill the little girl and sacrifice it...... I don't know what it is, I haven't heard of a little girl sitting on the throne.

So what are they doing here, to have a big party in the world of the undead?

Then please get high first, who of you group other than Xu Tianyang looks like the atmosphere of the party? One by one, as if the whole family had died, wearing black clothes and masks, I didn't know that I thought it was a funeral, so I almost went to mourn.

No, wait......

Maybe this is the custom here, so don't just complain.

Xu Tianle, who was lying flat at the foot of the throne, shook his body slightly, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe...... Xia Beifeng needed to gasp alone, and looked nervously at Xu Tianle lying on the ground.

After a while, she slowly woke up under the gaze of an unknown number of pairs of eyes that shimmered with cold light.

After she opened her eyes, she was confused for a moment, and after looking around, she paused in front of the dark crowd below.

A high-pitched, but long, scream followed.

Her shrill voice echoed in the empty and vast underground hall, stimulating Xia Beifeng's ears to ache for a while.

After being quiet for too long, suddenly hearing this high-decibel noise is a bit uncomfortable for humans.

Xu Tianyang also covered his ears with pain, looking at Xu Tianle's eyes with real meanness and disgust, completely missing the gentle and good brother who smiled before.

It seems that everything he did before was really pretended.

It wasn't until Xu Tianle finished calling that Xu Tianyang adjusted his expression, showed a kind smile, and patted Xu Tianle on the shoulder from behind.

Xu Tianle trembled, hugged his shoulders with both hands, and turned back in horror.

When she saw Xu Tianyang's smile, she threw herself into her brother's arms without thinking, leaned her head on his shoulder, and cried "woo".

Xu Tianyang looked up at the glittering gem above his head, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Xu Tianle's shoulder, whispering something in her ear.

Xu Tianle whispered a few "um" at first. I didn't know what Xu Tianyang said, she suddenly raised her head in surprise and began to shake her head quickly.

She shook her head and pushed Xu Tianyang away, standing up and wanting to run away.

Xu Tianyang didn't expect her to react so much, and she stumbled back and sat on the ground.

But she didn't run a few steps before she was grabbed by an arm by a woman next to her.

The woman had long hair and a shawl, wore a mask and lowered her head, and could not see clearly. When he stretched out his hand to pull someone, a small piece of white wrist was exposed under the black robe, and a narrow strip of large red sleeve edges.

It seems to be another familiar "person".

Xia Beifeng's mind appeared in the bride to be married that he saw last night.

The girl firmly grasped Xu Tianle's wrist, controlled her movements, and turned her head to look at the other woman beside her.

The woman stroked the curls on the top of her head, stepped on thin high heels, approached Xu Tianle's ear, and whispered something to her.

As she spoke, Xu Tianle gradually gave up her resistance to the hand that grabbed her wrist, slowly turned her head, stared at the throne on the side with her eyes, and walked slowly towards it.

The two female "people" took a step back, followed by their companions, and looked at Xu Tianle's vain steps towards the throne.

The Throne of the Witch God is a thing that the ghost sits on and is a ruin, so what about people sitting on it?

Xia Beifeng pressed his violently beating heart, and he was actually a little nervous.

In fact, it was not a few steps away, but in the eyes of all those who looked at her, it seemed like a century long in just a dozen seconds.

Xu Tianle finally sat on the throne of the witch god, looked up at the curly-haired woman in front of him, showed a child-like smile begging for candy, and looked at the woman in front of him expectantly.

The woman's shoulders trembled, and with bewitching steps, she stood in front of Xu Tianle, stretched out a hand and touched the top of her head.

Xu Tianle immediately curled the corners of his mouth.

But before she could laugh, the woman's hand turned into a claw and clasped it on the top of her head, and the hand began to exert force, as if to lift her skull.

Xu Tianle still maintained a drug-like dementia expression, and didn't seem to feel any pain, just looked at the woman in front of him stupidly.

This change startled everyone around him, and the first to react was a grumpy child. He opened his mouth and let out a roar, rushed up with two steps, hugged the woman's thigh, opened his mouth and bit it.

The woman was directly knocked down the steps by his savage charge, and the two hugged each other and rolled for a while, stopped in the middle of the steps, and began to fight.

The remaining three black-robed people in front of the throne glanced at each other, and they all rushed towards Xu Tianle, who was staring at him with dull eyes.

It may be that God still dislikes that the scene is not chaotic enough, and a crisp gunshot happened to come from behind the throne.

The crowd of black pressure was like a fried pot, and it instantly became noisy. (To be continued.) )