The dark forest, the land of the curse of the dead, there is only a line between life and death, the living will not live forever, and the dead will not lie quietly on the ground.

Who knows how many bones have been buried in the barren land!

Stepping under his feet in the pitch-black soil, and occasionally stepping on a withered weed, Jory chased after the figure almost desperately.

With the unknown mark planted for him by the "monk", the countless undead creatures in the forest, Jory shouting and screaming like this is indeed a disregard for life and death.

Qiao Li stared at him, and roared in a heavy chest: "**Give me zhanzhu!" You kicked me with this deflated three! Don't run! ”

The flying figure froze, and he seemed to glance back at Jory, slowing down.

If Jory is an undead creature, or a vicious "veteran", it is believed that this person will run faster, but unfortunately Jory is neither. The man looked around, felt that there was no danger, and instead looked at the young man who ran towards him with interest.

The white shirt was worn on his body, tattered, polluted with blood and black mud, his steps were weak and unstable, and the most terrifying thing was his face, which was originally a somewhat handsome face, but at this time it was not only pale and gray, but also had heavy dark circles in his two eye sockets, and the whites of his eyes faintly had a dead gray shadow...... Is this a zombie? This was the first thought of the young man who looked at the other party, because the young man in his eyes had almost no appearance as a living person.

Maybe it was because of the distance, the young man hadn't seen what was on Jory yet, and it wasn't until Jory ran over that he saw what was hanging on Jory's body, and the young man's face turned pale with interest!

Countless, the remnants of the dead that exude the smell of blood.

"I'm grass! It's a madman! "The young man was terrified! He seemed to have seen something more terrifying than the zombie horde, and he turned around and ran!

He is not afraid of lonely zombies, but this madman who is covered with the curse of the dead, if the curse thing gets out of control, it is even more terrifying than a group of zombies! Imagine a puppet controlled by dozens of evil spirits, a complete killing machine!

Chasing and fleeing, Jory pursued faster and faster, and he had a sense of feng shui taking turns, thirty years in the east of the river and thirty years in the west of the river. Always running away and running away, and now it's his turn to be chased by others to escape?

Although he couldn't figure it out for a while, and Qiao Li's state of consciousness at this time was a little weird, he didn't think much about it at all, how the young man in front of him changed his route, he hung dead behind, and while the zombie hadn't appeared yet, if he didn't catch the deflated three who had kicked him with a black foot, Qiao Li would not be blind to death.

"What are you doing, I provoked you! You madman! The young man tried to take off the crossbow on his back several times and turn around to shoot, but he thought that if the cursed thing on the madman's body got out of control, wouldn't it be fun, wouldn't it be for nothing to be buried with him?

Suddenly, the young man saw a neat line of people in front of him, mechanically walking on the wasteland of the dark forest, his eyes lit up, and he ran directly in that direction, and shouted in his mouth: "Lord Monk, is it Lord Brudo?" Feed! I'm Alan! As he shouted, the young man ran towards the group.

His eyes froze, and Qiao Li also saw a vague figure dozens of meters away, and he gradually slowed down, staring at the group of puppet-like people in disbelief.

The eerie and nihilistic temperament seems to be peculiar to monks. A man covered in a black cloak walked slowly forward step by step, his head lowered, and the dozen or so people who followed him behind him also lowered their heads, following the steps of the man in black.

I saw that the clothes of these dozen or so people, including men in classical robes, middle-aged men in armored warriors, women in formal wear with black stockings, and boys and girls in school uniforms, their images are very different, but they all have a common characteristic, their eyes are dull, their movements are stiff, and they have no self-consciousness.

"Lord Brudo, is it Lord Brudo? I'm Alan, the lamb you've personally taken before......" The young man ran over, pointed at Jory, and said to the man in black, "There's a madman who plans to gather cursed things to wreak havoc, aren't you the arbiter of the survival game, he destroys fairness, please kill him...... Belch! ”

The young man looked at the man in black in disbelief.

A black-gloved palm grabbed the young man's neck.

"Great, this round of sixteen people, the people are all together." The man in black's slightly cold voice seemed to be very satisfied, he grabbed the young man's neck, he didn't see him make any movements, a faint green light lit up behind the man in black, a large rune condensed out, and the next moment, the man in black let go of his hand, and the young man's eyes were already blank.

The man in black took a step forward, and the dozen or so people behind him followed, and when it came to the young man, he also took a stiff step, silently and indifferently following the team.

"This ...... What kind of spell is this? ”

Control Mind?! Behind the man in black, only a luminous symbol appeared, a living person, who said that he was controlled, and he didn't even have the power to resist! Standing not far away, Qiao Li clearly watched the whole process, and his urge to trouble the man in black suddenly went out.

Watching the man in black leave, Jory didn't catch up. He was very angry and wanted to kill the man in black, but he was not stupid enough to rush forward after shouting long live the Federation, but he didn't know how many special abilities the man in black had.

At first, Jory was reluctant to think about it, because thinking about how powerful the man in black was, the haze in his heart would become deeper and deeper.

How many such men in black are there, or how many monsters will be stronger than this kind of men in black?

There are too many things beyond Jory's cognition, since coming here, Jory and the elf boy, an alien from a different Shijie, have no language barrier! It's as if everyone is speaking the same language, and the most important thing in Qiaoli's heart is how Liliang, who is beyond imagination, can cross the boundaries of time and space and pull all kinds of people in Shijie here?

At this moment, when he pondered carefully, in the face of that unknown and majestic power, Jory couldn't help but feel that he was insignificant, really as insignificant as an ant.

The fatigue of the body, as Jory stood still, the feeling of fatigue became more and more intense, the long-term intense consumption of physical strength, coupled with the tense mental oppression, so relaxed, Jory's sleepiness swept endlessly, and he sat on the ground, leaning against the stump of the tree, squinting his eyelids at the various human body parts on his body.

Remembering that there were dozens of Dead River evil spirits parasitic on his body, and these evil spirits did not make a sound during this period, Qiao Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and he muttered: "You have been quiet for so long, there must be abnormalities...... There must be ...... Woo-p-p--"

His mouth opened unconsciously, and Jory snorted and fell asleep.

Even though he fell asleep with his eyes closed, his arms still unconsciously supported his body, and if there was any abnormal movement, his arms could be supported and he could get up immediately. I'm so tired and exhausted, so let's sleep for a while......

The snoring gradually calmed down, and Jori, who was dead asleep, soon exuded an almost substantial yin aura from his body, and the cool smell of blood seeped out of him. The cursed object of the dead, intertwined with flesh and bones, wriggled as if alive, as if it were sucking, around the wounds on Jori's body, sucking......

The man in black who returned from a walk in the depths of the forest, walking on the black wasteland with his hands behind his back. Unlike the man in black that Jory had seen, this man in black was not a bit ghostly and dull, he hummed a low tune, and seemed to take a leisurely walk in the dark forest.

"Hmm...... Hum...... Well...... Well...... Hum? "As the deep singing voice sang, it changed its taste.

The figure in black froze, turned his head to face the direction of his side, and whispered in surprise: "What a fat lamb, and he has done something that the lambs dare not do, he has courage!" He walked over, bent down, and carefully examined Jory's sleeping death, his gloved hand reached out to Jory's ankle, and when the hand of the man in black was about to touch Jory's body, the dead man's cursed thing on Jory's body seemed to have encountered some natural enemy, and the bloody aura was like a frightened rabbit quickly retracted.

Then, the man in black dragged Jory away by the legs.

The man in black sang the ballad again, and in the deep voice of the man in black, the ground behind him was dragged out by Jory with a long trace.

It is not difficult to see now that this man in black dragging Jory is obviously not the one Jory first encountered.

"Whew! Oh! ”

The low roar characteristic of zombies came from afar, and it didn't take long for several zombies to appear near the man in black, flying towards Jory behind him with a purpose.

The low ballad still didn't stop, and the man in black dragged Jory forward slowly, as if he didn't see the screaming zombies. It wasn't until the fastest zombie pounced a few meters in front that the man in black raised his head.

His face could not be seen clearly in the dark hood, but two ghostly lights lit up in the shadows.

When the zombie faced the eye of the ghost fire in the hood of the man in black, the zombie, who should never have intuition and fear, retreated quietly......

A dark green halo formed behind the man in black, condensing into a vague rune that rose above his head. But all the zombies reflected by the faint green light of this rune were quiet from the rage, and these zombies stood in place like statues, and the figures of the man in black and Jory disappeared for a long time, and they did not move.

Not too far ahead, the outline of a city is in sight!

The man in black looked up at the behemoth covered in layers of mist, humming a low ballad and laughing lowly.

"Only a lamb that can resist is a good lamb, what a fat lamb that has been fused with the curse of so many dead people, and can still live until now. Well...... Hum...... Although he used to be a lamb of Larno, now it is mine! ”