"Torre, save ......"

Gülen burst out of the belly and fell to the ground, screaming and reaching for help. But the giant corpse suddenly bent down, swallowed him into his stomach again, and chewed wildly.

After a few cracks, the dull screams vanished, leaving only the long curved sword coming out of his mouth and hanging on his face like a strange hair.

Caspar bared his teeth, his body tense, his hair stood on end, and he was eager to pounce.

But Torre grabbed him, turned and walked away, without hesitation.

Fighting with this group of demons in this kind of ghost place, no one knew what would happen next, and he had clearly noticed that there were a lot of aether fluctuations with a strange aura around him approaching him.

And just around the corner ahead, a faint ether fluctuation suddenly emerged.

Torre's footsteps did not stop, but his voice suddenly turned soft, his mouth was silently chanting, and he played silent music in the silence, and the music theory in his hand was ready to start.

In an instant, two figures met around the corner, and a cold light flashed in Torre's eyes, but the comer jumped back and raised his hand to block it.

"Wait!"

After the white-haired young man saw the Torre brothers, he was relieved: "Torrey, it's me, Ye ......"

But Torre's movements did not hesitate, his palm fell, and the figure of the comer suddenly froze, and the skin was red as if blood was boiling, and his face was distorted. Immediately after, the invisible giant mouth fell, biting into pieces, and flesh and blood flew out.

Soon, the flesh dissipated without a trace, just an illusion.

Not far away, Ye Qingxuan's figure was revealed again, looking at them with vigilance: "You guys are really doing it! It's me, Torrey, what's wrong with you?"

Torre's eyes narrowed. After watching him for a long time, his tense body finally relaxed.

"Sorry, I was too nervous, I thought you were an enemy in disguise. ”

Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched, and he sighed helplessly: "Forget it, this kind of thing is inevitable." What are you going to do next?"

"Let's go find someone else first. Most people aggregate and are definitely a little more survivable. ”

Torre said, "I don't know what happened to the masters. ”

"I'm afraid we can't take care of the affairs of the masters. Ye Qingxuan followed Torre in front: "I didn't expect that group of black musicians to be so bold that they ......"

Boom!

Behind him, Casper burst out, and layers of huge mouths enveloped Ye Qingxuan's back body. Ye Qingxuan's color changed and he wanted to roll forward, but he found that his feet seemed to be welded to the ground, and the air around him was like a lock, clamping him tightly.

The next moment. Plasma flies.

The phantom dissipated, and a hideous head with a hollow face rolled to the ground.

Torre stomped on his head with a blank face, and just said lightly, "Playing this kind of trick in front of the precept musician is too contemptible, isn't it?"

In the silence, behind the corner not far away, someone coughed softly.

"The ......"

In the sharp sight of the two, a white-haired young man came out from behind, his hands held high. His expression was complicated: "I said I was true, do you believe it?"

“......”

Torre froze for a moment. glanced at Casper, Casper was still the same, and after glancing at Ye Qingxuan, he withdrew his gaze and continued to lower his head.

Casper has never relied on faces, temperaments, feelings, or breaths or fluctuations to identify people. Beasts only look at beasts, and for the results of bestial inheritance, they are born to sniff out the beastly nature hidden in people's hearts. Few camouflage escapes its eyes.

Seeing Casper's reaction, Torre breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's true. ”

"Shall I come over then?"

Ye Qingxuan cautiously took a step towards this side, thought for a moment after taking another step, then retreated to his original position, and smiled awkwardly: "It's better to keep it like this." It's also easy for everyone to escape. ”

“......”

Torre was speechless for a while, and in the end, he could only sigh: "Whatever you like." Do you have any comments?"

"Just as you discussed with the 'cottage brother' before. Let's find someone else to meet up first, at least figure out what's going on. ”

The mercury thread spread out from the boy's body, blending into the hellish crimson wind, and drifting out in all directions.

At the same time, his expression suddenly froze, and he turned his head to look at the half-collapsed burning house, and the smile on his face stiffened.

Torre looked down, but couldn't sense the breath of any living thing.

"What's wrong?"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "Can you ask your brother to help lift the wall?"

Torre glanced at Casper, who let out a low roar, and the walls were flipped by an inexplicable force, like an invisible beast scratching, and the flames were extinguished.

The corpse crushed underneath was revealed.

Torre saw the corpse's costume, and immediately understood something, and his eyes drooped.

Ye Qingxuan bent down and passed away the dust on the deceased's face, the deceased's face was hideous, as if he had been betrayed incredibly, full of anger.

"It's you. ”

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes, sighed gloomily, and placed a holy emblem in the palm of the deceased, making him tighten his five fingers and hold it firmly. So, in the ashes, the dead man's angry expression faded and his eyes were closed.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust. ”

Ye Qingxuan took one last look at him: "Goodbye." ”

The figure slept in the flames, indistinct, and the sound of the flames was indistinct, as if to say goodbye.

After a long time, there was no sound.

In a thirsty slumber, a sweet liquid spilled on the face and fell into the parched, cracked lips.

Shan Miao groaned hoarsely, and subconsciously **** the droplets that fell on the corners of his mouth, but what filled his mouth was a cold iron smell.

That's blood.

He wakes up from his dream and sees the burning town.

Miller carried him on his back, still looking emaciated, but there was a faint dark cyan under his skin, like steel covered with a layer of leather.

"Are you awake?" Miller smiled wryly, "I thought you'd sleep for another half a year." ”

As he spoke, Miller drugged him again, hesitated, and then took out another tube of needles and injected him. Now he finally came to his senses. swept away the malaise, energetic, and even the few cracked scorch marks on his face once again revealed a faint fire.

He slept for so many days, and if it weren't for the attack of the black musician, I'm afraid he would still be lying in the church of the Order to recuperate. At the beginning of the attack, the first thing to be destroyed was the church.

Miller stormed the burning church. Simply carried out the mountain miu who was still hanging the potion, and fled all the way to the present.

When Barlow found him, he was surrounded by a group of demons, and a little later, maybe he would have fed the demons with the unconscious Sammiu.

It's Barlow, who has gathered a lot of musicians along the way. More or less thirty musicians looked more and more embarrassed than the other, without the usual demeanor and reserve, to the point of resembling a group of wandering beggars.

Barlow also had a broken hand, and both of his eyes were bloodshot. The whole person muttered something in his mouth like crazy. Forcibly inducing too much bestiality is about to crush his reason.

But the closer you get to madness, the stronger the summoner becomes!

In particular, he ruled those phantom beasts with his heart sound 'tiger bones', forcibly suppressed those erupting beasts, and stubbornly maintained the boundary of the collapse of reason.

Around him, those invisible Fei Lian had swelled several times, exuding a killing intent that was so thick that it was like substance. Even the kind of stitched giant corpses that appeared recently could only be torn apart by that group of rampaging phantom beasts.

"Now that the masters are missing, where are we going?"

After Samu understood the situation. Looking at Barlow who led the way, "You can't rush out." This is the dark canopy of darkness evolved by the saints of the Black Music Master with a scepter, and I am afraid that it wants to wipe us out. Not to mention ......"

He smiled bitterly and looked at the high wall that reached into the sky in the distance, I am afraid that when the countries built this wall to isolate the plague, they did not expect that one day they would trap all the elite and powerhouses of the new generation of musicians in it, right?

"Head north. ”

Barlow wiped the blood from his face, and his voice was hoarse: "Evacuate to the Wind and Snow Hotel first, I came from there." There are masters sitting there. ”

"Master, which master?"

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up, and they asked one after another.

After inquiring about the details, everyone's morale was greatly boosted, and even the effect of the movement was much stronger.

"Be careful, everyone. Don't attract any monsters. Miller sighed: "It's better to save power." I feel like I'm already feeling my constitution starting to decay. The dark canopy is holding us down. ”

As a chantor, he was undoubtedly the one who knew his physical condition best, and naturally could perceive the silent erosion of the dark canopy. The suppression of power is relatively good, but the power of the dark canopy is directly acting on the spirit, and if you don't pay attention to it for a long time, I'm afraid that you will be transformed into a demon and you don't know it.

As soon as the words were uttered, everyone woke up, and after a short breath, they were ready to march north, but Shan Miao did not move, just sat on the ground, and watched Barlow's back.

"Barlow, where have you been?"

Shan Miao's voice was hoarse, but what he could say caused an uproar in the crowd.

Barlow looked back at him, his brow furrowed, "What are you talking about?"

Sammiu's expression remained unchanged, but he asked:

"I said, where did Barlow go?"

There was silence, only the distant sound of flames burning and buildings collapsing.

Samu looked at Barlow coldly, until a long time later, Barlow laughed softly, and the bloodshot in his eyes disappeared.

"I thought I was perfect. He sighed, "What's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, you're playing it well. ”

Sammiu coughed violently, coughing up bloody phlegm, and his voice was hoarse:

"Barlow is a bigoted bastard who likes to bully and hold grudges, is cautious and neurotic, and never takes anyone weaker than himself in his eyes...... So, never once, I heard the word 'everyone' from his mouth, let alone helped so many people along the way.

- Where is he so 'kind' to you?"

When the word kindness was spoken, Shan Miao's eyes were as dazzling as the scorching sun, and the blood lit up like lava in the charred cracks on his face: "I'll ask again, Barlow, where have you been!"

"Is he such a person in your heart?"

'Barlow' sighed: "He must be very sad to hear your words, right?" His last words before dying were: "It's great that you're finally awake......

When I killed him, he thought he was dreaming. ”

"Master...... What about the master!" Someone in the crowd was about to collapse: "Where is the master!"

It wasn't until now that Miller finally reacted: I'm afraid that this former friend next to him was replaced by someone to a demon. As a result, Tie Qing's complexion couldn't help but show a wisp of red, like blood boiling.

Master, where there is a master, there is only a trap that has been prepared long ago! What could be easier than to let the prey fall into the net? )