Chapter 146:

There was nothing strange about the box, but there was a faint gray trail floating around the box. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

An inexplicable malice came from there, as if to warn him not to come closer.

"Box ?..."

Ron narrowed his eyes, feeling the obvious malice, paused, and then strode straight through the hole in front of him.

As soon as he entered the cave, Ron felt a heavy rain fall overhead.

The rain was so heavy that it slapped on Ron's body with a 'pop' sound, and in a few moments he was completely drenched.

And while Ron felt the coldness of the rain, in the hall, the faint malice suddenly became stronger.

At the same time, the blue light and dust scattered on the ground quickly dimmed, as if the flames had been extinguished by the rain overhead.

The hall grew dark again, except for the faint blue light of the large hole behind Ron.

Glancing at the faint blue light on the ground, Ron frowned slightly.

"Can't help but come out at last?"

'Shhhhhh

As soon as he finished speaking, a slight sound came from all directions.

The voice seemed to fluctuate from far and near.

And as the voice gradually amplified, Ron's expression became dull at some point.

In his field of vision, he saw an old man in front of the box in the hall tearing his throat with his thin hands.

The old man's face was pale, his eye sockets were deep, and black worms wriggled out of the back of the old man's head in a strange way.

However, even so, the old man's eyes were unexpectedly bright, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying something.

At this moment, his throat was torn by himself, revealing the black flesh inside, and large sections of white tubes slowly wriggled and hissed.

The old man continued to tear at his throat as he looked at Ron gently, his already bloodied mouth opening slightly.

'Shhh Kill... Kill me... Hurry up... Kill me... Liberation...'

The words were the same as the one Ron had heard outside the ancient tree.

And Ron, who heard this, somehow opened his hands and slowly stretched them to his neck.

However, just as the palm of his hand touched his skin, a thin line of crimson suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Die!"

Without warning, Ron reached out and punched himself in front of him.

'Bang!!'

With a muffled sound, a huge translucent shadow, mixed with white rain and mist, smashed into the distance.

After smashing the shadow, the strange old man disappeared abruptly, and the atmosphere of the entire dark hall became faintly agitated.

In the shadow of a moment, translucent figures slowly appeared.

These shadows have no concrete form, they are clumps and very large in size, with two white dots at the top, which appear to be the eyes of the creature.

And with the appearance of these shadows, the air immediately filled the air with a rotten and cold disgusting aura, the same as the smell in the ancient trees.

"Gray goblin, it's really this kind of thing!"

Looking at the creature that appeared in the hall, Ron knew that it was a strange creature that thrived in dead air and negative energy.

Similar to Spirits, but more difficult than Spirits.