Chapter 147:

In Ron's memory, most of these mysterious shadow creatures preferred to stay in dark and mysterious places or old uninhabited castles. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

They thrive in the dark like bacteria and viruses, feeding on death and fear, and are born with a powerful aura of exhaustion and a maddening power of fear.

However, despite their strange powers, they are just a mass of irregular gas, and if they are in the sunlight, they look like a large cloud of gray dust.

Only in the dark do they appear unusually large, like giants.

Ron had seen the dead residue specimens of these creatures in Richard's lab.

He knew that these creatures were at best a semi-intelligent creature that combined dead air and negative energy, and it was not difficult to deal with, but...

"I remember that the gray elf was a creature that liked to stay in a place with a strong sense of death, but it hated the breath of the living very much, so it usually didn't parasitize in places with a lot of people, so what was the reason... Let these guys be here?"

Softly, Ron stepped back slightly, his gaze swept over the gray elves who had been slowly surrounding them with strong malice, and looked at the stone platform and box behind them.

He hadn't felt anything before, but as soon as he saw the box, he vaguely guessed why he had been brought here inexplicably.

Everything that had happened since he entered the range of the ancient tree was as if there was something that was slowly guiding him in the shadows.

Guide him here, lead him to see this box.

Thinking of this, a cold chill suddenly rose behind Ron.

If this speculation is true, then I am afraid that I am in trouble.

"It's weird that even Richard can't perceive, so now I have..."

After a pause, Ron's eyes fixed on the black box on the stone platform, and his body quietly retreated towards the large hole he had broken behind him.

However, as he counted the hole behind him, his back suddenly cooled, and a hard, cold texture clung to his back.

He turned around and found strangely that the big hole he had kicked open before had turned into a pitch-black door covered with various twisted patterns.

The door looked dark and heavy, reaching the darkness at the very top of the hall.

The gate is covered with countless twisted patterns, like tentacles tangled with each other, and in the middle of the gate is a huge creature portrait resembling an irregular ball.

The creature was covered with slender spikes, and round eyeballs were interspersed between the spikes and spikes, like a large mutated sea urchin.

As soon as he saw the portrait of this creature, Ron immediately felt a dizzy confusion in his head, as if a disgusting tentacle had been stuck in his head.

However, the feeling quickly faded.

A glow of crimson completely covered his face, as if Ron had put on a red mask.

And on the skin under his clothes, at this moment it was already covered with layers of thin red lines.

The thin threads squirmed rapidly, eventually forming a vertical red eye that froze in the center of Ron's forehead.

"Damn it!"

Touching his forehead with a solemn face, a trace of ruthlessness suddenly flashed in Ron's eyes, and he didn't want to directly smash his backhand on the door behind him.

'Boom !!'

'Click, click!'

A white air mass burst open violently around him, and dense cracks immediately cracked on the heavy gate.

Unconsciously, Ron faintly heard the angry roar of what appeared to be some kind of creature coming from the darkness overhead.