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A gentle breeze blows the stench of the ghost swamp in the distance, reminding everyone of the horrors of this world.

Occasionally, you can hear the screams of ghosts.

It's not a joke, this kind of little monster that was originally only at the bottom of the game, and has no sense of existence, is a numbing existence at this moment.

After all, they are not powerful beings with hero templates in the game, they are just a bunch of minions.

There was no bonfire, because in this dangerous world it was an act of seeking death.

Everyone was quiet, sleeping and on guard, and no one took turns keeping vigil, because there was no point.

In this dark night, the presence or absence of a night watchman is of little use, and no one dares to sleep.

Mu Shao'an didn't sleep, he just half leaned on a stone, his eyes closed, but he unhurriedly sharpened the wooden spear with a short sword, which was the embryo of a wooden spear that he had cut down a pine tree growing in the crevice of the cliff when he was climbing over the narrow and steep ridge before.

It is only one and a half meters in length, the thickness of the wrist, and it is ugly.

The rest of the team ignored this, saying that such a trivial matter was indeed not a big deal, and perhaps some people despised it in their hearts, what is the use of a wooden spear? Can it penetrate the leather armor or iron armor of the virus soldier, it is simply a joke.

But for Mu Shao'an himself, this wooden spear embryo is of great significance, he doesn't necessarily want to get a wooden spear that can be used for throwing, he is more concerned about this process of sharpening the wooden spear himself, others will not understand, nor will they enjoy this feeling of tranquility.

In this dark night, Mu Shaoan didn't even need to look at it, but the strength and angle of the short sword in his hand would be the same.

Not even the slightest sound came from this cutting.

This is not because the dagger is unmatchedly sharp, nor is it because the pine wood is too soft, and in fact, any pine tree that can grow on the cliff is the brave among the trees.

The reason why he was able to do this was because of Mu Shaoan's subtlety of controlling his strength.

Unhurried, unhurried, silent, like a long breath, steady, powerful, precise.

Pieces of wood chips fell silently like snowflakes, and the shape and center of gravity of the wooden spear embryo were clearly projected in Mu Shao'an's heart.

He knew how to cut the knife, and he also knew what the embryo of this wooden spear would look like in the end, and even unconsciously, he felt that this wooden spear that had not yet taken shape had established some kind of connection with himself, and he could not say, he could not say, he could only understand.

It's a really magical, it's mysterious, but it's a matter of course.

The night passed quickly, and nothing unexpected happened on this gloomy and terrifying night, but everyone's faces were not very good-looking, and they looked somewhat similar to the gloomy sky.

This is normal, no matter who it is, it will be the case if they haven't slept all night, although in fact, with the attributes of everyone, even if they don't sleep for three days and three nights, it won't affect much combat power.

Mu Shaoan is probably the only exception, he is simply red and energetic.

He had been sharpening the wooden spear all night, hardly stopping, so although he didn't do it fast and didn't have a lot of wood chips, he still sharpened it at dawn.

A very beautiful wooden spear, straight, smooth, with a stable center of gravity, but it is not too sharp, and at the tip of the wooden spear, I don't know what Mu Shaoan thinks, so he actually left a blunt spear tip.

From the outside, there are hardly any traces of chipping, as if it were machined.

However, this is by no means the kind of sleek wooden stick formed by the assembly line, if you look closely, you can feel that this wooden spear seems to have a little spirituality, as if it has come to life.

Of course, this feeling can only be experienced by Mu Shao'an, and the others are not even interested in taking a second look.

So they wouldn't know that just by sharpening a wooden spear last night, Mu Shaoan's basic throwing skills had increased from 90 to 92.

It's a miracle to say that.

"Damn, you can still see some sunshine yesterday, but today it's a fog, everyone listen, we must rush through the Ghost Swamp by twelve o'clock at noon today, if anyone is left behind in the process, no one else has to pay attention, there is only one thing you need to do, and that is to rush through!"

Sharp's tone was a little anxious, and then after eating some food, they rushed forward without any pause, today was destined to be a day full of killing and despair.

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There were no roads at all underfoot, just muddy swamps and stinking mutated aquatic plants.

These black aquatic plants are like the hair of water ghosts, growing indiscriminately, and if you are not careful, you will trip over.

I don't know when the sky became gloomy, it looked a bit like a dead man's face, and it was the kind of face that had been soaked in water for days and nights and still couldn't blink a face.

There was not a single living creature around, and there was no sound of wind, but the occasional shrieking could be heard, but it was not an illusion, it was a ghost ghost cheering for the beginning of a gluttonous feast.

The delicious meal at the feast is these people.

Mu Shao'an still stayed at the back, but the thief Sirwin ran to the center of the team, and everyone was fighting to make themselves run faster, Ghost Swamp, the name alone made people tremble.

However, perhaps because it was daylight, their team had not encountered any attacks so far.

Moreover, Mu Shaoan also believed that since Leader Sharp had chosen this route, it must have been because they had walked through the ghost swamp before, so he could be very sure that those ghosts would not attack them during the day.

But the danger only comes from this, Commander Sharp is undoubtedly very rich in combat experience, although there is no clue, he should be able to feel the bloody crisis.

In fact, Mu Shaoxin was also a little uneasy, not simply because of the atmosphere of this ghost swamp environment, it seemed that some kind of crisis was lurking in the unknown ahead.

It feels bad.

At about eleven o'clock in the morning, the gray-white fog in the sky finally dissipated a lot, and even the outline of the sun could be faintly seen through the bleak gray clouds.

This was undoubtedly a morale boost for everyone, even though they didn't actually feel the warmth of the sun.

The undulating silhouettes of the mountains began to appear in front of them, and they could finally get out of the ghost swamp without any danger.

But at the moment when everyone relaxed their mood, Mu Shaoxin swept a shadow for no reason, he looked back suddenly, but he didn't see anything, everything was as usual.

But the next moment, a cold, gloomy aura suddenly appeared behind him, and Mu Shaoan was shocked, but at this time he didn't look back, but slammed into the mud in front of him.

Almost at the same time, he heard the sound of ice condensation, and it passed over his head, and in an instant, he felt that the blood in his whole body was frozen, and even his thoughts were frozen, and he only had time to see an icy thorn whirlwind roaring forward, and the movements of seven or eight procedural soldiers in front of him were directly stagnant and frozen by the whole person.

Then the next moment, only a loud bang was heard, and they were frozen into ice cubes and shattered, killing them with one blow.

Is this - magic?

"It's a D-class virus caster, run!"

There was a shout in front of them, but no one turned to meet them.

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