Looking back at Medusa, she was already completely devoid of grace and sat slumped on the ground.

If it weren't for the fact that Nege was afraid of his petrified talent and didn't dare to look at him, he wouldn't have missed the corners of Medusa's lips that rose under Medusa's hysterical voice.

The song thought about it, if it weren't for Medusa, even the four poor beasts would not be able to resist the seal of the Spirit Swamp, and the road ahead would be in vain.

The song didn't say a word before turning around, and stopped.

Ahead is the swamp of the resentful spirit who insists on leaving home not far away, but in the distance, a dark green mist is shrouded, blurred, and further on, the dangerous anomaly is thought to be a certainty.

At this point, I can't think too much about it.

......

Stepping into the Wraith Swamp, it was getting dark.

The land is no longer a solid land, but a soft and slippery green clay.

The song will go a short way, and the tender yellow thorns and thorns will be soaked and stained with green mud, and the bottom of the cream lace skirt will be the same. And be careful with every step, every step may slip and fall.

The further you went, the darker it became, and the swamp was damp and eroded, and a foul smell lingered around it.

At this moment, the song thought of Medusa's "snake kiss avoidance", "What a spell!"

The mud will get thicker and thicker, and each foot will not reach the ankle.

......

"Ahh

The ankle of the song was wrapped in the darkness under the mud, and one of his heels was planted in the mud.

The cream-colored lace skirt robe turned into a green clay skirt robe, wet and sticking to its body.

"It's good that my face didn't sink into the mud, otherwise I'm afraid I would have turned into a green clay monster!"

After getting up, he moved forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, without resting for a moment.

......

The gray sky was pressed low. Gloomy.

The Wraith Swamp stretches as far as the eye can see.

The humid air of the swamp soaked Nego's long hair, and the strands gradually pressed against his face.

The Wraith Orb is a Relic of the Wraith Swamp, and it should probably be in the depths. The air-like Hachi sensed the song and thought about it in his heart.

......

The farther she went, the shadow seemed to have a horse, and she hadn't seen a creature for a long time, and she walked towards the horse like a plea for help, and only to find that the horse had no head, and was covered in wet green, and its neck seemed to have been slashed with a sharp blade, which must have been surprisingly fast, because there was almost no blood on the neck.

"Where's your head?"

The headless horse seemed to sense someone coming next to him and raised one of the horse's front hooves.

The song went to grab the horse's hoof, but the headless horse shrank back again.

"It's so pitiful, your head is gone, have you lost it here? Why don't I help you find it!"

The song was not afraid to walk to the headless horse, raised his hand and stroked the horse's body, and stroked a hand of green clay.

"Come with me. Then he patted the horse on the back, and then took the reins, bent his waist, and looked down on the dirt.

Under the dim light, the dark green mud on the ground is not clear.

The song is simply gone, and he stretches out his hand to the mire.

......

I don't know how long it has been - because there is no sun in the sky, and the sky is obscured by tight, dark green clouds, so it seems that time has become meaningless here. And she, as if the purpose of her present existence is to help the headless horse find its head.

Her hand reached out into the mire, stained with dark green mud, mixed with the stench of blood and decay.

This smell, after smelling the song for a long time, she felt the breath of despair in it, and here, she seemed to crawl in hell, and this smell told the world that the broken, silent air overlapped, telling the love of broken bones and the loneliness of eternity.

......

The song didn't like the smell so much at first, and even ...... Beginning to have some pity, this dark green resentful spirit swamp, clearly withered in waiting, and the stench was only to hide the groans of pain, not to be heard, not to be seen, not to be noticed.

......

The headless horse that followed her, its body trembling occasionally—perhaps it had pinned its last hope entirely on the Song of Songs, and this desperate trust made it nervous.

She groped in the swamp for a long, long time.

I have touched the spine of an animal that is about to die and the flesh has rotted to the slag, and I have touched the foot of a dead man...... The song buries the fear deep in the heart and does not say a word.

......

For a long time, I don't know how long.

......

"Found it!" "I found it!" "I found it, and I found it, and I got my head again!"

Song pulled a horse's head like a rabbit's head out of the mire. She lifted her skirt and wiped the mud on her head, and wiped it for a long time, but her head was still dirty.

The eyes on his head suddenly opened, and he was startled and threw back into the mud.

"Fall me to death!" the other opened his mouth to speak, and the mud poured into his mouth.

"This ...... Is it your head?" Ge was a little uncertain when he saw that this head was like a rabbit and a horse.

"Yes!"

"Okay, it's dirty, but it should still be usable. The song regained his head and performed a spell, and the head was joined to the horse's neck.

The headless horse is finally no longer the headless horse, "hiss-" and saw the face of the song as he chirped to the sky.

"It's you!" said the horse, frightened.

"Don't you say thank you?"

"Thank you, cut off my head, I have been looking here for 10,000 years! I thank you, if I still have a little mana at this moment, I will destroy you!"

"I'm here for the first time...... 10,000 years ago...... I haven't been born yet......"

"I'm Chitu! Don't you remember me?"

"Wow, although I haven't seen it, I heard that the red rabbit horse travels thousands of miles in a day and eight hundred miles in a night! You are the best horse in this Sheltered Wing Flame Continent!"

The red rabbit dodged in a flash. Abhor.

"You're really a white-eyed wolf, I've worked hard to help you find your head!"

"Surely you're not her?" Chitu looked up and down suspiciously.

"I don't know who you're talking about, I just know that I pity you, help find the head but don't count!"

Chitu will be suspicious, she is not the demon?

Although there are eight points with her face, this woman's mana cultivation is inferior, and her eyes are clear, presumably she has thought about it for 10,000 years, hated it for 10,000 years, and deviated from her head and body for 10,000 years?

Needless to say, it was indeed her who saved her life, if it was she who cut off her head 10,000 years ago, how could she help it find its head and joint now?

"I'll believe you once!" said the red rabbit reluctantly.

"That'...... Can you take me to the depths of the Wraith Swamp?" Song clenched the sleeves of his robe, lest he would be reciprocated by a refusal.

At this moment, the song has been walking in the Resentful Spirit Swamp for too long and has no physical strength, and it has taken most of the mana to join the head and neck of the red rabbit, and I am afraid that it will not be possible to go inside.

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