The sunset painted the desert a dark red, and the scorching heat slowly subsided, replaced by a bone-chilling cold. The dim canopy of the sky slowly opened www.biquge.info enveloped the entire desert, and the evening glow was fleeting, and the sky receded, and soon it was completely dark.

The knights lit a bonfire, set up a barbecue and vegetable soup, and after using their fighting spirit to speed up cooking, they sat in the camp and enjoyed the desert night. Although the desert night is cold and cold, for a group of Scourge Knights, it is no different from a light rain, and this exotic atmosphere is more worth seeing.

Yalei had to deal with the demonic fire that was about to break out, and this group of people also knew how to stop in moderation, so they didn't restrain them.

The night is getting darker, and the wind and sand are getting stronger.

After blowing the sand for a while, they became bored, and they all went into the windproof tent, but the lights in the tent were not extinguished, and it seemed that the guys did not plan to sleep for a while.

Lydia didn't look at the wind and sand, she washed up early and got into the tent, silently running her fighting spirit, and when the power of gold gradually became abundant, she felt her whole body swell and her heart was hot before dissipating her strength.

The female knight was going to sleep with a blanket, and her physical fitness reached her level, it didn't matter whether she was covered with a quilt or not when she slept, and even carrying a blanket with her was a habit of life, and it was actually unnecessary.

She lay on the blanket in her underwear for a while, never falling asleep, her mind constantly cranky, always remembering her super bold offensive that day, and her pretty face kept alternating between green eggplant and tomatoes.

I don't know how long it took, but the female knight suddenly felt a gust of cold air blowing towards her, making her feel very uncomfortable, and a feeling of irritability arose.

She sat up in the dark, trying to check if there was a leak in her tent.

Suddenly I heard a creepy chewing sound, the sound came from the oil lamp, the female knight raised her head, looked at the oil lamp, and saw that there was a thin human head hanging from the original place of the oil lamp.

The facial features of the human head were facing Lydia, and there were still dense grains of sand like dead skin on her slear, wrinkled face.

Squeak-squeak-squeak!

The black hole of the human head was cast into the female knight, and there was an image of a worm wriggling in it, tumbling and wriggling like boiled noodles under its skin, and the sound of chewing came from there.

The thread hanging from the oil lamp was gone, replaced by the hanging hair from the skull, and the heat shield on the oil lamp became eyeballs, looking at her with a creepy gaze.

“......”

Seeing the strange scene in front of her, Lydia silently pursed her lips, and raised her hand to a scarlet puncture.

Whoosh!

The sharp red thread flashed through the human head, breaking it into countless fragments, which turned into the remains of oil lamps as soon as they landed.

Interesting, is this the desert a dead spirit?

They actually found me.

Is this the intention for me to stay here in his place, such a stupid wraith...... It's worth a look.

The female knight happened to be tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, when something strange suddenly happened around her, and her heart became interested.

Lydia got dressed and stepped out of the tent alone, the darkness of the night and the shadows of the wind and sand enveloping her as if she were hidden in the deepest part of the darkness.

Whew-hu-hu-hu-

The wind and sand of the rainstorm blew on the female knight, but it was separated by a faint layer of rising golden light, and the sand particles slid down from her like a waterfall and covered the ground.

Lydia saw a figure lying on the ground not far away, and the figure seemed to be in pain, crawling in the desert in a deformed posture, with its body constantly zigzag.

"You're pretending to be a ghost?"

The female knight walked over unceremoniously, raised her foot and kicked the other person over, stepped directly on its skull, and crushed it into the sand with all her strength before moving away contentedly.

At the moment when the marching boot left, the head suddenly turned upside down, and its miserable white eyes bulged out of its sockets, like a dead and shriveled fish, staring at her gloomily.

Whoosh!

Two blinding red lines went straight down, and without hesitation, they shot its eyes.

The corpse convulsed, and in an instant it melted into a foul liquid and melted into the ground, and then the desert under the female knight swelled. A large number of blood bubbles appeared, and it was gradually stained red by the smelly blood, and the blood-colored sand was like a human face.

Lydia's eyes were lowered to the ground, her pretty face was expressionless, and she felt the sand beneath her feet begin to shake, and soon it trembled violently like an earthquake.

She raised her eyebrows and lowered her head, only to see a pair of brown, withered hands stretched out from the soil, and then the thin human head also rose, revealing the shoulders buried in the soil.

As soon as the hand touched the knightess's boot, it was shattered by the power of gold, and a suction force followed it picked it up, like a turnip, and was pulled out by Lydia and thrown to the ground.

When she stepped inside, she saw that the corpse had long since been fragmented, except for a pile of slimy pieces of flesh, which were constantly bubbling out with foul blood, reflecting a hazy scarlet in the moonlight, as if the air had been soaked in blood.

"Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty to death!"

"Give me water, give me something to drink, as long as it's something to drink, anything!"

"If not, give me your blood!"

There was a muffled wail from inside the piece of meat, and then it slowly squirmed and slumped, stumbling and rolling on the ground, constantly letting out a viscous and oozing howl:

"Give me your blood! Give me your blood! Give me your blood!"

The pieces of minced meat were rolling and squeezing and stacking up, the flesh and blood mixed with the yellow sand, and then they stood up slightly trembling like a snowman.

“......”

Lydia looked at it and immediately covered her mouth and nose with her hands, a wave of nausea in her throat, and she felt severe discomfort physiologically.

"This is the ghost of the desert who died in vain, I don't know how many years you have been wandering here, sucking a lot of blood from the living, you are really lucky. Yare's voice came from behind the female knight.

"Ugh!"

Her body trembled, her pretty face suddenly changed color, as if she had seen the most terrible thing, and hurriedly turned her face to the other side.

"Am I that scary?"

The black-haired knight, who had just survived the torment of the demonic fire, walked up to Lydia's side, glanced at her, and was shocked to find that the other party was trembling as if he had seen a strange little girl—could he be more terrible than this resentful spirit?

Yalei shook his head helplessly, and then turned his gaze to the approaching wraith:

"It seems to have taken a fancy to you. ”

"It's disgusting!"

The female knight lowered her head, not daring to look into his eyes, so she could only grit her teeth and use the resentful spirit as a venting object, and raised her hand to shoot it into ashes.

"Don't worry!"

The black-haired knight hurriedly persuaded her: "This guy has been wandering in the desert for a long time, and he may know a lot of information we need." ”