The blade sank into the white robe and cut through it without hindrance. Floating in the air, they let out a fierce scream, extremely piercing in the silence, countless raised the lanterns in their hands, and the light blue shimmer lit up the darkness. Ian was able to see the familiar figure floating among the ghosts.

"You're crazy!" shouted Manhe behind him, "these ghosts can't be killed, hurry up!"

Ian took a step back, ignoring Manhe's words. It was true that the guard had passed through the body of one of them, but there was no machete, and the lantern-bearers seemed to have no body, only a pale face, and teeth as sharp as beasts.

They swarmed up and lunged at Ian. Ian took a step back, then swung his knife again, this time targeting their faces. The oncoming group of ghosts did not dodge, and Ian slashed several faces in a row, feeling like splitting the skin. The demons whose faces had been destroyed fell to the ground, and the lanterns they were holding dimmed.

Ian stepped forward on the ghostly body, slashing down several ghosts in a row. Approaching the center of the group of ghosts, he saw a figure dressed in a hunter's suit, held high in the air by these ghosts, as if they were about to be sacrificed. They still rushed at Ian without fear of death, and then the lights went out, and the darkness swallowed up the light again.

"Bang, bang, bang. ”

Behind him is a dwarven Deadpool armed with a hammer and a black shield. They marched in unison, making a sound like a beating war drum. Ian wouldn't mind trying out the power of these guys in normal times, but not now, his physical strength is limited and he's dormant. Once trapped, it is fatal for him.

Thankfully, the dwarves were slow, and Ian had time to save the hunter from the pack and leave. In fact, he did, and Manhe followed him, stepping on a white robe, and was on the verge of crying: "Oh my God, I shouldn't have saved you in the first place." Isn't it good for you to hit those guys in the back, why bother?!"

Ian didn't quite understand what Manhe meant. He didn't think it was a threat to him at all, but Manhe's reaction seemed to be saying that these guys were far more terrifying than the dwarven Deadpool behind him. If he had time, he would have stopped and asked Manhe why, but now he had to send it.

Soon, most of them fell. Ian finally came to the center, and at this time he finally saw that the hunter who was being carried was actually Hilter!

Ian slashed over the man who was carrying Hilt and put the poor old man on his shoulder. His body was cold, which made Ian's heart sink, but he didn't have time to take a closer look, and behind him, the dwarven Deadpool had already caught up. So he carried Hilt on his shoulders and ran into the passage in front of him, and Manhe followed closely behind him.

"It's over, it's over, it's over!" Manhe said four times in one breath, "why are you moving that, why can't you just listen to me?"

"You didn't say anything before, and I'm going to save people. Ian explained plainly, "And those things don't pose much of a threat. ”

The threat is not in their aggressiveness. "It's about them!" you look down at your body?"

Ian looked down and saw that his chest was glowing faintly, as well as on his legs. He frowned, looked at his hand, and found that his palm was also stained with something, but he couldn't rub it off.

"What is this?"

"Death mark!" said Manhe, gritting his teeth, "from now on, no matter where you are, there will be countless people who will come after you. This thing is like a giant rotten egg that can attract all the flies in the vicinity! If you alarm the powerful ones, then you wait to die!"

Ian's heart sank, he didn't expect that there would be such consequences of killing this, as Manhe said, if it attracted powerful people, such as those dead dragons, it would really be marked by death.

But what is the use of regretting everything that has been done.

"Don't talk so much. Ian said coldly, "If you don't want to be affected by me, you can just leave now and continue with your previous life." ”

"How can I go on with my life?" Manhe scolded, "I've got those things on my body too, and we're grasshoppers on a rope now, and whoever moves around will die!"

Ian turned his head and sure enough, he saw a faint glow on Manhe's body.

"Okay, what now?" Ian asked, "Those Deadpools are still after you." ”

"Follow me first. ”

Manhe gritted his teeth and ran in front of Ian, who ran after him, and he didn't know how long, Manhe led him to a dead alley. Before Ian could ask a question, Manhe knocked on the bricks at the entrance of the alley, and then took off seven or eight pieces, revealing a small gap.

"Come on in. Manhe got in first.

The hole is a bit small, apparently tailor-made for Manher. It was a bit of a struggle for Ian to get in, not to mention that he was carrying a person on his back. So he sent Hilt in first, and then got into it himself.

The space inside was so small that Ian had to curl up to squeeze his body in. The oil lamp in Manhe's hand was about to go out, so he expertly reached the hole and laid the bricks back up. When the last brick was laid, the oil lamp went out, and at the same time, there was a noisy sound of footsteps outside.

"Don't speak. Manhe lowered his voice and said, "Wait for them to go!"

Ian nodded, but in the darkness, Manhe couldn't see his expression. I don't know how long it took, but the footsteps outside finally disappeared, and Manhe lit the oil lamp again, and for a moment, Ian and Manhe stared wide-eyed.

Only then did he finally remember something, and reached out to probe Hilter's snort.

It took a few seconds for him to breathe a sigh of relief. Although the breath is already very weak, but still alive, I don't know if this is ironic, Bernie, who is the senior hunter of the hall, died early, and as the weakest person in this crusade team, Hilt actually survived.

"You're too impulsive. "We have every chance of getting around them." ”

"I'm going to save him. ”

"But you've brought us to our deaths. "This mark will not disappear at all for a few days. That means we're going to have to stay in here for at least a few days and can't go out, and I'm fine alone, but we're three of us now, and this guy is still half-dead. ”

"You're right. Ian nodded, "But I'm going to save him." ”

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