All the way forward, the atmosphere is still dreary and depressing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mark's arrival gave the team a lighting technique and no longer had to be awkwardly carrying torches to the road.

The darkness around gave people invisible pressure, and the sudden decrease in the number of people exacerbated the tension in the heart. So the seven of them began to talk about the day without a match.

Among these five warriors, in addition to Billon and Kurzon, there are three strong warriors, namely Tyne, who has known Mark before, as well as the chubby Torlias and the agile Emmony.

After a round of small talk, Mark learns that Billen, Tyne, Torrias, and Emmony are members of a regular adventure party, and that Curzon is a friend of Billen's and has been invited by him. Along the way, he almost never spoke, just walked silently, and the grimace mask he wore on his face gave it a mysterious feeling.

Not long after walking this road, the black fog on both sides suddenly began to expand outward, and some plants and plants of unknown varieties appeared on both sides of the road.

As he advanced more and more, the vegetation grew more and more vigorous, and if it weren't for the still-gloomy sky, Mark would have thought he had stepped out of this terrifying place.

But in any case, it's a good thing not to have to deal with the never-ending desolation.

Although there are plants, the surroundings are still quiet, and no animals, birds, or insects can be seen, or even the sound of the wind, which makes this seemingly lush forest look strange.

After walking for ten minutes, the barren path suddenly turned into a cobblestone avenue, and a decaying wooden stake fell to the ground beside the avenue, and something seemed to be pressed under the stake.

Billon stepped forward and kicked the stake open, I don't know how many years it had existed, and after being kicked by Billon, the stake immediately turned into sawdust in the sky. A smell of corruption suddenly filled the air.

Torrias and Emmoni laboriously pulled out a large stone from under the sawdust, the bottom half of which had been almost entirely buried in the earth.

They swung the debris off the stone. Mark stepped forward and approached the illumination, and everyone could see that it was a signpost stone, with a noble mark carved in the center of the stone, and below it were seven large and striking characters - Viscount Hobie's castle.

"Isn't this supposed to be Ping'an?" Tyne wondered.

"Looks like we're off the road with Denman! If I'm not mistaken, the sign might have been reversed. Billen frowned slightly, "A very hateful, but deadly prank. ”

"Hey, hey, hey—" Curzon on Billen's side suddenly laughed, and the sharp voice made Mark very uncomfortable, "Ridiculous wizards, their senses don't seem to be wrong. It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven, and I think they should have noticed something wrong now, right? I don't know what big fears are waiting for them in Taiping Town. ”

"Alright, Kurzon, although our side seems to be safer, we can't relax. I feel that it is not easy for Viscount Hobby's castle to pass through!

Billon raised his head sharply after speaking, his eyes blazing ahead, his brow furrowed. Since arriving on this cobblestone avenue, a dim street lamp has appeared every 100 meters or so.

A hundred meters ahead, there happened to be one, and under the street lamp, a gray figure suddenly appeared at some point, and was slowly walking towards them, staggering and limping. He wears a pitch-black hood over his head, making it difficult to see his face.

"Pap-"

The sound of clear footsteps was particularly harsh in such a silent world, and as the dark shadows drew closer, Mark could clearly feel the sound of everyone's breathing getting worse.

"Gotta-" The tremor in Tyne's mouth rang out again, "yes-yes-ghost-"

Tyne's voice made everyone's hearts tighten. The previous weird experience has made everyone a little bit of a soldier.

"The way this man walks—" Mark frowned and looked at it closely, "It feels familiar?"

"Brother, have you seen this man?" Maria hugged Mark's arms tightly, hiding her little face behind his arms, only showing her two big eyes looking into the distance.

"Cripple, left cripple?" Mark, muttered, and then his face changed, "Oh, yes!

He remembered the staggering footprints he had seen at the gate of the Deadly Garden, was it the same man, how many years had this man lived here, or had he long since died, leaving only a shell here.

If Mark had heard that someone had lost their soul and could still exist, he would never believe it, but with so many strange things happening here, what else is impossible?

As the staggering figure got closer, the atmosphere became more and more tense. Even Billen and Curzon, who were at the front, couldn't say a word. It has been proven that every creature that appears here is not that simple, let alone a person!

"Hey, hey, hey, there's finally another living person!

A sharp and penetrating voice suddenly sounded, and the implicit meaning in it made everyone's hearts tighten: What is a living person? What is a good person? Could this person be -- .

Looking at the pale and sharp teeth peeking out under the pitch-black hood, and the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth under the eroded gums, Mark couldn't help but shrink his head.

"Plop-" Tyne, who was beside him, fell straight to the ground, trembling all over. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't utter a word, only the sound of his heavy breathing. This guy was cowardly and Mark had already seen it, but when he was scared like this, Mark could only give him a thumbs up.

"Are you going to Viscount Hobby's castle?" the voice reappeared, and then the hood was lifted, revealing a pale face, skinny, with a few hairs left, a slightly distorted face, no blood on his lips, and empty sunken eye sockets, he was not only lame, but also blind!

"Who are you, why are you blocking our way!" Billon cautiously drew his sword behind his back and pointed at the other man from afar.

"I—my name is Satan, and I'm here to help you!" Satan's vocal cords echoed through the silent darkness like torn rags.

"Why should we trust you!Get out of our way!," Kurzon waved his dagger impatiently.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoever doesn't believe in me will die, only those who trade with me will survive!" Satan laughed, and there were small brown worms crawling in his gaping mouth. Maria couldn't help but retch.

Biren clenched the long sword in his hand and looked at the other party quietly: "No matter who you are, no matter what you plan to do, we are not interested!