() God kills people, and this is never a trivial matter in the Lost Land. Especially the power that exploded in an instant and was fleeting in a blink of an eye, and the Dharma Master who reached a certain level or above could detect it, and then most people didn't have to sleep this night.

Before figuring out why this happened, a few people were able to fall asleep and sleep peacefully.

God's murder is a warning sign. If this act is done on His own initiative, it means that there will be a second, a third, and even an infinite number. It is not impossible that even the Church and the armed forces under his command will act at the same time, and it will evolve into a holy war in the name of religion.

If God kills passively, then who is the one who dies? Why did you die? Many questions and assumptions seem to only make the problem more and more complicated, and then everyone can't sleep.

However, among the people with insomnia, it is clear that there is no such thing as a daring lich. The explosion of divine power was quite familiar to her. But the point is that that divine power is very strange to her, not the group she has worked so hard to hunt down at the beginning. Since it's not, of course you should sleep and sleep as you should. She has no enmity with those new gods.

Under the introduction of the one-eyed girl, the group found a hotel that rented a small courtyard for accommodation. There are not many such inns, and the main service is caravans with chariots and horses. This is the second time someone has stayed in this kind of hotel with a private courtyard. It's just that I didn't feel anything about it the previous time, but this time I have a strong sense of immediacy, which is very similar to the earth's Motel.

But for a while I couldn't lie on the bed, and as soon as I saw a simple but comfortable room, someone surrendered. Stuck headlong on the bed, not intending to get up at all. It's a pity that a certain lich can't get a good night's sleep.

Moreover, this night was also quite unpeaceful.

There are more than two groups of people who do things, or want to do things. In the previous assassinations, there must always be a moment when the knife is red. In this regard, someone has set up unreasonable protection rules. When he is awake, he will use flashing to randomly teleport himself to other locations to stay away from danger. If you fall asleep, you will teleport others randomly, and you will also be away from danger.

But this is one of the strongholds of magicians. Although non-mages make up the majority of the population, the number of mages here is even higher than that of some smaller countries. Perhaps the mainstream tactics of the Lost Ground Mages are the same as those of Berserkers, but that doesn't mean they don't have other means.

Curses are not the preserve of a few people.

Curses cast by using evil spirits are arguably the most common classification. As long as you're looking like a hoisting ghost and planning to follow someone, don't forget that there is a lich here, the ancestor of the undead species, who stands at the forefront of the undead. What Fen saw was stuffed into the ordinary oil lamp.

The material of the oil lamp is quite ordinary, but someone just uses it casually to make up the numbers. But the flame is an unquenchable fire, a magical flame fueled by the soul. This is one of the magics that has been lost in the world, but it has reappeared in the hands of its creator.

According to this lich, this magic is not picky, and whatever soul you stuff into it, it can burn. And as long as she doesn't release it voluntarily, it will be impossible for the soul that is used as fuel to escape until it burns out.

Some higher-level evil spirits can invade other people's dreams and start from the soul level......

In the dream, in the face of the visiting 'evil guest', the fat house incarnation chose Freddy, the strongest talker in history, while the second incarnation chose Jason, who has a good habit of cutting people when he sees them, and doesn't like to talk nonsense. Not by howling, not by cruelty, but by constantly resurrecting on the spot with full blood to make other ghosts kill until they can't stand it first and collapse.

"I can't afford to play, these little minions." His fingers slid over the rim of the round nib, and the fat house incarnate licked the sharp finger knife, and looked at himself with great satisfaction in a red and green striped sweater, and his thin figure said, "Actually, I'm slimmed down, and I'm quite stylish, right, Sadako." ”

A traditional 29-inch video tube TV suddenly turned on, revealing a ...... in a white robe in black and white Berserk Lori? She slapped the TV screen violently from the inside and shouted, "I'm not Sadako, let me out from here, I'm going to bite you to death!" ”

"Oh, how can Sadako crawl out of the TV, you're really useless." As he spoke, he got a note and pasted it on the TV, which said, 'My Sadako is really useless'.

At this time, as soon as an evil spirit was split into two pieces and dragged its feet upside down, Jason's second incarnation came to the side and asked, "What does that mean?" ”

"Huh, what did he meow?"

"The best thing you think of is that word."

Flicked the round nib hat with a finger knife, and the fat house pretended to say: "Zifei is not a fish, and you know the joy of fish." But after waiting for a long time, but he couldn't wait for a long time to complain, he noticed Jason and the rampaging Lori on TV, both of whom were standing quietly, silently watching him sing a one-man show. Hey, is there anything so cruel to let me play monkey alone. ”

"Isn't that what my personality is? Quietly hack the protagonists to death. "That's what the burly man in the hockey mask said.

"Let me out and let me bite you to death. Or you can just kill me. It's all right, hurry up and make a decision, and stop talking that nonsense. This is Lori, who sometimes gritted her teeth and sometimes showed a loveless expression on TV.

In reality, the man who seems to be able to deal with various level curses well has finally been tricked. It's also a testament to the versatility of magic, and the ability to find something that someone isn't thinking through. Just like firewalls and hackers, all kinds of stories of love and killing.

And that threat that has been ignored by someone for a long time is the 'disease', or 'epidemic'.

After crossing over to the lost land, men who have never been sick are about to think that they are going to have no chance with the disease. You must know that before the crossing, as a fat house, there were constant major and minor illnesses, not to mention some chronic diseases. It can be said that in addition to the place of work and the place where you buy all kinds of video games and animations, the most frequent place for someone to walk is the hospital.

However, Midi is a recipe for good mountains, good water and good air, which means that eating, drinking, breathing, and breathing are extremely healthy. Unlike before the crossing, various chemically synthesized ingredients have trained human beings to become an alternative poison.

Coupled with the pressure of cruel nature, someone does not dare to relax their exercise except for the time spent in a certain magic tower. In other words, in addition to the infection and fever caused by various traumas, someone did not have a severe cold and lay on his stomach for several days because he forgot to cover his stomach when he slept.

It's just that such a healthy body is still found by disease after all.

When he woke up early in the morning, he was groggy and groggy that he hadn't experienced for a long time, and his hot body, Lin thought for a while that he had tossed too much last night. After all, the current climate is about late spring and early summer, and the wind at night is still a little cool. It's just that last night I was bare-chested and the window was open, could it be that I caught a cold like this?

When I sneeze so much that my snot is almost on my lips, someone believes that they are really sick.

At this time, of course, you have to go to the culprit to ask for an explanation...... Go to a well-intentioned lich to heal yourself. After all, that one is quite good at magic such as the regeneration of severed limbs and the resurrection of the dead. If you can do those things, it shouldn't be a big problem to treat a small thing.

Healing the sick wasn't really a big deal for the lich. The problem is that the lich who has only recently reshaped itself from the level of DNA level is the time when he is most interested in what NA and what cells.

Someone is sick, and he is a guinea pig that he sends to the door, the best research and experimental subject. With such a good target in existence, if you don't dissect it, I'm sorry for the word 'lich'.

However, technology must keep pace with the times, and cutting people into pieces with a knife is no longer in line with the values of this lich. Fen is now taking blood, sampling, all kinds of tests. Even a certain traverser who used to run to the hospital before the crossing couldn't understand what Fen was doing now.

In short, someone wrapped in a large quilt, sneezing, shivering with cold, and coughing from time to time, was listening carefully to the diagnosis from a certain former Demon King. Although the one who seemed to be telling a fantasy made the listener unbelievable.

"Hello! So what do you say, say it again? Rubbing his nose, which was red from constantly blowing his nose, Lin wondered if it was because he was sick that he had a problem with his hearing.

"I said, you're not sick."

"Hello! Am I called not sick? I don't know if it was excitement or fever, Lin's face began to turn red.

"Although I would love to help you find out what the cause is and then cure you. But if you really don't get sick, then there's nothing I can do. I can't heal healthy people unless you approve of my reincarnation treatment. There's nothing that can't be solved by a single reincarnation. ”

It's like a cough that is about to cough up your lungs. When it was almost calm, Lin looked weakly at the lich who was once seen to be relied on, and asked, "If this is not a disease, then what is it?" ”

Fen thought for a while before making up his mind and said, "I have a guess, but there is no evidence to prove it yet. ”

"What speculation?"

"Could this be a curse, not a disease caused by a virus or germs?"

"Curse! Hello! "Someone who sneezed loudly remembered that among the gods of the Lost Land, there was indeed a god of plagues. Weak divine power, one of the slave gods of the Lord of Hades.

The gods of that system are worshiped and respected. Those who worship can be classified as cults; Honoring and offering sacrifices is a bit like the concept of paying protection money, I respect you, but please don't come to me often.

Therefore, cursing others to be sick is also within the scope of the business of the god of plagues. It's just that Lin didn't expect that there would be this phenomenon of showing symptoms of disease even though he was in good health. It seems that he is quite unreasonable about magic, and someone has refreshed his cognition again.