san check！

Although there is no running group system, Feng Xue always feels that at this time, he should have a dice sound effect in his head, and then deduct a few SAN values to show respect.

But that was just a thought, and as the green smoke and foul smell slowly cleared, the detective pinched his brow once more and began to activate his wide-area detectable phantom.

"It's dead."

He replied.

"It does seem to be a corrupted creature of the Hoth family." As if he was worried about burns, Qingjin quickly stroked his phantom object, and the faint hot breath spread, but nothing happened.

If you have to say it, that is, Feng Xue felt quite uncomfortable when that breath swept over her.

It wasn't that there was any physical damage, but it was simply a mental and physical disgust.

"Is this the true property of this phantom object, similar to the old seal?"

Feng Xue reviewed the ability of this phantom thing in the name of "dung", and sighed slightly in her heart, but Qingjin said plainly:

"There is no ambush, you can act."

"I'll let the snakes find their way in front of me, and don't use range attacks." Snake Pupil seems to be able to distinguish between the snakes she raises, and with her order, the group of snakes that had escaped before poured into the sewer again, but this time, the acupuncture took the lead and followed.

Feng Xue casually blocked the sudden attack of the ghost hand, and then followed behind the needle piercing, and immediately, he saw the hell scroll that was far more tragic and detrimental than the outside.

All sorts of highly corrupted minced meat tread on the already unclean sewers, and even though the green smoke had cleared, there was still a small unpleasant smell of rancidity.

The needleprick, however, seemed accustomed to the smell as he reached out his thickly gloved palm and picked up pieces of rotten flesh and threw them into his not-so-large leather quiver.

Pieces of carrion fell into the quiver, and the quiver squirmed.

"Why is it always reasonable in an inexplicable place!" Watching the quiver digest the flesh and blood to form an arrow cluster, Feng Xue secretly complained in her heart, but her vision was always staring at the depths of the sewer.

Although he didn't know what the target was this time, Feng Xue had already equated it with something like the Alien Mother Empress in his heart.

A group of five people slowly advanced towards the sewers, even if there was no warning from the poisonous snake in front of them or the detective who had established a spiritual network with the snake group through phantom objects, everyone still tacitly chose the slowest marching strategy.

However, it seemed that he was aware of the arrival of a few people and planned to concentrate all his forces, but the target did not continue to send "heirs" to attack and harass, which made Feng Xue wonder if the other party had concentrated all his forces and planned to come in a big wave.

"It's close." Suddenly, the detective made a slightly hoarse voice, and the snake pupil reacted immediately, activating the power of the phantom object to gather the snake group to provide more vision.

With the cooperation of the two men, a clear route was marked, however, before they could see their final goal, a new wave of attacks began.

But it wasn't the monster that launched this attack, it was the ghost hand!

It seemed that he knew that he would not be able to kill Feng Xue "directly" no matter what, so the ghost hand simply made a stumble.

Although with Feng Xue's martial arts realm, such a stumbling was not enough to destroy his balance, but the ghost hand had the power to turn the impossible into possibility.

Under the indescribable coincidence, Feng Xue, who should have regained his balance after a stumble, stepped on the air, and the loose floor tiles for some reason were lifted just right, making Feng Xue's whole body lean forward again.

It was this sudden change that seemed to trigger a chain reaction, and one after another figures burst out of the dim corners, without any mental fluctuations at all, but they did not kill Feng Xue, the person who was out of balance, but directly targeted the person who was slightly distracted by Feng Xue's movements.

"This intelligence is completely different from those previous mobs!"

Feng Xue supported the ground with one hand, although he still slipped and slid it, but he was already ready for a wrist sprain, but he felt that it was a little too simple, his body completed a twist in the air, and while standing up again, he kicked the monster that pounced on Qingjin.

The flesh monster, which was only the size of a rat and resembled a sludge monster, was kicked by Feng Xue to the back of the detective's neck, but this was obviously not a betrayal of his teammates, because before he could hit the detective, the monster was lined up with another small thing that came out of the corner, and turned into two puddles of flesh and mud under Feng Xue's just right strength.

At this time, Feng Xue threw a punch again, intending to shoot down the monster that was close to the snake pupil, but before that, a nail thorn had already shot it down, and at this time, the needle prick who had just shot the monster and saved the snake pupil was wrapped in a phantom glove, and he didn't know when he pinched a monster.

"Smack!"

Without any psychological burden, he pinched the monster that Feng Xue looked disgusting into meat sauce and stuffed it into the quiver, and glanced at the innocent-looking ghost hand beside Feng Xue, but he still didn't say anything after all.

He is very clear about the side effects of this obsession, not to mention anything else, his vein, the three generations of master and apprentice combined, have been killed by this quiver at least ten times.

However, after such a show, the detective and the snake pupil also readjusted their state, no longer focusing all their attention on the investigation, and Qingjin simply pinched a fire in his hand, looking like "I must burn it first this time".

It was only then that the monsters disappeared again, and only the mutilated snake corpses on the ground kept reminding the investigators to pay attention to safety.

Only this time, Feng Xue showed a disdainful smile, although everyone didn't see the target this time, but in his eyes, that guy was really conspicuous and a little excessive.

Because......

In the gloomy sewers, a flame floating in mid-air is so conspicuous!

"Twelve meters of ceiling directly ahead!"

Feng Xue didn't talk nonsense, and reported directly, although she didn't know why Feng Xue said that, but the acupuncture shot a nail directly at the position pointed out by Feng Xue in an attitude that she would rather believe it.

The corrupted creature that had been confident in its latent abilities came out of its stealth state, and what appeared to be a small Shogues thing fell from the ceiling of the sewer, avoiding the pinprick shot, and spewing a stream of turbid green slime towards the five people.

Rumble!

This time, Qingjin didn't pull his crotch, and the flame that had already been pinched in his hand was thrown forward, and the collision between the flame and the slime suddenly caused an unpleasant sound, and at the same time, the disgusting aura spread through the sewer again.

(End of chapter)