After recovering from the vertigo caused by the terrifying roar, Franka sighed with heartfelt emotion, "Sure enough, the gray fog here can also provide protection."

Otherwise, in the roar that can obviously hurt their spirits and affect their spirits, they can only choose between losing control and becoming a monster or dying directly.

"Praise be to the fools!" Lumien no longer hid his faith.

He immediately reminded in a tone of pouring ice water, "But the hidden danger here may be even more terrifying than the roar just now."

Franka was silent for a few seconds, then said with self-encouragement, "The hidden danger is better than the one that has already erupted, so let's just try not to touch it."

"If there are no other accidents, we will stay in this corner, hide ourselves, and not go anywhere, waiting for rescue!"

Janena and Anthony. Although Red felt that it was not a good choice to do nothing and wait for the opportunity to get out of here to fall on their heads, but under the current circumstances, they did not dare to go deep into the Quaternary Trier, so they could only accept that this was not a solution.

In the deathly silence around him, Anthony was the first to adjust his mental state, pointing to the small dark wooden box and said, "I don't know what it does, but I'm sure that a simple, brief touch will not have a significant negative effect."

As for the coins, they didn't need to be introduced, everyone just glanced at them a few times, and roughly counted the total amount: 312 Filkin, 26 Kope.

What the hell is this?" Franka leaned back against the collapsed pilasters in the shadows and looked at the small dark wooden boxes.

It didn't look like an ordinary wooden box with things, but it was clearly an item with mysterious powers.

Lumien and Anthony turned their heads at the same time, setting their eyes on the "Witch of Pleasure".

"I should have asked you." Lumian laughed.

Franka "oops": "I can't help it, I didn't have time to 'psychic' just now, and there is no connection between here and the real spirit world, so I can't do 'magic mirror divination', to confirm the ability, effect, status and negative effects of these two items, I can only try it myself, again and again."

"Of course, if you can meet a 'craftsman', then all the problems are not a problem."

She then pointed at Jane and said, "Just like the black 'Primordial Witch' statue must also have other functions, for example, allowing the holder to make a 'mirror double', and I, in addition to providing a certain anti-divination and early warning effect, can only be used as an object of prayer during rituals."

"They are all gods, at most they are different in color and orientation, why is there such a big difference?"

She didn't mention why she didn't use various methods to find out the information about the black "Primordial Witch" idol, everyone present could understand the current situation, they had to ensure that they were in good condition, and they couldn't risk being injured and affected to test the loot, and if something really went wrong, maybe they didn't use the hidden dangers of the Fourth Trier, they would have died in the "experiment".

When Jane Na and the others were silent for a short time, Franca sighed in her heart and said: This black god statue is obviously very problematic, and its origin is even more mysterious, no wonder the Witch Sect wants me to investigate what Gardner smuggled in from the underground tunnel......

If I hand it in, will the Witch Sect reward me with a "painful" potion on the spot, promising to help me complete the ritual, or will it kill me?

Lumian raised his hand and touched his chin to Anthony. Rhett said: "In this case, you can take all the Fergin, and the rest of the loot will be distributed back to the ground."

"Just wrap it in a cloak and put it on the ground, and take it when you go?" Anthony asked further.

Lumian smiled, and he pointed to the charred "bone flute" and said, "Otherwise? You can also take it with you, so that we may be able to see the power of the 'departed', and Philip died in such a hurry that he didn't have time to show us.

"Of course, in the state in which he died, most of those abilities will be fed back to the owner of the item in the form of a curse."

Undeterred by the taunt, Anthony pulled up his bloodstained, tattered half-black cloak and rewrapped the "bone flute" and the small wooden box.

Lumian poked his head out thoughtfully, and slanted into the unusually narrow street:

"Later, if we encounter an enemy who is very difficult for us to deal with, we can consider throwing these two things to him, maybe it will have a miraculous effect, hehe, General Philip must be very pleased to know that he can still play such a role after his death."

That might bring a curse of fate!

Obviously a little nervous and the atmosphere was quite heavy, Jane Na was still amused by Lumian's every sentence that did not forget to mock General Philip's behavior: "Damn, General Philip is dead, there is no need to hold him anymore."

Before Lumian could respond to Jana, he suddenly heard two terrible screams.

They seem to come from the same place, with undisguised fear.

Not long after, two figures, one in front and one behind, rushed into the narrow street from the side, as if chasing UFOs floating in mid-air.

Franka poked her head out of the shadows beside Lumian and looked over, her eyes frozen.

The two figures, a man and a woman, had no heads, and the flesh and blood on their necks were blurred, and there were no traces of white bones.

And they were chasing two heads, the common denominator was that their expressions were extremely vivid, showing the purest fear, and dragging bloody, long tail-like spines!

A head was a man with bulging cheeks like a squirrel, and his mouth was still chewing thick black hair, and similar hair was coming out of his dark brown eyes, in his nostrils, and in his ears, and the headless body that pursued him also had similar black hair growing from the broken neck, thicker, more exaggerated, like aquatic weeds.

The other head belonged to a beautiful woman with black hair and brown eyes, who flew forward frantically, coughing and shaking out the bright starlight, and the rubble around her from the chase swayed as if in slow motion.

Suddenly, the two heads and two bodies that were about to climb over the collapsed building and leave the narrow street froze at the same time.

The first two shook their heads blankly, as if to throw away some kind of discomfort, while the headless corpses raised their hands and pinched their left breasts.

Just a few seconds later, the two heads, dragging their bloody spines, slammed into the collapsed black house, and the bodies chasing them fell to the stacks of stones.

This saw that Lumian and the others were silent.

After a few seconds, Lumian sneered, "Look, this is what happened to Trill in the Quaternary."

"Do you suspect they're guests of the 'hostel'?" Janena asked thoughtfully.

Lumian smiled and said, "Otherwise? Where can you find such a fresh head and body in the ancient ruins that have been buried for a thousand or two thousand years?"

It reminded him of "Supervisor" Olsen, who was in that form when he first appeared.

Looking at it now, Lumien is almost certain that Olsen is a real monster whose head and body can be separated.

Franka also remembered Gardner. The servants of Martin's house, she retracted her gaze and pondered, "Why does a head without a body cough as if it were sick...... What do they end up looking like a cerebral infarction? Those two headless bodies smell of cardiac arrest......"

"Is this the work of the evil god giver of the Cult of Disease, or is there another murderer?

"Well, sequence 5 of the 'Witch' path is called 'Pain', which can spread all kinds of diseases, and I can enter here by relying on the statue of the 'Primordial Witch' and that ancient silver mirror......"

"This place obviously has a lot to do with the 'witch' path, and the high-level power leaked out makes the monsters sick and die?"

"That's right, I still have an IQ at a critical moment." Lumian gave a mocking compliment.

Jane Na said happily: "It's good that we didn't go deeper, otherwise we don't know when we would have fallen ill until we died."

Lumian smiled and glanced at her, "Why do you think we're not surrounded by diseases now?"

"But, but we didn't cough......." Jana's voice grew lower and lower, turning her gaze to the pocket of her clothes.

There was the pitch-black statue of the "First Witch".

In the same way, Franka looked into her coat pocket, as if she saw the statue of the "First Witch" carved from white bones through the fabric.

Anthony looked at Lumian and asked in a refirming manner, "You mean, Trier is full of diseases in the Quaternary Age, and the reason why we are not affected is because we have those two idols with us?"

Lumian spread his hands and said, "I think this explanation is more reasonable."

............

Beyond the gray fog, the edge of the ruins that extends out of the Quaternary Trier.

Packed in a small brown suitcase with a blood-stained face, Gardner. Martin's head and eyes suddenly opened, and Gardner, dressed in silver-white armor, was reflected in his eyes. Martin.

Its mouth opened and it spat out a blazing white fireball.

The two sides were so close that Gardner. Martin couldn't dodge at all, so he threw himself back sharply, trying to dodge the part of his opponent's intended attack.

Boom, Gardner. Martin was blown away by a huge explosion.

The spiderweb-like crack on the chest of the silver-white armor shattered completely, tearing open the skin and flesh beneath it.

This blow is equivalent to hitting Gardner. Martin's vital point, if it weren't for the "Arrogance Armor" that took most of the damage, he would have died on the spot.

But in this way, the "arrogant armor" also lost its ability to protect the chest for a certain time.

The one with a bloody face that looked like it belonged to Gardner. Martin's head flew up dragging his bloody spine.

On the other side, the badly damaged headless body of Olsen stood up again.

"Gardner. Martin's head was aimed at the empty neck break and put Bai Sensen's spine inside.

In the clicking sound, this "Gardner. Martin twisted his neck and turned to Gardner, who had already switched positions and condensed a large number of red and white fire ravens. Martin smiled sadly, "Olsen is long dead, and I have always been in control of his head and body.

"After that, I'll take your place."

............

Above the wilderness, the earth shook violently, and one after another burning cracks swam into the distance like fiery serpents.

The figures of "magician" and "justice" are outlined.