So, he listened carefully, and the faint chant behind him slowly became much clearer, it was a polysyllabic sound, and he couldn't make out the content of the incantation, but he felt that the sound was incomparably beautiful, and every stroke was just right to play the strings of his soul.

He struggled to turn around and began to adjust to the body.

Shijie behind him, there is already an extremely vast army of skeletons, they are neatly arranged, there is a sense of murder under the bright moon, several gray-robed people, their faces hidden in the wide hats of the jumpsuit, are waving magic wands, chanting hard.

In addition, there are more than a dozen gray-robed people in the same clothes, sitting on the ground in different postures, as if they are engaged in some kind of spiritual recovery meditation.

A voice sounded in his head, and he didn't know what it meant, he only knew that it was driving himself forward, he tried to ignore the voice, but there was a faint tingling in his mind, this pain was nothing, but Feng Qinglang no longer disobeyed, and followed a few other skeleton companions, staggering forward.

Coming to the side of the mountain of weapons, he also followed the example of his companion, picked a favorite weapon, for some reason, he picked a mace that was missing most of the nails, he always felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had used it before, the sense of crisis of the mental breakdown came again, he decisively stopped thinking about this problem, according to the voice in his head, along the edge of the skeleton army, staggered to the back line, just saw some skeletons carrying the weapons collected, walking towards the weapon pile.

Perhaps it was his gesture of looking left and right that attracted the attention of a certain necromancer who had just finished the sit-in, and the man hooked his finger at Feng Qinglang, and Feng Qinglang staggered to the man.

This person pointed at Feng Qinglang, and said something to another wizard beside him who had just finished the meditation, and those unknown syllables gradually began to become clear, and even Feng Qinglang understood what they were saying

He knew in his heart that he was gradually integrating into this shijie, being accepted by the rules of this shijie, and when the sense of crisis of a nervous breakdown surged, he once again decisively stopped thinking about this aspect.

I heard the wizard say, "...... Pretty smart skeleton, isn't he? Silens, he seems to be observing this shijie."

"Yes, it makes me uncomfortable with Rebit, I feel like he's watching us, and it gives me the urge to ruin him"

"Don't do that, Silens, it's a fun toy, maybe he was a great guy when he died......"

"Hmph, Ribbit, this is an ancient battlefield, even if it is an ordinary soldier, who was not a person in his lifetime, don't want to have any fun, don't forget the purpose of the adults who ordered us to come here"

"I don't care, I'm going to keep him by my side anyway"

A voice drove in Feng Qinglang's mind, asking him to stand behind the necromancer named Rubbit, and Feng Qinglang did so honestly.

In the illusion shijie, it may have been a long time, but for the outside, it was only a moment, and even the verdict would only be just deployed inside and out.

At the round table, two people had already reopened their eyes, their eyes full of exhaustion, but fortunately, they were not traumatized by the spiritual sea.

The presiding officer of the adjudication meeting was obviously fully prepared for this, and with a gesture, the medical team on standby in a corner of the hall immediately stepped forward and helped the two unlucky guys out of the gap in the guard.

In the quiet audience, there were naturally also bursts of buzzing discussions, lamentations from the families of the parties, consolation from the alliance families, and of course, more schadenfreude comments.

When the medical team checked that the two men were indeed okay, the Judge's record officer immediately appeared on the scene and asked the two losers in detail about their illusions.

"I was born into a human boy who happened to fall from a mountain and broke his head, causing amnesia...... I underestimated the horror of the lost period.,I really thought I became a human teenager in that shijie.,I thought I had amnesia.,But fortunately, I was born in a noble family.,You can live without worry.,It's just unfortunate that the nobleman offended some shili.,Someone killed the door.,I didn't get out in time.,As a result...

The loser saw the two recorders looking at each other, and couldn't help but be annoyed: "I know that if I can wake up sooner, or escape from that annihilation, then the main line of my fate should be to take the path of the avenger, so as to gradually obtain a huge liliang, zuihou ignite the divine fire......"

As he spoke, he himself was also in high spirits, and he had been preparing for the alliance competition for so long, and he thought that he could make a splash, but he became the first to be eliminated, which was unlucky enough.

He didn't make any more excuses, and let the two recorders and the clerk behind them write comments, and after telling his experience, Yu Crisp closed his eyes, and couldn't help but prick up his ears, only listening to the second eliminator, and said in a depressed tone: "I'm more unlucky, I was born in the body of a pig, but because the pig pen is in the temple of that shijie, I can hear some enlightening voices every day, I always feel that this shijie is full of inappropriateness, try to think, but the spirit almost collapses, But I didn't give up trying, at least I could gradually understand the language of the humans around me, and I could understand some Sanskrit sounds coming from the temple... But damn it, their pope likes to eat piglets, and I usually dodge them, but I happened to get distracted that day and got caught......"

With such a statement, even the corners of the serious clerical officer's mouth curled, and the second loser sighed, his mood was not much better than that of the previous loser, and after briefly describing his failure experience, he was also silent.

In the spacious lounge area of the backstage, when the focus of attention was no longer on the two losers, the two people buried deep in the sofa gradually recovered some of their spirits.

The loser in front of him suddenly said to his temporary companion: "Hey, I still promised the Nuo family to be in the top thirty, and when I go out, I don't know what kind of face the Nuo family will give, and whether the honorarium can be recovered......"

The latter sighed with sympathy: "This is my most failed gunman experience...... You don't cherish it well, it's hard for me or a pig" He is still haunted by the experience of being a pig.

The man in front of him smiled bitterly: "Do you think people are so good? I think the racial distribution in the Phantom Wood Porcelain Plate must have its difficulty set in it, and the Terran must be a race with a higher difficulty." Especially as an amnesiac person, I only feel blank for the previous shijie, and the panic is incomparable

"You mean, because of your panic, you subconsciously didn't go all out?" the latter couldn't help but lower his voice.

The person in front of me also whispered: "Now that I am quiet, I have thought about it, if I sink into that shijie and let the rules of that shijie be added to the spiritual sea, and I have never seen the origin and rules inside, then once I suddenly break away, the spiritual sea will inevitably be damaged."

Looking at the disbelieving gaze of his temporary teammates, the man said in an accentuated tone: "You wait and see, the latecomers for a while, there must be those who have been damaged in the spiritual sea." ”

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