Here Lies The Wicked

That's it!

Quiet, sobering fog, from time to time comes the slightest roar of stone.

The footsteps are left and right.

The sound of footsteps has been wandering around and the owner of the footsteps has never been seen.

Boo!

There was a shadow in the fog that flashed quickly not far from his side, and when the Dead King looked past it, the shadow had disappeared.

At the same time, Boom!

There was dust and rubble in the fog, accompanied by rumbling, as if another building site had been destroyed.

The corpse king tried to suppress breathing, but he was afraid that he would be found. The fog was obscure, leaving only a silent silence and sometimes accompanied by the collapse of the rampant building.

It's like a world in a storm, and it's very quiet under the thrill. The only thing left in heaven and earth is the sound of rain and rain, and no other voice in the world can be heard.

All of a sudden, the beard was scattered, the grey face was a wolf king, his back felt cold, and he looked hastily behind him.

But the direction behind it is nothing but white mist.

The corpse king looked suspicious.

That guy must be around here somewhere!

Just when the Fox of the Corpse King was suspicious, the roaring sound of a stone broke the fog of silence and repression, especially clear in the ruins of the empty, quiet ruins.

The corpse king immediately changed his face.

“Ha! I got you! ”

Boom!

A rubble site was severely smashed with a knife, and the smoke was everywhere.

But there's nothing in the ruins.

“Oh... not here...”

The sound of disappointment rang just behind the fog not far from the King of Corpses.

Still hiding in the same place, the corpse king relieves himself.

Though he doesn't need to breathe.

But the air was so depressed, desperate and frightened, like an invisible pair of big hands, slowly approaching him, his scalp tightened to the extreme.

Just when the King of the Dead was very light and wanted to find where he was, suddenly!

Knock!

The sound of the bones twisting.

The corpse king's body was stiff, this familiar feeling was like a current all over his body, his neck was numb... he, he flashed to his neck.

But even worse, boom, this suddenly flashed around his neck, leaving the necropolis a little overwhelmed, with his hands nowhere to be placed accidentally pressing against a crushed stone next to him, making a very slight crisp sound.

Suddenly, the Dead King's face turned a little pale, and that was frightening.

The corpse king hurriedly held his breath, one second, two seconds, three seconds... the time passed minute by minute, there was no one around, there was no abnormal movement, when the corpse king was just about to relax, click!

Neck, neck, neck, pain! Ouch!

Double flashed to the neck again!!

The Dead King bites his teeth off, damn it, it must be that weird smell of false fortune!!

Today, whether it's sheep, incense, or people, none of them are normal, one more dangerous than the other.

But it made the eye of the corpse king stronger.

“Dragonballs... Lucky... I want them all! When I recover... I must rip him alive!! ”

Never before has the King felt an unprecedented shame and disgrace.

The corpse king's heart is angry, and his eyes are filled with haze and fierce light.

Who would have guessed that he had not long ago thought he had eaten the right formula, but now he is so miserable, wolf, hiding from pursuit.

The more I think about my heart, the more I want to hold back, the more I can't wait to whistle to vent my heart. As a result, when he just raised his head to make a silent whistling motion, there is no sign, click!

The corpse king felt a cold sweat on his forehead, and he flashed around his neck again.

“Gotcha! There you are! ”

A sudden sound rang from behind the corpse king, followed by a sound of wind tearing to both sides, spinning, bursting!

Huge force, even the surrounding ground trembled lightly, as if a force of prehistoric beasts exploded on the ground, fiercely flaming.

Just saw Fang Zheng's lucky hand, a ghost knife long knife, sharp eyes, the long knife in his hand was quick and harsh, the knife came out without dragging mud with water, in just a second, dozens of red knives covered the whole body of the dead king on the ground.

Boom!

When the eighty-first knife fell, the demon's head on the handle of the ghost knife flashed with two eyes, so that the power of Fang Zheng's knife suddenly surged, combined with the unmatched hegemonic power of the last knife, one knife heavily chopped into the right shoulder of the corpse king, the bone broke, just a little more skin, and the whole right arm was to be removed.

There is only one last piece of flesh left.

Z!

There is burning energy in the wound, burning flesh and blood so much black that the wound cannot heal for a short time.

This further aggravates the wound, aggravates the wound, opens his mouth and reveals a painful expression.

“How can you still have the fragrance of fortune... Impossible, impossible, why do you have so many fragrances of fortune on you? Even Tarzan, the land of Feng Zen, I have only happened to see a fragrance of fortune in my life...”

A bloody water, coughed out of the Mouth of the Corpse King.

He looked horribly at Fang Zheng, dyed his body, lost his limbs, unable to lie in the ruins and coughed up blood.

“Fake! It must be fake! You're not lucky! ”

“Who the hell are you? ”

“You can kill me... you can't be a nobody! ”

The king of corpses is talking, clicking!

He bit down a piece of his tongue, and this time instead of flashing to his neck, he flashed to his tongue, his mouth sprayed with blood, and his mouth filled with spilled blood.

Looking at the dead king who bit himself in the tongue, even looking at him feels painful... this lucky scent really loves revenge.

“Noise! ”

“Remember, the man who killed you today is the night traveler, the first! ”

Pfft!

Fang Zheng stirred the king's mouth, penetrated out the back and nailed him to the ground.

During this time, the accumulated solar fire was cultivated and instantly transformed into a golden flame, spilling a flourishing, vast atmosphere of pure yang hegemony.

At this moment, the golden flame of the long knife in his hand burned violently, killing the corpse king's rectangle. In the reflection of the golden flame, Jin Hui was plated, even dazzling, like a young god of war.

The corpse king struggled and twisted his body painfully. He lost his limbs and could only twist in vain on the ground.

“You're strong... but eventually you'll die! ”

“What happens to me is what happens to you..." ”

Intermittent ambiguous sound, coming from the belly language of the corpse king, over time, the scorching odor in the air becomes more intense, gradually, the sound becomes lower...

SPECIAL SOUL QUALITY +1 from both Corpse Kings.

The way of the Birthday and Death Wars, the eyes are still bright and glorious, Pfft!

He pulled out the ghost knife.

There was only one open mouth on the ground, two eyes of resentment staring straight at each other, and there was no dry corpse with good skin all over it.

“Whoo, whoo...”

It was not until this moment that the guard was lowered, and people gasped tirelessly.

But at this point, the mutation bursts!

The surrounding field of vision darkened, as if darkness had come, and no light could be seen. Damn, it was the commuter who went and returned!

Mantis hunting cicadas, yellow birds behind! I can't believe this is the time for an operator!