Here Lies The Wicked

The fog layers are overflowing, as if a silver veil had been formed.

These fogs stir from time to time, like being moved by an invisible pair of mysterious hands, like some horrible monster lying behind the fog.

At this point, in the opposite direction, in a dark building, boom!

A dark, scorching corpse was thrown on the ground at will, making a muffled noise.

Heron is the upper body of the corpse king.

Inside a dark building, desolate, desolate stone walls, a black figure is stretched out indefinitely. The owner of the human shadow, wearing a Huang Da Immortal Stone mask on his face, was the connector who stole the corpse of the King of Corpses.

At this moment, the connector, squatting next to the corpse king, his right fingertip seemed to gently cross the palm of his left hand, but he easily lifted his hand and cut the flesh of his palm. A large chunk of red blood flowed from the wound rolled over to both sides.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle...

At this time, the yellow fairy stone mask in the dark, in the dark world, is particularly spectacular and gloomy.

Connectors spell blood.

Beginning around the corpse of the corpse king, draw an ancient spell that twisted like an earthworm. As the connector drew more spells, it was extremely quiet and quiet. In the dark building, the sound of the acquaintance cord slowly sounded.

Listen carefully, as if someone was walking around in the dark.

Take a closer look, it's like a painful howl.

But if you listen carefully, it doesn't sound like it came from one person, there are many people in the dark...

These sounds are mild, like someone is whispering in your ear, but if you listen carefully, you can't hear a thing.

With the passage of time, more and more spells were drawn on the ground by the connectors, and the whispers of the soft-spoken whispers that were known to Soso began to sound louder and louder.

“… bò… 22185; (pó) 20766; (nù) Moyer… xī (chí) Night, Night, Night…"

The murmur is getting louder and louder, it seems that there is an unknown presence in the air, and the scriptures are being read... but there is no one in the air, but the sound of scriptures in the air is still getting louder and louder.

In seclusion, it seems that there are many clear shadows that start walking around in the dark buildings, but these shadows are too faint, and the darkness brings with it a lot of confusion to see whether these shadows are really people...

All you can see is these shadows wandering around like demons, trying to come out and have the world today. But there is an invisible barrier that isolates these shadows, and these shadows can only stare greedy and fierce, wandering, unable to break through that invisible invisible barrier.

It was from these shadows that the sound of footsteps in darkness was first heard.

By this time, the ground, the walls, the remaining stone tables, the stools, the stone columns, had been filled with blood spells by the connectors.

The connector didn't seem to care about the blood draining in his body. He also focused on writing a spell, wearing a face under the Huang Da Immortal Stone mask. No one could see what kind of face it was. No one could see whether the connector was pale because of the excessive amount of blood bleeding. All he could see was that the connector was still using blood as a medium to continue to carve the next spell.

By this time, the blood spells around them had covered the entire confined space, and those faint and illusory shadows had begun to be forced to move ever narrower and narrower.

When the light finally touched a blood spell on the ground, the light disappeared, and then the blood spell, like conscious blood, flowed actively towards the body of the corpse king in the center of the blood spell.

When the two of them touch each other in a moment...

Boo!

An ancient spell of blood was added to the corpse of the corpse, as if it had been branded with red iron on top of the flesh, and the sound of the burning of the flesh... The bloody spell on the branding was the same blood spell that disappeared on the ground!

Next, more and more light shadows began to touch the blood curse on the ground, on the walls, on the stone columns, more and more light shadows disappeared, and then turned into a group of flowing blood, branded on the corpse king.

This bizarre scene in front of us is like a ritual that flows from a very ancient age, or a sacrifice, through an evil nature.

Just as the sacrifice entered its most critical juncture, at last, the last blood spell on the earth was branded on the corpse king, and suddenly, the dome of the building, which was originally confined to space, ripped open a crack without signs.

The crack, like the breakdown of the heavenly path in the blessed ground, is like the door behind the door is the opening of the mysterious door of the great shore divine power, it is a dark world, a battle cloth, a white figure, sitting on the bow, pinching a little dirt man, then throwing it into the waves of the Tao River, these dirt people eventually became a person, disembarked from the bottom of the river, the facial numbness gradually went away.

Whoo!

The building rises in the shadows of the sky.

Time passed... the figure of the dresser finally pinched the dust man, began to shake the oars, the boat relaxed, gradually approaching the crack, to descend.

Connectors are still concentrating on what they're doing, like they don't know anything about the outside world, like they don't see the crack portal on the dome, they don't see the boat behind the door in the dark world.

At this time, the connector, after the last blood curse was branded on the corpse of the corpse king, walked to the corpse king's body, holding the head of the corpse king with both hands staring at resentment, two thumbs, deeply pressed into the corpse king's orbit.

Pfft!

Two eyeballs blew up on the spot.

The next scene was even more bizarre, seeing only the inscriptions branded on the corpse, starting not to enter the corpse king one by one, and then, with the mysterious substance of black fluids, followed by the two orbits of the compressed eyeballs, into the connector's two thumbs.

Black fluids swim fast all the way through the wrists, arms, climb up the neck, mask, and end up all in the two eyeballs behind the connector mask.

I don't know what this connector is up to, but looking at the scene in front of me, it's not hard to guess, connector, it's sucking the Corpse King.

At this time, the two eyes of the connector began to darken gradually… at this time, the boat after the crack was close by, and the shadow of the skirt on the boat stood up.

A Mori white bone bone hand, slowly probed the crack, when the eye was about to catch the connector... at this time, there was no more black fluids flowing out of the corpse king's orbit, and the two eyes of the connector, also completely blackened, left only black eyes without white eyes.

Boom!

The corpse of the King of Corpses was blown to pieces of powder and burned to ashes by an operator.

Deceiver! Deceiver!

And the connectionist's completely darkened eyes, that's when he finally raised his head and looked at the boat after the crack.

And that's when the cracks in the dome disappeared, the boat disappeared, the white skeletons disappeared, everything went back to the real world, and all the winds just now were gone.

The boat, the cupcake shadow, returned to the dark world after the crack.