Thriller Paradise Chapter 540: The Magic Island of Tsui (46)
It's getting harder and harder to move your feet, and your shoulders are getting heavier and heavier.
Even the air in the lungs became extremely cold, making people tremble.
The unexplained sense of depression swelled sharply in just a few seconds, leaving people with nowhere to escape.
When Ma Xingkong came to the dead body that day, he was completely surrounded by fear...
He wanted to look back at the situation of his teammates, but found that he could no longer look away... His eyes were firmly attached to the face of the corpse, and his hands froze in place uncontrollably. , Keep the angle of the flashlight tilted upward.
At this moment, deathly silence fell.
Suddenly Tianma Xingkong couldn't even hear his own breathing... He seemed to be standing in a still world, his body was shrouded in darkness, and his mind was occupied by terror.
At this moment, the dead body...stopped shaking.
He slowly raised his head, revealing his face hidden in the shadows.
Two cloudy eyeballs rolled under his eyelids, and the drooping tongue was dripping with saliva.
He grinned wildly, but didn't speak.
After a few seconds, his fingers twitched twice, and then his entire arm shook.
Next... the corpse raised his hands and tried to untie the rope around his neck.
But he can't untie it...because the rope is tight.
"Uh...ah..." There were a few low, vague sounds in his throat, which sounded painful.
After several unsuccessful attempts, he began to pick his neck with his nails...
The sound of skin and flesh under nails is very interesting, it sounds like a "muddy feeling".
Not long. The neck of the "dead" became bloody. But he is still reluctant, and even more frantically, repeatedly and violently...
Splashes of blood are constantly dripping on Tianmaxingkong's face and body.
Finally. A huge drop of blood fell on the glass at the front of the flashlight. So... everything in front of Brother Xiao Ma turned bright red.
Scarlet beams, pitch-black stage, **** performance, trembling audience.
Watching this lively scene up close undoubtedly made Tianmaxingkong's shock value sharply increased, but he couldn't resist...because he had completely lost control of his body, he couldn't even close his eyes.
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"What's wrong with him?" The Honghu who stood in the distance was suspicious. Said in a worried tone.
"Hmm... Did you see any clues?" Tracebu continued.
In their sight, the hanging dead corpse tens of meters away is still floating in the air. Tianma Xingkong was standing two meters in front of the corpse, raising his flashlight in a daze.
"Something's wrong...He has been standing motionless for two minutes." Feng Bujue replied with a solemn expression, "I suspect...He is a medium skill."
"Is it some kind of fixation technique..." Honghu answered, and looked over there, "But after staying in the sky, the'hanging corpse' didn't launch any follow-up attacks..."
"Perhaps...that monster can't move by itself while activating the skill?" Tracebe guessed.
"It makes sense..." Honghu said. "Then we..." He turned to look at Feng Bujue, "Go up and help?"
"Well, I have to go...but it's better not to go there together." Feng Bujue said, "Think about it...in case this is a regional skill that will let everyone who walks into it directly be recruited. , Then we are very likely to be wiped out here."
"Then...there's another one?" Trace Department asked tentatively.
"No, two." Feng Bujue replied. He turned his head to look at Honghu, "I will go over with Trace Department, and you will stay."
Honghu thought for two seconds: "You mean... if the situation is different..."
"...You will directly attack from a distance." Feng Bujue continued Honghu's words, "Use Guangya to hit the corpse hanging in the air."
"If I fight, I still haven't solved the problem..." Honghu said again.
"Then you can act on the occasion..." Feng Bujue said.
"Okay..." Honghu helped his glasses. Replied in a rather helpless tone.
Honghu also understood that Feng Bujue chose to let him stay. It is well thought out. The four words "acting by chance" contain great trust.
"OK, then...the trace department." Brother Jue immediately patted the shoulder of the trace department and made a gesture, "Follow me." Before the words fell, he had already stepped out.
"Hey! Don't you ask for my opinion?" Tracebu lowered his voice and shouted, "I haven't agreed to go with you yet!"
Feng Bujue heard the sound, came to an emergency brake, turned his head and squinted at the other person: "Are you [BEEP——] coming or not?"
In a sense, this sentence of Brother Jue is indeed soliciting opinions...
"Uh...come...come..." Tracebe hesitated for two seconds, then picked up the flashlight to keep up.
"Come and hurry up." Feng Bujue replied, then turned and walked on again.
He has six eyes, listens to all directions, holds a searchlight, and walks swiftly under his feet. In a moment, I was approaching behind the heavenly horses...
In Feng Bujue's eyes, the dead body did not become active, and he did not deliberately use a searchlight to illuminate the body's face.
"Hey, Brother Xiao Ma." Feng Bujue walked one meter behind Tianma Xingkong in only ten seconds, and yelled to the other party softly, "It's me, what's wrong with you?"
Two sentences were spoken, but the other party didn't react at all.
Feng Bujue turned his head immediately and wanted to say something to the trace behind him, but he didn't expect...
"Huh?" Brother Jue turned his head and found that a dark scene turned out to be behind him. Where else is there?
At this time, a chill came quietly...
This is definitely not a psychological effect (Jue Ge is very sure about this), but the real coldness.
"Heh..." Faced with this creepy scene, Feng Bujue actually smiled, "So that's it..." he muttered to himself, "It's such an ability..."
After that, he turned around, raised his hand, and grabbed Tianma Xingkong's shoulder.
The result... His palm just touched Brother Xiao Ma's body. The latter's head fell off and fell to the ground...
"Um..." Feng Bujue looked at the blood-stained head on the ground. He said in a relaxed tone, "It's kind of interesting...Is there any more?"
"You seem to..." The dead corpse hanging from a high place spoke at this moment, "...out of the ordinary."
"Oh? Why do you see it?" Feng Bujue walked around in a leisurely courtyard, bypassing the "Brother Xiao Ma" in front of him, and walked to the road in front of the dead body.
"The fear in your heart..." the other party replied, "It can't be induced..."
"Does this still need you to tell me?" Feng Bujue smiled, "I thought...you wanted to say that I'm'handsome and chic' or something."
"Huh... don't be proud..." the dead corpse snorted coldly. "You are still under my control..."
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Time goes back a little...
Look at the perspective of the trace a minute ago...
He picked up the flashlight and followed Brother Jue.
Without a word all the way, ten seconds of work, the two have approached Tianma Xingkong and the hanging corpse.
"Hey, are you okay." "Feng Bujue" in the front said such a sentence, and he reached out to grab the shoulder of "Little Ma". As a result, the latter's head broke from his neck without warning and fell to the ground.
For a time, a large amount of blood spurted out from the wound of "Heavenly Horse Xingkong", and it seemed like a rain of blood fell around.
Faced with this sudden change, Trace Department was naturally frightened. Suddenly a little at a loss.
And just at this moment, the headless body of the "horse and sky" actually moved...
I saw him suddenly turn around, and the blood-stained flashlight in his hand pointed at "Feng Bujue".
When the scarlet light touched "Feng Bujue"'s body, he roared in pain, his body under the light. It quickly turned into blood...
"Ah--" Upon seeing this, Tracebe yelled out loudly.
As the saying goes. The extreme happiness produces sorrow, the extreme fear produces anger. The trace at the moment obviously belongs to the latter case.
Driven by a sense of fear, he lost his rational thinking and rushed up following his instinct...
At this moment, what is thinking in the mind of Ji Department is: The headless "horse and horse" must no longer be him, he has already killed Feng Bujue, and I can't sit and wait for death!
After making up his mind to attack, Jibu stretched his hand into his suitcase, trying to take out the weapon.
Unexpectedly...
"What's the matter?" Trace's face turned pale, because he suddenly discovered that his bag was empty...
"How is this possible..." Trace Department hurriedly opened the game menu to check, but he was surprised to find that it was not only a suitcase, but even the skill bar was empty...
His heart and pupils were extremely constricted at this moment, he moved his sight, and then went to look at the team column, and he saw a line like this: [No one can save you]
The trace department couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked at the status bar again, but saw... his survival, physical stamina, and spiritual power were all empty, and his level was actually level 1. .
"Hahaha..." There was a burst of laughter.
In an instant, the trace department drew a spirit, retreated two steps, and then raised his head to follow the reputation.
It turned out that the dead corpse hanging in the air was laughing. He smiled so proudly...
A few seconds later, the dead body looked up and said, "Don't worry, you still have a companion..." He paused, and said sullenly, "He is behind you now."
Slap——
Almost at the moment when the word "behind" was exited~IndoMTL.com~A **** hand grabbed the shoulder of Mark Department.
"Don't look back!" Honghu's firm voice sounded, "Listen to me, Trace Department, don't be afraid, these are hallucinations."
This sentence made Trace Department a little calmer, and he nodded: "Then what should I do?"
"Don't panic, take a look at the taskbar first." Honghu continued, "Just follow the contents inside."
"Okay." Trace Department responded calmly, and at the same time, he opened the game menu again and entered the taskbar.
Who knows... In the window of the taskbar, there is a pale color, with a line of scribbled blood written in the middle-[Come and stay with us in the underworld...]
At the same time, the voice of "Honghu" suddenly turned into a mournful wailing: "Have you finished reading...take a snapshot..." (to be continued. If you like this work, You are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommended votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to read.)