Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

On the other side of the iron gate, a series of muffled noises could be heard. There was the cracking sound of a massive blunt object smashing through the floor, the sizzling of blood or marrow splattering from the body, the whistle of a sharp object like a whip piercing through the air, and a motley of screams. Among them was a sharp, hoarse old woman who was shrill and screaming to kill him, killing him, and it was Berthasa.

I couldn't help but look behind myself, the shoe shop was still the same, there was no sound, the serpentine witch who was chasing after me, I don't know if she had gone a fork in the road, or if she was busy with other things halfway, in short, she didn't chase my ass again, but ran into the corridor behind the rotten door! I don't know what happened in the few minutes I left, why Luna hid under the machine in the dark and dilapidated house, why Krys locked the door upside down, now that all the trolls are gathered, she will soon die on the spot, in the most tragic way!

"Are you not mad?" said the widow when she heard Krys's hoarse scream, "and the sheep are bad, but they are only a plague of scabies, and you have brought the beast of the flood." Bo Shasha is useless in reality, but in the dream world, he swept everything, unstoppable! Others are afraid of encountering it on the way, you are good, take the initiative to provoke it, it is really unbelievable!".

"I thought," I was so anxious that I put Luna on my back, pointed to the iron gate and yelled, "It's too late to say more, you quickly break the door with a flying sickle, I'll go down to get people, and if I continue to delay, Krys will break!"

"The handle is on the other end! And it's locked with a latch! Where do you want me to push?" she pushed me away angrily, and shouted, "She's your man, and you're the fault yourself, if something really happens, don't rely on me for anything then! If I had done it earlier, I'd have waited for you to come and command!"

I was dumbfounded, and was about to argue, when suddenly a noise began to rush forward, and the iron plate of the rotten door was deformed by a strange force, covered with palm prints, this may be Krys, who broke free from the siege and fled, desperate to break down the door!

"It's really not a loss to my old man, who was split half of his body, so that the three old demons could still run up the stairs after being besieged. When I heard the news, I couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly threw myself on the door, shouting at the other end: "Baby, quickly pull out the latch, I can't do anything with this head!"

However, there was no word on the other side of the door, but instead there was a crisp sound, which seemed to be a crack in the corner of the glass, and then more noises came one after another, and the sharp stabbing sound cut through the sky, and the ears were filled with the sound of small shattering and dissolving at all angles.

"With this posture, did you break the square mirror of the heart?" I muttered to myself, with my eyes wide open and frightened, as I pressed my ear to the door panel.

I only heard the loud time announcement from the bell in the distance, smashing through the window-like black curtain in front of me, turning it into countless sharp knives. This unimaginable shock wave sent me and the widow flying, and as various spots of light swept through the field of vision, people were dizzy, and when they settled down, they only felt the heat around them, and it was difficult to breathe. When he opened his eyes again, he saw shadows all around, and he realized that he had returned to the whirlpool, lying in front of a pool of charred ashes that were still smoking.

"What's going on? Did the Bossa kill the goats, or did they burn the corpses of the mountain hunters?" I couldn't distinguish between these heresies, the basic theoretical concepts that formed or dismantled, and I had to turn my attention to the widow. Unfortunately, Luna collapsed to the ground like mud, and she hadn't woken up from her fainting, only intermittent spasms, proving that she was still alive.

In the distance, the lava river had regained its charcoal red, and more than twenty black shadows roamed among them, and Jossac's bald head was illuminated by the dark light, like a guidepost. When the soul sickle and the others saw me waking up slowly, they were all overjoyed, and they hurriedly took the eagle from their pockets and blew it close to their lips. Soon, a series of strange sounds like farts filled the four valleys, followed by the sound of a flute in the distance, and the rabbit who stayed outside had responded.

"Why did you delay so long?" he angrily stepped forward and kicked me, shouting, "Miss Cosita?".

"Krys?" I scrambled to my feet, searching, and shouted with my cheeks puffed out, "where are you? "

It's a pity that the only thing that can answer me is the sound of the wind echoing in the deep valley and the noise of the crowd below. Krys is like a sign of disappearance, and like an elegy, disappearing at the end of this endless darkness, as if it never existed!

Luna beside her gradually regained her senses after being fed a few mouthfuls of summer sleep, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she described her fate to the soul sickle, and spat out the words that she had not been able to explain at first. Shortly after I was barricaded to the other side of the iron gate, she and Krys helped each other down the stairs, and a broken Ligia thought she couldn't take them, so she turned into obsidian, blocking the only way out. The two of them slashed with all their might, but they couldn't find a flaw in their eagerness, so they had to return to the same place. And who would have thought that the iron door had been pushed open, and there were cotton wool-like dirt floating in the air, the number was too large to count, and the black-robed old demon had already entered the corridor and was hiding in the dark to attack them. was already a lack of skills after being attacked, but there was an even more powerful demonic wind through the corridor, and the widow only said that it was Ingram's attack, and before she could see the other party clearly, she was pushed into the dark room by Krys.

"Take good care of Besson for me. These were the last words Krys left behind, and before he could finish it, he locked the rotten door behind him.

"I don't have Miss Lukugu's demon eyes, so I can't tell you all about what happened next. In short, the situation of the chick is nine deaths, and most of them are folded. The hostess glanced at me hatefully, swallowed her anger back into her stomach, and did not continue.

"I'm not as pessimistic as you, since you two will be pushed out, it means that the female ghost has been killed. Otherwise, you two will still be in a delusion, suffering from the fact that you will not be able to get to the bottom of it. After hearing this, Ebizio breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand and pulled me up, and said, "Other things, I will take care of them slowly for a while, and now the top priority is to get out immediately!"

"Are you just going back to the Black Maple Tunnel? you're leaving Krys here?" I broke away from his hand and staggered into the depths of the darkness, shouting, "She's been coerced by you into all this, just like the prisoners were in front of the Asura Pine in the shadows! Don't forget this! How do you want me to explain to Lin Rui? Seeing is believing whether you live or die!".

"Whew, what are you running blindly!" the boxing king took three steps and made two steps, ran forward and twisted my arm and stepped back, and shouted angrily, "Who the said to leave her alone? When we were in the Lukugu Yin Mansion, how could you ever pull down anyone? We fought for most of the night, and we were already exhausted and needed to rest. And ammunition and equipment also need to be replenished one by one. "

A bald head standing far away by the magma river shouted in our direction that the Dream Catcher's flute had been found, at the end of the fang-barbed volcanic rock. The Soul Scythe ordered Jossack to screw me in, causing everyone to hold hands in a straight line, and began to slowly slide towards the hot area of lava splashes. The widow was afraid that the boxer would not know the severity of his hands and feet, so she took his place and took my arm, and began to persuade along the way, saying that Krys was dead or alive, and that it was still impossible to be arbitrary, and although the situation was very bad, he had a clue about it. The little old man of the Children of the World is on his way, and he can ask him for details about the Nightmare King, Bershasha.

"Don't worry, since we lost her, we have the responsibility to bring her back. Even if they are duplicitous, I will follow you back to the vortex and take a dangerous journey. She smiled at me and said, "Also, I'm the one who leads the lamp, not you." "

Listening to Luna's chatter, and surrounded by strong men pushing and shoving, I had to follow the flow of people. The carefully prepared night break into the Stone Gorge of Kongdia, due to various accidents, got such a fucking result, which made the children of the world very unhappy. The boxing king walked quickly up to Ebizio and asked him when he would arrange for his men to break into the vortex again, and they bumped into each other and injured many of their siblings, but the benefits were all given to the Brotherhood, and it was difficult for him to explain to Bolton as the chief officer. The soul sickle has been bargained, and he has a happy tone, saying that the auspicious time has passed tonight, and even if he starts all over again, he will have to wait until tomorrow night.

"Tomorrow night? Are they going to say it late?" I broke out in a cold sweat when I heard the news, grabbed the hostess's hand, and shouted, "If you really have to wait another 24 hours, even if Krys has three heads and six arms, I'm afraid by then I will be dead!"

"Hey, let's do it first, after all, the soul sickle is now in charge of the overall situation. Everything will wait for the arrival of our wise man, he is more anxious than you, after all, it is us who contributed money and efforts, but in the end we made a dowry for others. "The widow was a person who had no opinions, and she had only taken a few steps by my arm, when she suddenly stood still, her eyes wide open, and she looked me up and down hesitantly.

"What are you thinking of?" I was so blushing at her that I couldn't help but stop and ask, "What's wrong?"

"Can't you hear?" she let go of her hand and ran towards the end of the crowd, shouting as she went, telling them to speed up. I plucked out my ears and was about to hold my breath to listen, but I saw the two children of the world at the end soaring into the air for no reason, as if they were bombarded by an invisible strange wind! Soon, more people fell to the ground, and the fear of the unknown was like a contagion, quickly devouring reason, and everyone no longer held hands in an orderly manner, and began to rush wildly.

In the blink of an eye, the strange wind killed in front of me, it was a madman's miserable cry, roaring from the other side of the volcanic tidal flat, its speed was as fierce as a locomotive with full horsepower, the momentum was overwhelming! I saw that I couldn't avoid it, and hurriedly kicked my knee socket with my foot, and the whole person fell to the side and barely dodged, and the bald head walking in front of me was not so lucky, he was blown out by this wave of air eight feet away, and the stab-proof suit left a circular burn, because of wearing it, he would not have been seriously injured, otherwise he would have died of a broken stomach!

"What's going on? Hasn't Lycia been killed yet? How is this possible?" the widow blindly stirred up the four scythes to buy time for the wounded, and shouted at the crowd, "Run, let Jossac come to help, you get out of here quickly!"

The boxer had already sensed that something was wrong with the team, and he flew back like a whirlwind, grabbed me by the collar like a towel blanket, threw it high among the rocks of the volcanic tidal flats, and then pounced on the strange wind. I immediately grabbed someone else's broken bag next to me and picked it up, intending to come forward to help, only to hear a series of shouts and curses, the reckless man had rolled to the ground with a cloud of black smoke and dust, his arms were bursting with tendons and flesh, and he was twisting a pan-like strange head, constantly smashing into the hard granite around him.

"Don't fight it! The vortex is the home of the old demon!" Before the widow's words were finished, the arms of the boxing king's imprisoned sheep had been broken free, and this powerful and strange force made the reckless man's mouth crack, and the blood mouth flew up along his forearm, tearing his steel-cast flesh and flesh, and his arms became colorful. The old demon who looked like a tiger and Luna looked at each other, which made an enemy blush. The widow stood firm, carried the scythe, and shouted with angry eyes: "Let the horses come!

"Fence up! Follow the tactics of stepping on the bones in the sea of corpses, gather and encircle and annihilate!" The soul sickle and the kind rams are rushing over, commanding the staggering strong man to throw all the utensils on his body out, and then shake the field first.

However, the distant water could not save the near fire, and the old demon did not wait for everyone to come forward, so he slammed into the hostess with a fierce force! Seeing that the matter was urgent, Luna hurriedly danced the blade of the knife in a tiger's wind, as if she had turned on four high-speed rotating fans, and could not splash the water at all! If she was a normal person, or a filthy ghost and a half-demon, it would never be possible to meet the hard stubble, but the sheep relied on her invincibility, knowing that she would incite her face, and she would prefer to face the mountain. Only a few dull sounds were heard, and the old demon broke through the lock formation, broke the flying sickle into countless broken chains, and crashed headlong into Luna! How could the widow withstand this kind of intense rush, and the whole person flew up in the air like a leaf, accompanied by blood flowers rolling out eight feet away, and her eyes rolled out and passed out! There was a bloodstained round mark on her stomach, but it was very bizarre that she did not break her stomach!

The strange wind that knocked down the opponent burned not far away, and it scurried like a headless fly, knocking over many strong men who tried to surround it along the way, and when the embers dispersed, it finally revealed its original form! This thing was not Lygia, but the black robe of unknown origin!

"What a strange thing, what the hell is this?" The first time he bumped into it, it couldn't help but make the soul sickle gasp, he hurriedly hit a wolf bite, and the people below followed suit, blowing up and down like a flea. Taking advantage of the fact that the black-robed female ghost had no time to look at each other for a while, he and I dragged the widow back, and when I went to see it again, the widow had five packets of black iron filings hidden in her torn leather jacket, and it was they who protected her abdomen and lit the sky lantern on the sheep. The soul sickle grabbed me by the collar and cried out, "Who is this? Have you seen it?".

"Of course you do! Now you can understand how miserable we are. "I didn't expect that the sheep that returned to the vortex could be so powerful, and compared to it, Lycia was weak. Seeing that this thing approached by dodging, I pushed Eusesio away and began to run wildly, but the black robe was unwilling to give up, so he chased after me in an extremely distorted posture, intending to kill me to vent his personal grudges!

"Since I can ravage you several times in the Nightmare, it's okay in reality, so you can chase after it!" Although I hated and scolded in my mouth, I had no idea what to do with it, so I had to keep throwing the pepper bubbles back, and distance myself from it by dazzling highlights, so as to give myself room to think. If this thing is an entity, it is not difficult to deal with, but according to the fierce battle of Shicai, it is obvious that it is a virtual body that comes and goes like a shadow like the wind, how to deal with such a thing?

A whistle sounded next to my ears, and two blood-red bands of light flashed in the afterglow, flying eight or nine meters into the air close to my head. The strange wind whistling behind me also noticed them, and my pace began to slow down slightly, and I was able to circle into the rocky col. When I looked at it again, it was two blood grapes that had been driven out, and when the Qiussac in the distance saw them arrive at the location, he hurriedly tore off the red thread between his fingers, and the shrike bird flew straight down like a meteor catching the moon, instantly crashing through the chest of the black robe, and at the same time turned into a rain of blood, and his body was shattered!

Even if she is as strong as the original ghoul queen, she has to stop after so many counterattacks, and although the sheep is powerful, she has already suffered heavy losses. It could no longer form a strange wind, and knelt down on one knee with its chest in its arms. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Soul Scythe regrouped and hurried in my direction, intending to ask me to cross the Eagle Eagle and re-play the location of the exit to find the giant amber.

The old demon fought with us several times, and gradually got used to it, and it quickly realized that the real purpose of the group of uninvited guests in front of it was to escape from the vortex rather than annihilate it, and a subtle treacherous smile hooked the corners of its mouth!

"Come on, the last blow, I'll keep you coming back!" I held my head high, my fingers clasping the strands of steel wire hanging from my waist. Taking advantage of the gap between talents, I secretly hid all the pepper bubbles in other people's bags into stab-proof suits, and set up a lighter, only to wait for the sheep to hit the wall of the bottle with all their strength, and at the moment when the compressed gas dispersed, I pulled out the fire and ignited it. Doing so was a great way to recreate the story of the Downton printing shop at the cost of being highly burned or burned to death as a piece of char.

In the past, Lin Rui and I used to watch the event on TV, and whenever we saw the heavyweight champion striding into the ring, we would feel full of strength and think it would be wonderful to fight to the death. However, this illusion was not completely disillusioned until it was killed by the Howling Spirit. People are caught in a non-stop struggle, and at first they feel passionate, but as the pressure increases, they are gradually deprived of the ability to think, and their bodies react mechanically. Eventually, a feeling of utter disgust will rise in my chest, and I wonder if the bell will ring soon.