There is no dispute, and there can be no dispute. In this terrible despair, starting another dispute between them is no different from seeking death.
They have already walked through the dead end. If there is an extremely difficult road for them to walk through now, everyone must work together.
"I must remind you that there is no 100% safety in the ghost incident. We may succeed in one fell swoop and suppress the terror of this barren mountain in disguise. It is even more likely that we will encounter a certain ghost that we cannot fight against in the process. Completely Go to a dead end." Shen Lin said silently, the cold voice and the sound of the surrounding heads and vines rubbing against the trees made the atmosphere here extremely terrifying.
No one spoke, they didn't even dare to take a breath.
Except for Dai Heming, everyone here has experienced the incident. They know the weirdness and horror of the ghost incident.
There is never 100% safety, and dangers and opportunities are common phenomena in events. They must use their arrancar to fight the ghosts and fight for their lives.
Can an incident that is completely resolved be called a terrorist incident? That's called a horror game or horror tour.
The plan was set, and the terror around them had reached a certain limit, as if it would swallow them up in the next second.
There must be a chance of survival, and it is very high.
But the danger is also there. Implementing this plan requires not only planning, but also courage.
Not everyone rushes to the barren mountains surrounded by ghosts, leading countless evil ghosts forward.
Hold your breath and concentrate.
When the surroundings were so lonely that only the terrifying footsteps and the rubbing vines of human heads were left, a gray-black candlelight lit up in the thick fog.
The barren mountain that was originally immersed in darkness seemed to be covered with a mysterious veil at that moment, and the surrounding fog was mixed with bursts of cold breath, like the roar from hell.
It was obvious that at the moment the white ghost candle was lit, more than one ghost was affected, and it directly affected everything around it.
This was a very bad start. The biting wind made the fear that had been barely suppressed in several people rebound directly. Zhou Bin even froze in place and did not dare to move.
A rotten human head rested on Shen Lin's shoulder. The rotten smell and cold breath made him tremble. The distance was so close, he could even feel drops of thick water staining his clothes, an invisible force The strange power was rapidly spreading throughout his body.
coming! Fierce ghost!
Much faster than expected.
At the moment when the white ghost candle was lit, the barren mountain that was still moving completely became completely silent at that moment.
Quiet, so quiet, it's like a mountain has completely lost its life. That kind of silent terror reflects the panic in people's hearts to the greatest extent.
The black and gray candle flames danced, like a black light that enveloped Shen Lin, and an indescribable feeling appeared in his heart.
The restless ghost image on his chest suddenly stopped at that moment, as if he sensed something, and the ghost's instinct made him spontaneously alert.
They couldn't wait any longer. If they allowed this white ghost candle to burn like this, the terror brewing would definitely be much greater than they had imagined before.
"Zhou Bin!"
His right hand, mixed with red light, came up and directly confronted the head on his shoulder. Taking advantage of the gap, Shen Lin dived forward and yelled at Zhou Bin at the same time!
One second.
The footsteps around me resumed, and the rhythm of the originally slow footsteps suddenly accelerated. The sound was very deep, as if there was a drum beating in this barren mountain. The footsteps were getting louder and louder from far to near, like a war drum. It makes people breathless.
Two seconds.
Xu Fang trembled all over. He reflexively looked in a certain direction. It was a jungle covered by human heads and vines. He couldn't see anything at all, but the suppression from the ghost made him stare at that place unconsciously, as if there was something there. Stuff is coming.
Three seconds.
The human head vines wrapped around the jungle trees once moved. The vine heads wrapped in blood all opened their eyes and looked from all directions. The silent atmosphere completely detonated the terror.
At that moment, the ghost candle reached Zhou Bin's hands smoothly, and the drunkard's ability turned on like an instinct. Zhou Bin spit out a mouthful of dirty liquid, smelling the fishy smell and weird color, which looked very much like corpse liquid.
The gray-yellow tongue licked the corner of his mouth reluctantly, and then his eyes narrowed beautifully, as if the taste made him intoxicated.
The moment the candle touched Zhou Bin, Shen Lin's figure retreated until he walked out of the area illuminated by the ghost candle.
The flesh-and-blood head on the shoulder disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the clothes stained by the sticky corpse liquid as a warning to Shen Lin about what had happened before.
Obviously, because of the handover of Guizhu, the surrounding ghosts have diverted their attention. They are more interested in Guizhu or its holder than attacking Shen Lin.
And because Zhou Bin's ability as a drunkard was extremely good at hiding, Zhou Bin himself was collectively ignored by the surrounding ghosts.
Everything now is like a white ghost candle blooming with gray-black candlelight, standing proudly in the air, attracting the attention of many ghosts.
"Did it work?"
Looking around, he didn't find much noise. Even the ghost that had just made a noise had regained its comfort and lost its attack target. Was it because of the attraction of the ghost candle that it was in this state now?
Looking at each other with several others, everyone saw what was in their minds.
This is an external balance that is very fragile. As long as there is a problem with Zhou Bin himself or there is a problem with Guizhu, they will be devoured by the evil ghosts attracted to them in an instant.
None of them made a sound to disturb Zhou Bin. This was the most dangerous one among them, almost risking his life.
No one can guarantee how powerful the drunkard is and whether he can disappear under the eyes of all ghosts.
You can never go too far wrong.
In the suffocating atmosphere, Zhou Bin moved!
His expression was a little painful. The drunkard's ability was to make the evil ghost ignore his existence, but that didn't mean he could ignore the impact of the evil ghost.
At the center of the white ghost candle's focus, Zhou Bin could feel waves of biting coldness eroding his body along his hand holding the ghost candle.
Not daring to move too much, and even deliberately slowing down his walking speed, Zhou Bin just put the lit ghost candle on his chest, as if he was holding a tablet of the deceased reverently.
If your eyes are sharp enough, you can clearly see the changes in Zhou Bin's skin covered by his clothes.
The originally healthy flesh-colored skin developed incomprehensible lesions at an extremely slow speed, just like a piece of meat that had been left for a long time. It began to slowly rot, stiffen, and solidify into spots of corpse.
Although he was not afraid of resuscitation with clever methods, the influence of Li Gui was still there. After using Li Gui for such a long time for the first time, Zhou Bin's body finally underwent strange and irreversible changes.
He is dying!
The influence of humans and ghosts is two-way. While humans control ghosts, ghosts also influence humans.
The psychological deformity of many ghost masters is not only due to the horrific experiences and the oppression brought by the evil spirits, but also the impact of the evil ghosts on themselves.
Yang Jian lost his humanity and became neither human nor ghost.
Shen Lin is mentally abnormal and can act like a madman in extreme circumstances.
Zhao Kaiming's obsession is too strong and his psychological abnormality is terrifying.
The same goes for Zhou Bin. The difference is that the terror of drunkards is extremely low. The impact it causes is superficial and the most direct physical impact.
A foggy jungle.
Zhou Bin's steady and rhythmic footsteps became the only sound in this barren mountain.
In the thick fog behind it, ghosts whose faces were unclear were looming, and the thick rancid smell combined with the increasingly cold air around them made the jungle look like a nine-nether hell.
The ghost behind him was so close. Looking at each other through the thick fog, one could even see that one was almost close to Zhou Bin's body. He was very close to the ghost.
There was not much panic in Zhou Bin's steps. If he was so nervous that he was shaking when he took the ghost candle at first, then at this time, he was almost numb with fear.
You can't retreat, you don't dare to retreat, there is no difference between retreating now and death.
The body has been completely covered by the cold breath. Now the skin all over Zhou Bin's body has completely turned pale white. The corpse spots on the neck are very small, but if you look closely, you can still see them. His face has a cold expression and his skin has begun to stiffen. He couldn't make too many expressions, and his numb and dull eyes reflected the horrific scenes around him.
It's like a numb person wandering around in hell.
Such a scene is enough to become everyone's nightmare.
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