Region of origin, outside the white line.
After Chen Yangtian silently sensed Lin An's specific location, he frowned:
"Sir, it seems that Lin An has not escaped again."
"He was in the next area, and he stayed there...even I felt like, why did he stay at the entrance?"
"Could he want to ambush us?"
The mind is impatient.
I don’t know why the silver-haired man stopped for a while and didn’t pursue him. Instead, he carefully left a mark in this area.
Chen Yangtian tried his best to sense the vague aura and pieced together Lin An's action map in his mind.
For some reason, he looked at the white line in front of him and felt a little uneasy.
It was as if the black mist ahead was like the entrance to the abyss, full of unknown fear.
It is not difficult to think that if Lin An did not continue to run away in a hurry, it means that the other party is likely to pull some tricks.
"never mind."
Without explanation, the silver-haired man glanced at Chen Yangtian impatiently and prepared to step into the white line.
"It would be best if he didn't escape. In fact, he can't escape."
"As for the ambush?"
Laughing dumbly, he glanced at Chen Yangtian mockingly, not caring:
"A few minutes is enough for what?"
"Even if the flow of time is different, if it lasts for half an hour, Lin An will not even solve a single incident, let alone ambushing us."
"If nothing else, I have been chasing him along the road until now. Do you think he has solved any area?"
"Even if there is, it is nothing more than attracting something to interfere with us."
Putting aside his sarcasm, the silver-haired man confidently looked at the white mist in front of him:
"This place is different from the outside world. If the things in the outside world were real, I might still be wary of them."
"But here, no matter how weird the existence is, it's just an illusion."
"With one punch, I can break it!"
Confidence comes from strength.
If it weren't for the sake of safety and letting these trash men test out all Lin An's trump cards, he had absolute confidence that if he attacked with all his strength in this area, he, Lin An, would not be able to die anymore.
Now, Lin An had used all his cards and was forced to flee to the next area. In his opinion, it was undoubtedly a fight between trapped beasts.
Always parked at the entrance?
I'm afraid it's not because my strength has been greatly reduced, but it's blocked by something...
You can't escape even if you want to.
Listening to the silver-haired man's explanation, Chen Yangtian hesitated for a moment and did not refute.
indeed so.
Not to mention whether Lin An had the courage to ambush them.
Even if there was, with the silver-haired man's third-level advanced strength, combined with his form and trump card, Lin An would be useless even if he arranged it into a flower.
But, why do I feel so uneasy...
Laughing dumbly.
Chen Yangtian shook his head secretly. Maybe he was shocked by the corpse, or maybe Lin An's performance put too much pressure on him.
After all, the other party is a perfect person, and it is normal to feel pressure when you are not strong enough.
If even he can be easily solved, then there is no need for the big shots behind the door to pay so much attention to each other.
Thinking of this, Chen Yangtian stopped thinking about it.
He glanced behind him out of habit and asked the silver-haired man as if to confirm:
"Sir, shall we go in now?"
"If Lin An can't escape, wouldn't it be better for us to wait for No. 2 to come over?"
No. 2 was the third-level intermediate who was responsible for chasing Zhang Tie outside Laoshan.
Tasks are done by everyone together.
Chen Yangtian asked himself whether he would get a big share of the reward for hunting Lin An.
But that No. 2 is the person he met behind the door. If he waits for him to come in and get a piece of the pie, he can get more...
Even said...
He remained calm and looked at the silver-haired man respectfully, with some caution in his eyes.
He probably guessed a lot of the other party's intentions, which he had rarely taken action before.
One is to let low-level beings like them serve as targets and test Lin An's cards just in case.
Another meaning may be that fewer people will share the rewards...
You can tell by looking at the one who was assigned to the Long'an base. It was obviously meant to go all out to surround and kill Lin An, but under the arrangement of the silver-haired man, it ended up being the two of them chasing him...
This desire to monopolize rewards could not be more obvious.
If he wasn't needed to track Lin An, Chen Yangtian even doubted whether the other party would do something dirty to him and kill Lin An alone?
Chen Yangtian, who came out from behind the door, naturally knew how cruel the world behind the door was.
Competition and fighting among the same race is too normal...
Materials are scarce, spiritual energy is scarce, and the environment is harsh. Each of them is a being who survived the killing. The reward for killing Lin An is enough to make any being crazy.
Faintly smiling but not smiling, the silver-haired man saw Chen Yangtian's thoughts and sneered in his heart.
No wonder this old guy was chosen to play the role of the first batch of survivors. He was not stupid and guessed what he wanted to do.
Why, do you want to wait for No. 2 to come over, lest you kill Lin An and then kill him?
"No need to wait."
"No. 2 solves the problem quickly, so he can come over in time."
"If he is a loser and can't even kill a third-level junior, then he won't be eligible for the reward."
"Don't worry, I'm too lazy to ask for your share."
Coming to a conclusion easily, the silver-haired man directly revealed Chen Yangtian's thoughts.
He told the truth.
In his eyes, killing Lin An was easy, but the difficult part was how to divide the reward.
Now he and Chen Yangtian were the only ones who could take action. He didn't take Chen Yangtian's strength seriously at all.
Just go away a little bit, it doesn't matter.
Licking his lips, the silver-haired man didn't bother to say anything else and rushed directly into the black mist.
Behind him, Chen Yangtian stood there with an ugly expression.
After a brief struggle, he took a deep breath and his eyes flashed.
Not only to prevent Lin An from ambush, but also worried about his own safety, he looked sharply, and with a somewhat painful growl, he drilled the body out of his scalp.
Anyway, he doesn't plan to use this body for much longer. If it's damaged, it will be damaged!
A white snake head covered in pus and blood quickly emerged from the scalp, and then like a parasite, it controlled the body and rushed into the black mist.
The main body appeared, and the aura that was originally just elementary suddenly increased sharply.
....
Temporary weakness, loss of senses.
In his daze, the silver-haired man was thinking about how to distribute the rewards he would get after killing Lin An, while he casually spread his breath and moved his body.
What Chen Yangtian said was not unreasonable, but with his strong strength, he thought that even if Lin An had some arrangements, it would only be a slight obstacle.
When he came back to his senses, the smile on his lips had not dissipated.
Opening his eyes, he stared blankly at himself appearing in the dim room.
In an instant, an extremely cold breath froze him in place.
Looking up, the lizard-like vertical pupils suddenly shrank.
Red White Black.
The scarlet wedding dress is floating.
In the small living room, swaying corpses were hanging silently from the ceiling, swinging.
Under the soaked and white feet, pairs of blood-red embroidered shoes filled the entire field of vision.
Fear superimposed, and an uncontrollable trembling feeling suddenly broke out.
What the fuck it is! ! ?
0.01 seconds later, a strong burning smell suddenly entered the nostrils.
The snake head that followed was stunned and subconsciously inhaled the burning smell.
In his eyes, pairs of embroidered shoes piled together suddenly lit up around them.
The next second, the corpse raised its head, and the tight insteps suddenly lifted up, as if they were stepping on the air.
Pairs of dead white eyes, filled with hatred, all looked at them in an instant.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"
Sixteen shrill screams that pierced the eardrums erupted at the same time, and countless rays of fear were reflected in the mirror covering his body.
The soul is frozen.
The pupils are full of ferocious faces.
Looking at the fierce ghosts flying toward him, the silver-haired man felt as if his scalp was exploding, and a strong desire to die filled his soul.
I! !
Grass! !
