The invincible innocence of bottle evil

Wu Xie was not interested in which tribe he belonged to, not even interested in knowing who he was, so he immediately asked: "We can't underestimate the wisdom of the ancients, so as a tribe member of Brother Daodou's family , How do we get out of danger in this situation?"

Looking at Wu Xie's back, Duoqi and Mikan felt that their thinking was completely out of line, and they were not on the same level as Wu Xie. I am afraid that it is not an easy matter to open an open space. Who should I trust now?

The man sighed and said: "I'm not bragging, this mere formation is really nothing to the Zhang family, and you can easily catch it with your eyes closed without accident, but it takes a certain amount of time for everything, I'm afraid the torch can't hold on to that It's time. Besides, I think that at this time, there should be a more important thing to decide first."

Wu Xie has already raised his perception to the highest level. He can clearly see the opponent's appearance in the dark. The two fingers that are equal in length are exactly the same as Faqiuzhi. That's right, his appearance is indeed somewhat similar to Pokerfinger. It's similar, but for some reason, his sixth sense clearly tells him that the person in front of him is an enemy.

In fact, the easiest way to break the formation is to step on the corpses on the side. He had thought of this method when he came here before, but no one mentioned this suggestion.

After a few minutes of stalemate, the flame on the torch fluttered a few times and gradually weakened.Wu Xie has completely memorized the surrounding terrain in his mind through perception, and there is no aura of strangers nearby, but it is too simple to hide his popularity in this place where the aura of corpses is so high.

Mikan looked at the torch that was about to go out, and suddenly rushed towards Wu Xie. He snatched the torch from Wu Xie's hand and shouted: "Anyway, it's been burned once, and I'm going to burn it again and again." Eighteen miles of the camp, this time it will be clean once it burns out!"

Wu Xie was shocked, it was too late to stop him, and cursed: "You are a ****, even if you don't burn to death, you will be smoked to death!"

Mikan was also in a hurry, just as she was about to refute, the torch in her hand suddenly flickered twice, and finally couldn't hold on anymore and went out.

As soon as the torch was extinguished, the originally gloomy space suddenly fell into pitch blackness. Wu Xie was frightened into a white sweat, and his perception soared instantly, feeling that the man who had kept a certain distance from them before suddenly moved.

Duoqi only felt a gust of cool wind blowing over his neck. At that time, he let out a strange cry, and ran away. After running for a few steps, he heard clanging, which seemed to be the sound of cold weapons colliding with each other, a muffled bang.

Knowing that her recklessness had caused the current situation, Mikan hurriedly fumbled into the backpack, materialized a strong flashlight, and shone it in the direction where Duoqi was.

With the help of the bright flashlight, Wu Xie found that the burner on it hadn't burned out. I don't know why the flame suddenly went out, but there was no wind in the cave, and suddenly remembered that the open space might be floating on the cliff and they couldn't see it. With the crystal coffin, Wu Xie felt a sense of enlightenment.

Wu Xie bent down and picked up the torch to relight it. When he looked up, he saw Duoqi sitting on a charred corpse with black powder scattered all over the ground.

Wu Xie went up to help him up, and saw that his face was pale. It seemed that the fight just now had brought him a lot of burden. Wu Xie patted him and asked, "Are you all right? Did you see who it was just now?"