Envy

The wild spirit appeared suddenly, and a gust of wind blew out the light of the lantern.A brother carrying a lantern was thrown to the ground, and before he could react, his throat was blocked.The others could only hear an unfinished cry, but no one had time to deal with the wild spirit in front of them.

They don't know how many spirits they have, and they don't have time to take a breath.There was always a sound of crying and laughing in my ears. Those wild spirits absorb the morning dew and moonlight, and also eat human flesh and blood.

Almost everyone is scrambling for the last lantern that is still lit. As long as there is light, these fears can be temporarily escaped.When several people fought, the lantern fell down and rolled a few times on the ground. The light struggled to light up and then went out.Then someone used spiritual power to set up a barrier for themselves, but obviously it couldn't last long.

When exorcising the spirit, Su Chuo let go of Yan Zhaohan.

"Brother!"

"I'm here!" Yan Zhaohan's voice was not far away from him.He temporarily controlled some wild spirits.

Su Chuo used his sword to eliminate spirits, and found his position when he heard the sound, and grabbed his arm: "Senior brother! I want to cast a spell, you first help me block these ghosts!"

Yan Zhaohan listened to his words and wiped out the ghosts pouring in for him.Su Chuo's hand brushed against the blade and soon bled.He used blood as a medium to draw a pattern on the ground.Once the pattern is complete, it emits a faint glow.Many ghosts no longer dare to move forward.When Yan Zhaohan was going to exterminate the spirits, he was in vain, and no wild spirits rushed towards them again.

Most of the other brothers calmed down and cast some spells to resist the ghosts.There are also some people who are in a hurry, exhausted their physical strength, and are swallowed by Yin spirits.

Ye Ling, who approached Su Chuo, turned his head.What they heard was no longer the laughter of the ghosts, but a sharp and mournful cry.This is Yin spirits devouring each other.Worried about not being effective enough, Su Chuo painted it again with blood.

The usefulness of array diagrams is limited.So towards the early morning, it loses its effect.The wild spirits strike again.In his exhaustion and confusion, Yan Zhaohan thought of a summoning technique.He read all the books in Xiqie Palace, and one of them was about summoning.

He didn't have much confidence, after all, he had never tried it.There are very few examples recorded in ancient books, indicating that very few people have succeeded.If unsuccessful, he will be backlashed and thus killed.

The few of them probably won't last until dawn, Yan Zhaohan still plans to give it a try.His sword is from the hands of a master of the sword refining family. He got it by chance when he was young, and his name is "Feng Ye". It is said that there is a sword spirit in his possession.

He drew a pattern, wiped blood on the sword, and chanted a mantra in a low voice.But Feng Yejian never responded.He had no choice but to accept his fate and continue to eliminate the spirit.He was a little dizzy, and when he stood up, his eyes went dark, and he was about to swing the sword, but it didn't listen to him and trembled violently.The dazzling white light scattered from the sword body, driving away many wild spirits.

A streak of white light scattered out like a meteor, occasionally illuminating the faces of the brothers and sisters, and the wails of wild spirits sounded around them, and the wild spirits melted in the dark night.The senior brother didn't realize what was going on, he just felt that the ghosts in front of him seemed to have dispersed.

Su Chuo asked inquiringly, "Brother."

"I summoned the sword spirit."

The others breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that the sword spirit was there, and sat down on the ground.

Yan Zhaohan sat down on the grass, feeling very tired, and his mind was a little fuzzy.A hand touched his face, and the owner of the hand said: "Master?"

He was so tired that he could barely keep his eyes open and just wanted to sleep.Someone hugged him in his arms and said softly, "Sleep. I will protect you."

He didn't know if it was a hallucination, but he felt that the voice was very similar to Meng Tou.Maybe because he was so much like Meng Tou, he really fell asleep like this, sleeping peacefully.

He was woken up by Su Chuo.After waking up, he remembered that he was still in the trial.Before dawn, the few remaining people walked out of the woods with their tired bodies.

Just walked to a spacious place, the senior brother who was worried about whether he could survive the night suddenly laughed, laughing to the point of madness, clutching his stomach, fell to the ground and continued laughing, and then began to cry loudly, his messy Her hair was already full of grass clippings.He got up suddenly, ran forward in a panic, tripped over a stone, accidentally fell down the hillside, and hit his head on a rock.died.

Someone approached to look, was stabbed by another person, and pushed down.The senior brothers suddenly changed their faces and started killing each other.

Su Chuo easily broke the neck of a senior brother, raised his hand and stabbed the sword into the chest of the sneak attacker behind him.

Yan Zheng's long sword was crisp and sharp, passing through and attacking the person's body.He drew his sword and staggered to avoid the blood gushing out from the opponent.

This absurd farce of cannibalism did not last long.

When the last attacker fell, the overly frightened junior staggered into Yan Zhaohan's arms, "Senior brother, I'm so scared."

Yan Zhaohan heard the wind for a moment, and the voice of his junior was also torn apart and drifted away.His hand was on the side of his shoulder, and the other hand stabbed the dagger into his back without hesitation.

Before he fell down, his face was full of disbelief, with tears in his eyes, and what he held in his hand was a sharp knife that he hadn't had time to pierce.

Yan Zheng closed his junior brother's eyes with his hands.From the beginning to the end, the expression on his face was indifferent.

Su Chuo chuckled lightly: "Brother is really cruel."

"Each each other."

In the end, only Yan Zhaohan and Su Chuo were left.They walked together for a day.The weather was sweltering, and their sweat soaked their clothes, but they couldn't get out of the mountain until sunset, so they spent the night in a cave.

It began to rain in the evening, and then intensified.Both Yan Zhaohan and Su Chuo were injured, and they spent too much energy, but they held on to hold their breath.

Yan Zhaohan was worried about wild beasts attacking at night, so he sealed a barrier at the entrance of the cave.He stepped on the gravel on the ground, groped for a smoother stone, and leaned on it, he heard a slight sound, closed his eyes and said softly: "Su Chuo, there is a letter from me to Meng Tou in the drawer of the desk in the room. .If I can't make it through tonight, please post it for me."

The neighing of wild beasts came from the valley, followed by the thrilling thunder.A bolt of lightning flashed outside the cave, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw Su Chuo standing at the entrance of the cave.

Su Chuo said, "Brother's last words, I will definitely remember." He stabbed Yan Zhaohan with the dagger, but it missed, and the tip plunged into the hard soil.

Yan Zhaohan appeared behind him at some point and grabbed his arm: "If you want to stay in the cave with a dead body tonight."