Endless Debt.

Chapter 661 The Sword of Hanging Skull
The rapid panting sound echoed in the narrow mine, the voices overlapped repeatedly, and once again passed back to the man's ears, roaring like thunder.

The man ran with all his strength as if he was tireless, even if the sharp-edged crystal mines cut bloodstains on his skin, he did not stop.

Compared to being caught by that monster, the physical pain can be easily endured.

"sorry Sorry……"

The man shed tears in fear, and said to himself while crying, "I'm sorry everyone."

For his own chance of survival, he locked the gate under the mine and left the others there to face the monster. The man knew that they were doomed, but their death would undoubtedly buy him time.

The cold air flowed in from the mine, and the ground began to become slippery and covered with solid ice. The man staggered and almost fell, but after seeing the light at the entrance of the cave, he burst out with tenacious vitality.

Survival, this is the instinct of all creatures, even demons who have lost their souls.

He used both hands and feet to grab the sharp ore, his hands became bloody, and he crawled upwards in a state of embarrassment, at the same time there was a mournful howl behind him.

The man didn't dare to turn his head back, he could imagine the scene, under the brutal attack of the monster, people's bodies were torn apart and blood flowed all over the place.

"Oh, he's back, hurry up," the voice urged, "I've made an appointment with Seri to play board games at night."

A voice sounded in the darkness, and he was amazed at this crystal mine, "And there are so many types of ores, how strange."

Perhaps their bodies lay beneath the thick sea of ​​mist.

"Because... because you killed them all," the man said in awe, "you killed them all, Lord Evil Spirit."

Such words flashed through the man's mind. Of course, he couldn't just say it directly, but he couldn't think of any answer for him to say.

Another voice sighed, "I thought you could last longer in the psychological shadow of that game."

"what!"

The man replied tremblingly, because of this weird conversation, the cruel temperament of the evil spirit in his mind was weakened a bit, and the fear dissipated a lot.

"Then besides me, is there another evil spirit?"

The silver-white boa constrictor lifted the man up, and Bologo took advantage of the opportunity to sit on a raised rock beside him.

Burrog sighed. Palmer was right this time. His interrogation was inefficient and made no progress. Maybe he should adopt another plan.

This question made the man a little confused for a while, even Palmer on the side was the same. What kind of stupid question is this.

While the two were talking, the man was entangled by the silver boa constrictor and dragged into the depths of the darkness little by little. He could feel the evil spirit behind him. In a panic, he hugged his head in his hands and curled up on the spot, his body because of the Fear trembled violently.

"Stop howling."

"Why the sharp drop?"

The silver thread stretched all the way into the depths of the mine, and with a slight force at the end, the man dragged towards the depths of the mine like a prey caught by a spider's web.

Palmer screamed strangely, the unlucky ghost in front of him was about to collapse, and at the same time as he collapsed, Palmer also felt a little uncomfortable, and the fearful breath spread by the terrified soul also invaded his sanity, fortunately, he and Burogo After being together for a long time, he has somewhat begun to get used to this thing.Get used to passively.

The figure of the evil spirit was reflected on the crystal mine. At this moment, the mine had become like a maze of mirrors. The man could not determine the exact location of the evil spirit, but he knew that he was constantly approaching him, getting closer and closer.

Another voice answered, "It can be said that the sacred city was built on rich mineral veins, and since its establishment, alchemists are still undergoing large-scale qualitative changes to these minerals, and even become diverse."

When the man saw Burrog stood up, it was obvious from his experience that he was going to die, as is the case with people who have lost their worth, and everyone who lived in the Great Rift knew that.

A few lucky escapees spread the legend of the monster to others in horror, and after a few days, they disappeared completely. Some people speculated that they left the big rift of shelter to avoid the monster, and some people said that anyone who was killed by the monster Those who are targeted, even if they escape, will be caught and killed again.

The screams of collapse resounded, and just before the man was about to escape from the mine, the sound of piercing the sky approached swiftly, and then his ankle hurt, and the cold snake got under his skin and entangled him flesh and blood.

"The mine has been dug for so many years, but it hasn't been dug clean yet."

The man's nerves were like tight strings, and as the evil spirit approached, it became tighter and tighter, until it broke completely at a certain moment.

Besides evil spirits, does anyone hunt and kill demons?It seems that there is no such thing, and even if there is, it is not something unknown people like men can know.

Another stupid question, the man thought.

"Hey, hey, you're going to scare him to death, take it away!"

The man said quickly, "Many... There were many before. These mines are very suitable for hiding, but in the past few months, our number has dropped sharply."

"Well, after the fall of the holy city, the tearing of the big rift directly exposed these veins, and also prompted the birth of these mines... Where do you think the continuous material of the sublimation furnace core comes from?"

What kind of stupid question is this?

The man remembered how those people called this monster, a life-threatening evil spirit, an urban legend hidden under the night of the oath city of Opus.

The lighting equipment illuminated the dark mine cave, and the refraction of the light on the translucent crystal mine made the light a bit stronger, which allowed the man to see his escape route clearly, but then he noticed something in the dim yellow light. Slightly variegated.

"I want to ask you something."

The fear in the man's heart eased a little, his sanity recovered a little, he thought about this almost desperate situation, and then fell into collapse again.

"In other words, are we picking up a loophole?"

Burrog pointed to himself, "Who am I?"

How chaotic the Great Rift used to be, but under the bloody massacre of the evil spirits, the law and order here has improved a lot. Most of the violent and vicious people died, and those restless guys can only force themselves to settle down , struggling to survive in the dark.

"I know a lot, I really know a lot, I know all the demons in this area! What do you all want to ask!"

There was another sharp sound, which pierced the man's body like a sharp knife. He stopped thinking about these things and crawled forward in a panic.

"Wow."

Bologo warned that the silver snake climbed up the man's neck and entangled it in circles. As long as Bologo thought of it, he could completely tear off the man's neck.

"Evil... evil spirit."

Evil spirit.

"It is said that this is the masterpiece of King Solomon. In order to choose a good building point for the sacred city, he spent several years exploring the terrain."

"Look, I'm just saying these people don't know!" Palmer complained. "Dead people can't talk."

Burrog paused, and he asked, "Are there many demons in this area?"

A powerful big hand grabbed the man, and then turned him roughly. Almost at the moment when he saw the true face of the evil spirit, the man let out a shrill scream, and widened his bloodshot eyes , twitching uncontrollably.

A touch of blue color appeared on the surrounding crystal mines, and then these crystal mines all over the cave were like countless mirrors, reflecting each other, as if an ambient light was on, and the strange blue and cyan colors completely covered the mines. In the strange light, countless crystal mines reflected the monsters striding forward.

Bologo stopped the movement of the ether, and the fearful aura emanating from the hideous mask dissipated, but it did not become ordinary because of it, the sticky and greasy feeling of the leather, and the twisted iron wire interspersed with blood are all Telling its own unknown.

The man had heard many rumors about the monster, but the most frightening thing was that few people could escape from the monster alive.

Countless monsters are advancing, with countless pairs of blue, ghost-like eyes.

Burrog went on to ask, "I mean, is there anyone else hunting you demons besides me?"

The evil spirit is like a sword hanging from the head, hanging above everyone's head.

"Yeah, that's the problem," Burlogo said, looking troubled. "I've never been here before."

The man was stunned, "That is to say..."

Burrog frowned and murmured, "In other words, I didn't kill these demons."

(End of this chapter)