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The night is blurred and the fields are quiet.

A gust of breeze blew the stench in the distant ghost swamp, reminding everyone of the horror of this world all the time.

Occasionally, you can hear the screams of ghosts.

This is not a joke. This kind of little wild monster that was originally in the game was only the bottom layer and has no sense of existence, but at this moment, it is the existence that makes the scalp numb.

After all, they are not powerful existence with hero templates in the game, they are just a group of small soldiers.

No campfire was lit, because in this world of danger lurks on every side it was an act of courting death.

Everyone was quiet, sleeping while sleeping, and on guard. No one took turns to watch the night because it didn't make sense.

Under this dark night, the presence or absence of a night watch is of little use, and no one dared to sleep anymore.

Mu Shaoan didn’t sleep either. He just leaned halfway on a rock, closed his eyes, but in his hand he used a short sword to cut a wooden spear at a moderate pace. When the ridge is steep, cut down a pine tree that grows in the crevices of the cliff.

It's only one meter and fifty meters in length, and the thickness of the wrist is very ugly.

Other people on the team ignored this, saying that this kind of trivial matter is really nothing at worst. Maybe some people despise it in their hearts. What is the use of a wooden spear? Can it penetrate the leather armor or iron armor of a virus soldier? It's a joke.

But for Mu Shaoan himself, this wooden spear embryo is of great significance. He does not have to get a wooden spear that can be used for throwing. He cares more about this kind of personal The process of cutting the wooden spear will not be understood by others, nor will they enjoy this peaceful feeling.

Under this dark night, Mu Shaoan doesn't even need to look at it, but the strength and angle of the dagger in his hand will be exactly the same.

Not even the slightest sound of this cutting was made.

The reason is not that the dagger is sharp, nor that the pine wood is too soft. In fact, any pine tree that can grow on a cliff can be called a hero among trees.

The reason why this can be done is because of Mu Shaoan's subtle control.

at a moderate pace, silent, like a long breath, steady, powerful, and precise.

Pieces of sawdust fell silently like snowflakes, and the shape and center of gravity of the wooden spear embryo were clearly projected in Mu Shaoan's heart.

He knows how to make the knife, and he also knows the final appearance of the wooden spear embryo. Even unconsciously, he feels that this unformed wooden spear has established a certain connection with him. Said, I can't say, I can only understand.

This process is really amazing, very mysterious, but as it should be by rights.

The night passed quickly. Nothing unexpected happened on this gloomy and terrifying night, but everyone's complexion was not very good, and it looked a bit similar to the gloomy sky.

This is normal, no matter who it is, it will be the case if you haven't slept all night, although in fact, with the attributes of everyone, even if you don't sleep for three days and three nights, it will not affect too much battle strength.

Mu Shaoan is probably the only exception. It is full of red light, in great spirits.

He has been cutting wooden spears all night, almost without stopping, so although his cutting speed is not fast, the sawdust is not big, but he still cut this one at dawn The wooden spear is cut out.

A very beautiful wooden spear, straight, smooth, and stable, but not too sharp. At the tip of the wooden spear, I don’t know what Mu Shaoan thinks, but there is a blunt tip.

From the outside, there is almost no trace of cutting, as if it was machined.

But this is by no means the kind of sleek wooden stick formed by the assembly line. If you look carefully, you can feel that the wooden spear seems to have a bit of spirituality, as if it came alive.

Of course, this kind of feeling can only be experienced by Mu Shaoan, and other people are not even interested in taking a closer look.

So they won't know, just by cutting a wooden spear last night, Mu Shaoan's basic throwing skills have increased from 90 to 92.

This is a miracle.

"Damn, I could see some sunshine yesterday, but today is a heavy fog, everyone listen, we must rush through the ghost swamp before 12 noon today, if in the process Someone is left behind, others don’t care, the only thing you need to do is to rush over!"

Head Sharp’s tone was a little anxious, and after eating some food, they didn’t have any trouble. He rushed forward in a stagnant manner, today this is destined to be a day full of killing and despair.

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There is no road at all, there are just mud-like swamps and foul-smelling mutant water plants.

These black water plants are like the hair of water ghosts. If they grow randomly, they will accidentally trip.

I don't know when the sky became gloomy, it looked a bit like a dead man's face, and it was the kind of face that was soaked in water for days and nights but still stunned.

all around I can’t see a living creature, nor the sound of the wind, but occasionally I can hear a sharp snickering sound, but this is not an illusion, it is the start of a gluttonous feast cheered by ghosts and spirits .

The delicious meals at the banquet are people like them.

Mu Shaoan is still at the end, but Thieves Silvin ran to the center of the team. Everyone rose up to make themselves run faster, the ghost swamp, just the name People were terrified.

But maybe because it is in the daytime, their team has not encountered any attacks so far.

And Mu Shaoan also believes that since Captain Sharp chose this route, it must be because they have walked through the ghost swamp before, so they can be confident that the ghosts will not be during the day. Attack them.

But I am afraid that the danger does not only come from this. Commander Sharp’s combat experience is undoubtedly very rich. Although there is no clue, he should be able to feel the crisis of blood-reeking qi assaults the senses. .

In fact, Mu Shaoan is also quite disturbed, not simply because of the atmosphere of the ghost swamp environment, it seems that a certain kind of crisis is lurking in the unknown.

This feels bad.

At about eleven o'clock in the morning, the ash-gray fog in the sky finally dissipated a lot, and the silhouette of the sun could even be vaguely seen from the pale gray clouds.

This undoubtedly boosted everyone's morale, although in fact they did not feel the warmth from the sun.

The undulating outline of the mountains also began to appear in the front, and they could finally walk out of the ghost swamp without any risk.

But at the moment when everyone relaxes, Mu Shaoan's heart flashes a shadow for no reason. He looks back suddenly, but sees nothing, everything is as usual.

But next moment, a cold, gloomy breath suddenly appeared behind him, Mu Shaoan was shocked, but at this time he didn't look back, but rushed into the mud in front of him.

Almost at the same time, he heard the sound of freezing ice, and passed over his head. For an instant, he felt that the blood in his body was frozen, and even his thoughts were frozen. The ice was frozen, and he had only time to see a whirlwind of icy thorns whizzing forward, and the movements of the seven or eight procedural soldiers in front of him were directly stopped and frozen by the whole person.

Then at the next moment, only one oh la la sound was heard. They were frozen into ice cubes and they broke apart, one strike certain kill.

This is-magic?

"It's the D-Rank virus sorcerer, run away!"

Someone was shouting in front, and no one turned to fight.

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