Chapter 668 Deaths Come One After Another
Qu Ying is dead.
Lifeless eyes turned towards Wu Xian's face.
Her empty abdomen was still warm, and Wu Xian could even smell a pungent fishy odor, which meant that she had died not long ago.
"Hey……"
Wu Xian sighed softly.
If Qu Ying's character was as strong as when she urged Liu Chen to board the bungee jumping machine, she might still be alive now.
Unfortunately, as soon as she entered the blessed land, her true form was revealed.
She usually relies too much on Liu Chen and hides behind her husband no matter what he does. Even if she survives this time, she will die in the next blessed land.
After a moment's silence, Wu Xian put Qu Ying's body into a body bag.
He originally only regarded the body bag as a disposable prop for transporting the red-light head's corpse, but now it has other meanings.
Being able to help collect the bodies of the deceased and prevent them from being played with and eaten by evil spirits means that Wu Xian has restored a bit of human dignity for his former teammates.
then.
Wu Xian began to explore in the dark.
His torch was lost in the fall, but his kerosene lighter was still there.
Brake, brake...
The flint rubbed against each other, sparks flew out, and a wisp of blue flame suddenly rose up, illuminating the surroundings for Wu Xian.
This is an intricate space with long staircases everywhere. The upward stairs lead to nowhere, and the downward stairs are filled with fishy winds.
The ground was bumpy and uneven, some places didn't even have floors, and bright red flesh was exposed. At the corner of a staircase, two skeletons were hugging each other.
Wu Xian closed the lid of the lighter and walked in one direction in the dark.
He only needs to use the lighter to determine the direction, and he can move forward safely the rest of the way relying on the faint light on his body. This small kerosene lighter is the most reliable light source he has, and he cannot waste it in the process of exploring the way.
At the beginning of the journey, Wu Xian was still very optimistic.
The direction he was heading was a downward staircase. He believed that other teammates would make the same choice and they would eventually meet somewhere.
After walking for a while, Wu Xian suddenly heard a strange noise coming from above. He looked up subconsciously and found something was splashing towards him.
Wow!
Wu Xian used his arms to protect his head, but was still splashed with the liquid. He hurriedly ran away from here, but before he could run a few steps, a plop sound came from the place where he was just now.
The puffing sound made Wu Xian's heart tremble. He had already guessed what it was, but he still lit the lighter to verify it.
In the pool of bright red blood, there lay a man in pieces. Only a torso was left of the man, his limbs had been violently torn off, and his face was full of pain and despair.
The man raised his head with difficulty, looked at Wu Xian and wanted to say something, but then his head fell back into the blood.
He also died.
This person is Liu Chen!
Wu Xian's body was covered in large patches of blood, making the zombie suit look even more hideous, but what was even more hideous was his face!
Murderous intent burst out from him, and rustling sounds were heard in the dark space, as if something was alarmed by the murderous intent.
But under the murderous intent, Wu Xian was actually a little panicked.
Unease gradually spread, and fear sprouted like a seed. He had a bad feeling. Was this blessed land already showing signs of losing control? As they fell from the room, the crazy old man said:
'The evil spirit is his, and no one will give it to him.'
Does this mean that there is actually an evil god hidden in this blessed land, and that for some reason they have deviated from the normal track of the blessed land and entered the realm of that evil god?
If you think about it carefully, Wu Xian didn't faint when he fell because he was prepared and had a stun suit. The others might have been killed by the fall, or eaten by the evil spirits while they were unconscious...
Could it be that Wu Xian is the only living person left in this blessed land?
As soon as this guess came up, Wu Xian's heart trembled. He had participated in so many blessed lands, but this was the first time he encountered such a difficult situation!
Wu Xian moved forward in anxiety and encountered the bodies of Fu Dahai and Han Yu one after another. Every time he found a dead person, his heart felt like it had suffered a heavy blow.
He put all the bodies into body bags, his expression more solemn than ever.
But after walking for a distance, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on Wu Xian's face. He saw a faint light in the darkness, which was a faint fluorescence that only living people could emit!
He quickened his pace and saw a familiar figure appear in front of him!
This person is tall and has an elegant temperament. He is Jiang Huaian, the family member who has always performed well!
However, Jiang Huaian was not in a good condition at the moment. He was sitting dejectedly on the side of the road, with blood staining his chest and abdomen as if he was injured.
But Wu Xian is not afraid of his teammates getting hurt.
What he feared was that all his teammates would die!
Even with just one teammate, it would be enough to support Wu Xian in finding a way to pass through this blessed land.
After seeing Wu Xian, Jiang Huaian also stood up in surprise and waved to Wu Xian, but before the two of them could meet up, several hands suddenly stretched out from the darkness, some covering his mouth, some grabbing his neck, and dragged Jiang Huaian into the darkness!
Snap, tear...
Wu Xian's pace gradually slowed down and his face turned pale. After hearing such a voice, he knew it was too late to save Jiang Huaian.
Jiang Huaian is also dead.
His death was so sudden that Wu Xian was unable to recover for the time being.
Since Wu Xian fell, five teammates have died, and he doesn't even know what the enemy is.
Jiang Huaian has always been a relatively well-behaved family member. He shouldn't be so fragile. He should at least resist when facing danger.
But he died just like that.
Is it because he was injured too badly before?
But if he had just been injured, he should know the danger here, so why would he sit on the side of the road defenselessly?
Where was the long wooden box he had obtained from praying to the gods before?
But none of this matters. What matters is that if Jiang Huaian is so fragile, then Wu Xian may not be much better off. When will those things in the dark attack him?
"Or... burn them all!"
"Use 'Clouds and Smoke Rising from Ten Thousand Miles' to set fire to everything you can see around you, and turn everything into ashes. This way, there may still be a way to survive."
「Ahh……」
The deafening heavy bass sound came again, like a wave sweeping across the entire dark space, making Wu Xian numb from head to toe.
Whoosh, whoosh…
Rays of light appeared along with sounds. These lights were not lamps or fire, but people!
Just like in the room above, figures of men, women, old and young appeared, emitting a faint fluorescent light!
Some of these people were wearing costumes, some were still wearing winter clothes, and some of them were members of the pilgrimage team. Their bodies were not intact, with broken cracks all over their flesh.
Everyone stood in a strange posture, their heads looking in the direction of Wu Xian, with no expression on their faces, only an indescribable horrible silence!
This is what the lower level of the Valley of the Dead really looks like!
(End of this chapter)
