Game of Destiny: This player is different.

If there is a group attack like the grave cry ghost, it is estimated that everyone will be cold.

Turning his gaze to Brother Arrow, who was standing dead on the ground, the players felt a chill behind them.

The towel that was the size of a palm turned out to be the size of a matchbox.

Just being glanced at by the dead man's head consumes so much?

"It's certainly not that simple to make a grave-crying ghost kneel and cry."

Qin Nuo had no choice but to complain, and recycled the few remaining towels based on the principle of not wasting.

Then he patted the sad old face.

After a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes: "I, what happened to me just now? It seems that a woman is smiling at me, and then I don't remember anything."

"You've been tricked."

Qin Nuo casually replied: "How is the condition, is there any major problem?"

"It's okay, it's okay, but I'm a little dizzy."

The other four looked at each other.

Well, the after effects are not small.

There was no way, Hanlin Zimo took out the last bottle of sedative, and poured it down with a sad arrow.

Symptoms were relieved.

After a short rest, they began to dig the second grave.

Chapter 213 The Ancient Village's Mysteries (31), Black Hair

Looking at the slightly dull expression and the sad arrow that has not yet fully awakened, several people felt like a stone was crushed on their hearts, and they couldn't breathe heavily.

The horror of the dirty things buried in the grave is beyond imagination.

Just one face-to-face, so that the level LV7 player can't make any resistance, and he is directly recruited.

The whole process was short and quick, almost no different from ordinary people being attacked by ghosts.

An invisible cloud hung over the head, and the atmosphere became extremely oppressive.

"Brother Qin, there is only one piece of face paper left, if the second grave is still wrong..."

Che Lizi, who was standing by, said fearfully.

Although the second half of the sentence is not spoken, the meaning is already clear.

There are three solitary graves that have not been dug up, which means that there is a two-thirds probability of being attacked again.

"Luck is also a part of strength. If we are unlucky, we can only say that our strength is not good."

Qin Nuo didn't change his face, and didn't stop digging the grave because of this: "Rewards and risks coexist.

The system never allows players to easily take away the rewards, otherwise why bother to issue missions and send experience points and game coins to us directly. "

He paused for a moment, then continued: "Zuo Gu said it, but his hands and feet are restrained, which affects his performance, so it's better to relax.

Besides, you haven't forgotten the task punishment, have you?There is not much difference between being killed by a ghost or being wiped out by the system. "

"There's still a difference...one dies early and one dies later..."

Standing behind Leng Dudai whispered something.

Arrogance, right?

Girl, you are so cute.

Do I still have to find you a straw?

Qin Nuo glanced at her angrily, and motioned for everyone to continue working.

The players are rushing to work, digging desperately.

The solitary grave is not small in size, but fortunately the soil is soft.

Using ghost hands as shovels makes digging effortless.

Not long after, the second grave was dug.

Che Lizi, who was holding the ghost knife, was dripping with sweat from her palms.

Brother Arrow's lessons learned from the past made everyone's hearts rise to the top of their throats.

God knows what lies beneath that thin layer of soil.

"Let me do it."

Qin Nuo sighed, and used his ghostly hand to push away the last bit of gravel.

As the solitary grave was dug up, what was buried was exposed.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

Buried in the grave...

a ball?

Say big or not, say small or small.

It is almost between B and C, and ordinary people can hold it with one hand.

The surface of the ball is criss-crossed with silk threads, like the pattern of flowers in bud.

If you look closely, it looks like a hydrangea sewed by a girl who has not left the pavilion in the old days.

Qin Nuo looked at the black needles and threads on the hydrangea, thoughtful.

How does this texture look like...human hair?

Just as he was thinking.

Gululu~ It was as if an invisible person stretched out his foot and kicked the hydrangea.

The ball rolled out of it with the dirty smell of graveyard.

Ok? !

Everyone was startled and hurriedly backed away.

Immediately afterwards, the black hair on the surface of the hydrangea began to squirm and spread.

In an instant, countless hairs burst out.

Like a millipede octopus waving its tentacles wantonly.

The supernatural energy contained in the hair ripples in the air and entangles the nearest target.

boom!

Hanlin Zimo, who hastily pushed out of the barrier, rolled and flew out.

The whole person slammed into the earth temple fiercely, splashing a large amount of dust.

When he crawled out of the gravel and tiles again, his right arm was tilted at an unnatural angle, and the white bone protruded from the elbow joint.

"Watch out, those hairs are dangerous!"

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he shouted loudly.

No need to remind, the others have already shown their weapons and used their means to attack.

Cherry took the lead.

The ghost-head knife lingering in flames burst out with scorching heat, and slashed at the hydrangea.

Brother Jian, who was half awake, drew his bow and shot.

The arrows whistled, and suddenly split into three in the air, all nailing towards the target.

Leng Dadai applied a strength attribute buff (gain state) to himself, raised the giant trombone that was extremely disproportionate to his height, and slammed it forward.

It has a sense of the sight of Lu Zhishen pulling the weeping willows upside down.

When it was Qin Nuo's turn, he circulated the Jiuyang Qi to the limit.

Stepping on the air bricks made by [Ti Yun Zong], climb quickly.

Then a vertical leap, like a tiger descending downhill.

The frying pan in his hand danced like an electric fan, blowing up a strong wind and blowing away all the hair in front of him.

Counseling when it's time to be cowardly, and when it's time to fight, never relent.

Right now is the time for a desperate fight, and the players are attacking desperately.

And that hydrangea not only easily blocked all kinds of attacks, but even parted a few strands of hair quietly and touched the injured Hanlin Zimo.

The latter was just about to find an opportunity to bandage the wound when he suddenly felt some itching on his ankle.

Looking down, the black hair entangled himself at some point.

Oops!

The thought flashed across his mind, and a black ball flew straight towards him in his sight.

Hit someone with the ball?

Qin Nuo has only seen some men hit the ball by themselves, but has never seen a ball hit a man on its own initiative.

The black hydrangea brushed past the siege of a group of players, and crashed straight into Hanlin Zimo's arms.

Before he could respond and call for help, the tide-like black hair spread out, occupying his limbs like a creeper.

In a few seconds, most of Hanlin Zimo's body was wrapped tightly.

"go with!"

Qin Nuo has sharp eyes and quick hands.

Before the hair climbed onto his face, he threw out the facial tissue and covered it.

The moment the yellow paper was covered, the surging black hair paused inexplicably.

Immediately, it shrank and gathered together, and there was a faint tendency to leave.

"fortunately."

Che Lizi heaved a sigh of relief, thankful that Qin Nuo made a timely move.

As a result, the breath was not clear, and the towel began to be consumed violently.

Between breaths, it turns into fly ash and disappears.

Losing the check and balance of the paper, the black hair became active again.

"Is the gap so big..."

Qin Nuo frowned, stepped on the ground with both feet, and jumped to Hanlin Zimo's side.

All the zhenqi was concentrated in the left hand and rested on the opponent's shoulder.

With the infusion of vigorous and yang energy, the black hair was restrained again.

It is a confrontation between supernatural power and supernatural power.

The speed of spiritual energy consumption far exceeds the passive recovery of the Nine Suns Manual.

For the first time, Qin Nuo felt strenuous, and his forehead couldn't help oozing fine sweat.

The other three teammates gathered around, wanting to help, not knowing where to start.

I can only stare anxiously.

Qin Nuo tried his best to save Hanlin Zimo.

The psionic energy value decreased step by step at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The black hair was tightly wrapped around the latter's injured right arm, and he did not back down.

Ghosts don't get tired, but people do.

If this continues, the players will be the first to be unable to bear it.

What should I do? Do you want to stop?