Above the gray fog

"Grr...gurgle."

The sound of gears turning echoed through the corridor.

Gear's other hand was placed on the broad black palm, and he forcefully opened the broad palm.

Without the suppression of the black palm, the flames ignited again, sticking to the wall and turning into a half-open door.

"Let's go." Locke shouted in a low voice.

The gods entered the door one by one, with the gears at the end and behind.

As soon as he entered the door, the gods of Yuanting surrounded Holy Light, all staring at the back of Holy Light's neck.

Holy Light's expression looked extremely painful, and those blue-gray eyes gave him tremendous pressure, making him feel as if his life was being held by invisible hands. He tried hard to stay calm, but sweat still fell from his forehead unconsciously. .

Locke stared closely at the back of Holy Light's neck, "Holy Light, can you feel anything wrong with the position of the back of your neck? Can you use divine power to force it out?"

Sheng Guang's voice became hoarse for some reason, "The back of my neck feels heavy, as if I'm carrying someone on my back."

"You guys go ahead. I'll send Holy Light to Yuanting for treatment. This situation is the same as Lilissa's, so we can't delay it any longer."

"Well... go ahead." Gear has been looking at the direction of the door thoughtfully since he came in.

"Yeah." Jian nodded solemnly, took out a bunch of huge machines from the storage ring and started playing with them.

Lilissa?

Lin Shan narrowed his eyes. As expected, these people didn't understand clearly. A god had already fallen on this corridor before.

"What kind of machine is this? Can it be transmitted directly from the ruins to Yuanting?" Lin Shan came back to his senses and looked at the machine that Jian took out. It had a strange shape and there were signal receivers like cauldrons placed at the four corners.

Can it be teleported directly to Yuanting? It’s good to have a backend, no matter what you do, you’re guaranteed.

"Wait a minute." Lin Shan called out to the two of them.

"Huh?" Jian stopped what he was doing and looked at Lin Shan.

"The eyes on his body are some kind of pollution. I don't know how long it will take a machine like yours to get to Yuanting, and I don't know if Yuanting can cure him, but I estimate that he will last less than half an hour. It just so happens that I can cure him. This kind of pollution." Lin Shan, who had no sense of existence, suddenly spoke up. The main ability of the mysterious power is pollution. The curse is just a mutant ability developed by Lin Shan using pollution. The pollution that others think is helpless seems to Lin Shan. Nothing.

It's not that Lin Shan is better than them, it can only be said that he is on the right track.

The Holy Light persisted for less than half an hour because of Lin Shan's alarmism. He didn't know the specific capabilities and harms of this pollution. He just wanted to take this opportunity to make demands, so he kept following the team, even if he encountered something good, he would take his turn. Not to him.

"Lin Shan, we are teammates now." Julie Ernest walked slowly to Lin Shan, "If you are in danger, we will definitely help you."

"Tell me your conditions." Jian said coldly, "I hope you won't waste our time."

"Hey." Locke sighed lightly, his favorable impression of Lin Shan declining again.

Lin Shan naturally knew what it meant for him to make a request at this time, but he had to do it.

"Take out all the relics you have obtained from the third to the tenth floor, and I will choose three from them." Lin Shan said.

"Lin Shan, don't go too far." Locke frowned, "We only let you join the team as a friend. Is this how you treat a friend?"

"Friend?" Lin Shan slowly shook his head, "Maybe. If you met me outside the ruins instead of inside the ruins, would you still consider me a friend?"

"Three relics, in exchange for a Sequence 3 life, are worth it, aren't they?" Lin Shan did not relent. There might be something important to him in these relics.

"Okay, we agree." Jian pulled Shengguang down and said, "Hurry up, if there are any left, or if you want to play any tricks, I won't let you go."

Lin Shan didn't say anything more, or even asked for something first. He directly put his hand into the back of Shengguang's neck, stretched his whole arm in, and groped inside. At a certain moment, Lin Shan used fierce force to pull out a series of Something black and kelp-like was pulled out.

Then he tore off the dead eyes that others could not reach.

Holy Light was stiff and did not dare to make any unnecessary movements. Lin Shan could feel it. His heartbeat was as fast as a drum. Every beat seemed to remind him that the threat of death was so close.

"Okay." The black "kelp" held in Lin Shan's hand was struggling desperately. Countless tiny tentacles deep in the void gnawed away the black "kelp" like silkworms eating mulberry leaves.

"Here, the relics from the sixth to ninth floors are all here. The relics from the first three floors have been sent back to Yuanting. According to what I just promised you, you can choose three pieces." Gear stretched his hand into his chest. The mechanical skin automatically unfolded, revealing the storage space inside. He took out a cloth bag that exuded golden light and threw it to Lin Shan.

Lin Shan took it and put his spiritual power into it.

The space of this yellow bag is not large, but its suppressive power is extremely strong. It should be a prop specially used to hold relics. The area of ​​less than 200 square meters is filled to the brim with various relics.

Lin Shan had no choice at all. He wanted to pour out the relics and use yellow paper to identify them separately, but this would definitely not be allowed.

Lin Shan could only search by feeling.

In just a few minutes, Lin Shan selected three relics.

The first relic was a locked box with strange patterns on it, and the rusty lock locked the black box tightly.

The second relic was a ball of flowing liquid, which seemed to be related to the mysterious divine power he possessed.

The third relic was a wooden sculpture, which was only the size of a palm. The face carved on the wood sculpture was exactly the same as Zhao Xiaoan, wearing a red skirt, holding a silver sword, and looking forward as if facing some danger.

After selecting the relics, Lin Shan returned the cloth bag full of relics to the gear, "Thank you."

"Yeah." The gear hummed softly.

After checking the status of the holy light with the gods, Locke said, "We need a plan."

Although the voice was low, it was full of unshakable determination.

The gear looked at Locke, waiting for His next words.

The holy light kept touching the back of his neck with his hand, seeming a little worried, afraid that there would be contamination and residue.

"I have an idea, but I need your cooperation." Locke continued.

"Speak." Jian patted Shengguang's shoulder, indicating that everything was fine.

Locke's eyes swept among the gods, and finally fell on Lin Shan, "This weird likes to capture movements, we can use this to set a trap."

"You mean..." Shengguang frowned.

"We need a bait to attract its attention and let the other gods pass through the corridor first." Locke said softly.

The gods were silent. The bait would face great danger. Doing so would be tantamount to sacrificing the bait as a whole.

"I'll do it." Shengguang suddenly said, without a trace of hesitation in his voice.

"Are you sure?" Locke looked at Shengguang.

Shengguang nodded.

"Come on, it was you who just got into trouble." Jian said coldly.