resentment resuscitation

Zhagui's voice was still deep, but this time he was trembling slightly, calling out again as if confirming.

"Mike?"

For people other than Mai Dingdong, he didn't deliberately lighten his strength, and squeezed Master Chuyuan's wrist with his palm so painfully that the other party was sweating wildly, but he didn't dare to speak.

The rest of the noisy people held their breath and looked over at the moment Zhong Mozhi spoke.

They saw the "green-faced and long-toothed fried ghost" that the master of resentment talked about, and looked at an open space with concentration and anxiety.

The sound of burning torches in the mine is terrifyingly quiet.

Still no one answered, but everyone could feel the resentment in the air.

If someone else pointed at it and called Mai Mai, they would think it was extremely absurd.

But Zhong Mozhi said that they hesitated.

The drummer quietly lowered his head from the upper floor and shouted to Mai Dingdong's position: "He's there!"

Mai Dingdong, whose voice was almost hoarse, opened his eyes wide and waved to him in surprise, "Yes! You can see me!"

The drummer jumped down and stood in front of the air under everyone's amazed gaze, "People who have been eroded by resentment here basically never return. I didn't expect him to be here! How did you find this place?"

The evil beast just healed Mai Dingdong's body, preventing more resentment from entering the body, but left an empty shell without consciousness.

It's just that the drummer can only perceive the existence of Mai Dingdong, and can't communicate with him.

Mai Dingdong's heart was pounding, and the flame that had just ignited was extinguished again.

There was a warm feeling in his chest, Zhong Mo's palm slowly touched the air in front of him, his voice was lower, "I will bring it back."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and closed his eyes, standing still feeling the flow of resentment around him, trying to find a way down.

The drummer was courageous, and he went up to remind him, "I saw a move to kill all the skeletons. Don't do it in this place. My lover is now greatly affected by resentment, and if he is not careful, he will disappear forever."

As soon as he finished speaking, a certain rock broke open inexplicably, as if someone hit it.

"Ahem." The few people in the tavern who ridiculed Zhagui for not giving up, and betting that Zhagui would not say love for life, looked away guiltily.

Fortunately, that person had no interest in other people at all, just stood silently, then found the way, stepped up and stood by the edge of the spring, opened his hand condescendingly to it, and wanted to destroy it in the next second.

"No." Mai Dingdong stood against the wall, imitating Wen Ge's charming and domineering tone.

Sure enough, the other party bent his elbow and bumped into Zhong Mozhi's hand, turned his head and sneered: "No."

Zhong Mozhi's face was sullen, and his eyes were cold.

"Get out of the way." The two words uttered from thin lips carried a sense of oppression.

"I said." Wen stood up slowly, looking at each other with peach blossom eyes without flinching, "No."

The blue lightning collided and exploded again.

"He won't come back, I understand." Wen didn't hide his gloat at all, "It's better to reduce the sunk cost and stop destroying more spiritual objects."

"Get out of the way." The fine strands of hair on the forehead began to flutter, and the dark gold under the eyes became deeper.

His condition is dangerous.

This is what everyone has in mind.

Wen frowned rather puzzled, "We should kill him, this is our most primitive impulse, isn't it?"

As long as you encounter grievances, you will spare no effort to blow up everything, ignoring the relics and relics in it, ignoring precious treasures and utensils, and ignoring the self-esteem of the grievance master.

This new bomber has been able to hide in the crowd for so long, and now he is struggling to restrain the urge to destroy.

Biting cold covered the entire narrow mine, and a thin layer of frost formed on the stones.

Mai Dingdong hurriedly jumped to Zhong Mozhi's side, leaned into his ear and said, "Don't be angry, communicate well!"

The tip of the other party's ear moved, and he couldn't hear Mai Dingdong's words, but he could feel the very close familiar aura.

He was suddenly slapped on the forehead by his master like a raging beast, and lost all momentum.

The frost receded quickly, and the pressure on everyone was instantly relieved.

He bent over and squatted down, curled his index finger and tapped on the edge of a circle of gravel.

With a click, the trickling spring, along with the spring water on the side, turned into a simple mirror.

Throwing the mirror to Wen, ignoring the stunned crowd, he stood up without saying a word, and the sole of his shoe hit the spring twice, followed by another roar, and a narrow downward staircase appeared in front of him.

"Master!" Hu Yue hurriedly followed.

Tan Sheng hesitated, and asked Wen Ge curiously, "Is he manually generating tools?"

For the treasures hidden in the depths of resentment, it takes several resentment masters to chant incantations for a long time before they can be condensed into utensils.

The warm eyes flickered and flickered, pinching the mirror that knew the past, his eyes were burning.

"I don't believe that Explosive Ghost will be tamed. He will definitely, definitely kill that grudge master with his own hands."

The coin-shaped tattoo on his Adam's apple is very conspicuous, and he speaks with great certainty.

Mai Dingdong who had just walked down the stairs shivered.

Different from the world of the monastery, this time the few people are constantly approaching the center of resentment.Going down the stairs, the sensory sensitivity has dropped a lot, and their respective strengths have also been weakened.

Mai Dingdong was refreshed, standing side by side with Zhong Mozhi, and kept repeating in his ear: "Don't be angry, don't be angry."

It has to be said that Zhong Mozhi kept his mouth shut, and his aura was so strong that it made people feel tight in the chest.

He didn't know who he was angry with, or the desire to save people was too strong, he always looked cold and gloomy.

At the end of the stairs is boundless darkness, the passage can only accommodate two people walking side by side, it is very oppressive.There was no sound except for the clack of the soles of your shoes on the rocky steps.

Silence engulfed.Zhong Mozhi was at the forefront, and the timid Eliminator was at the end.

I don't know when the road will go, Mai Dingdong is bored, his eyes rolled, he cleared his throat suddenly, and raised his hand pretending to be upright to grab Zhong Mozhi's arm.

Glancing in the locker room, he was particularly curious about the touch of this man's strong arms.

It's amazing, obviously you can't touch it, but you can feel the opponent's powerful muscles through the fabric.

Mai Dingdong withdrew a hand to touch his nose.No wonder it was so easy to break through the wall.

The footsteps originally echoed in the narrow passage, but now they found the exit and spread out round and round.

The stairs come to an end.

It was still dark, and the damp wind was blowing towards the face with the smell of blood, and the stench of resentment was so strong that Mai Dingdong couldn't help wrinkling his nose.

The arm under his hand suddenly tensed.

Mai Dingdong turned his head and looked at Zhong Mozhi strangely, "What's wrong?"

The opponent suddenly tensed up all over, and his arm was as hard as a brick due to the force.

Wen held the torch in his hand, his flirtatious face flickered by the flames, he raised his chin at Zhong Mo provocatively, "Why, you're arrogant, blow up everything."

The stronger the resentment, the more unable to restrain the destructive desire, which is their inhuman nature.But once everything is destroyed, it means that the Eliminator will never wake up.

This contradiction is a bit funny.

None of the resentment masters following behind dared to say anything, and hid obediently behind Brother Wen.

Zhong Mo refused to look at him, exhaled twice, gradually relaxed, and continued to move forward.

Mai Dingdong was puzzled.

He circled around twice, then walked up to the drummer and asked him, "Isn't it a wraith? What are you doing here?"

The other party's apple muscles bulged with a smile, and he was beaming. He pointed to the corner kindly and said, "Don't touch those scorpions, it will spread the plague."

As the fire shone past, a nest of dark blue scorpions crawled past at top speed, and Tan Sheng jumped three feet high.

Although it is the bottom of the desert, the surrounding area is very humid.Water seeped down from the cave, vines fell down, and two meters in front of everyone was a deep pool, green water bubbling.

"Ah!" Someone screamed, pointing to several human heads floating on the water.

With sunken cheeks and thinning hair, they had clearly been drug addicts.

The light flashed by, and the surrounding rock walls were actually inlaid with black and magnificent stones.

The drummer stood by the pool and said: "Brother Liu, who used to sell drugs here, is nothing but greedy for money, and he has to make everything look pretty."

The wind blows from the opposite bank, and the deep green pool is very wide. How to get to the other bank is a difficult problem.

Wen stopped by the edge of Huyue, puzzled and asked, "Aren't you going to fry it?"

Mai Dingdong, who was knocking on the stone, raised his eyebrows, and turned around to look speechlessly.

Hu Yue couldn't bear it any longer, she puffed her chest out to show off her proud figure, and said deliberately angrily, "Can you stop being annoying?"

The flat-chested Wen Ge smiled without saying a word, and looked at Zhong Mozhi.

The other party's sight was not affected by the darkness, looked at the lake, took out a bag of tokens from his pocket, opened the tie, took out a coin and threw it on the lake——

As if fireworks exploded in the dark night sky, the bright colors spread along the ripples, and slowly condensed into a solid ice.

He stepped on it and threw another one forward.

The drummer exclaimed: "How did you think of it! Because I said Brother Liu is greedy for money?"

The other resentment masters were also surprised, not because Zhong Mozhi quickly found out the loopholes in the world of resentment, but because Zhagui took such a gentle way to find a way out.

He really acted carefully because he was worried about the safety of the grudge master.

Mai Dingdong was so novel that he jumped on the ice block before Huyue, and the cold air rushed up his trousers in an instant. He squatted down and dangled on the water surface.

The churning heads slowly drifted away.

"Fuck!" Tan Sheng shouted, followed by several praises.

In their line of sight, two dark blue glowing footprints appeared on the ice behind Zhong Mozhi.

The vines on the top of the footprints began to grow crazily due to some kind of induction, and fine bubbles began to accumulate around the glinting ice cubes, and countless bone fish circled excitedly around the ice cubes.

The footprints slowly went out, and then followed Zhong Mozhi's footsteps, and the bone fish followed along.

The drummer is Wraith, he stepped on the dark green water, and said with a smile: "No wonder you took so much effort to find this person, it's really special, become Wraith, Wraith likes, and want to be a grudge master, wouldn't it be unresentful?" Ling dare to approach."

Zhong Mo stepped on the opposite bank, his breathing fluttered.He turned around and stretched out his hand. To his disappointment, he still didn't feel the temperature of that person.

He regained his gloom, turned around and walked towards the wind.

Mai Dingdong was so angry that he kicked him on the buttocks, "Putting a bad face again, every day."

Walking out of this empty and cold place, there was a warm and bright room outside.

Rows of neat iron beds are arranged, and wall lamps are mounted at intervals on the walls.

"Hands... are bleeding." A grievance master poked his head shyly.

Mai Dingdong looked along the line of sight.

The rolled up sleeves exposed half of the forearm, following the smooth lines of the muscles, the blood rolled over, gathered at the man's fingertips, and dripped to the ground.

With a heartbeat, Mai Dingdong squatted down to look for the wound on Zhong Mozhi's arm.

The flesh was punctured, what appeared to be wounds made by breaking tokens and piercing the skin with metal edges.

"In order to resist the urge to eliminate resentment?" Wen licked his lower lip, still wanting to be sarcastic, but closed his mouth unconsciously, stroking the tattoo on his upper Adam's apple.

Mai Dingdong swallowed, and looked at the man who didn't change his expression complicatedly.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow will continue at 18:00~

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