Author: Jinshuhuahua

With tears in his eyes, the man looked at Wen Ning reluctantly, feeling that there would really be strangers fighting to save others.

He finally closed his eyes peacefully.

Wen Ning listened to the man's words, got up from the ground and ran away.

A ray of breeze passed by her feet, changing from invisible to tangible.

Wen Ning never dreamed that one day she would be tripped by the wind, literally.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the ground, Wen Ning quickly covered her face with her hands.

The head may be severed and the blood may bleed, but the death must be beautiful.

Her body fell heavily to the ground, and the unexpected pain never came. Wen Ning opened her left eye and found that the soil under her body began to ripple and become soft.

This feels a little weird, something is wrong, try again.

She changed her position from facing the ground to lying on her side.

Wen Ning felt that this posture was not right enough. She was about to adjust her posture when a strange scene happened.

The originally soft land suddenly opened wide to both sides, and she fell vertically while lying on her side.

Wen Ning:0.0

The sense of crisis that Wen Ning had thrown into the Javanese Kingdom finally found its way to Wen Ning's central nervous system after going through nine or eighty-one difficulties.

“o((>ω<))o, my God!”

Wen Ning had a flash of inspiration and shouted loudly: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty."

She clasped her hands in a frantic prayer, parachute, parachute.

Whether you can survive or not depends on you!

[Ding dong, skill card: three things, don’t bully the poor. Number of uses: -1, remaining: 2/5]

The silver-gray particle light condensed sharply, forming an eight-character knife in Wen Ning's hand.

[The skill card is a random object, and the Eight-Character Knife is detachable. This weapon has a certain damage effect on monsters. Its subsequent effects are yet to be developed. It can be used multiple times provided it is not damaged. 】

A black line crawled up Wen Ning's head.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the propeller-shaped knife in her hand, and took a deep breath.

Crazy comfort myself, this thing can save itself, something is better than nothing.

Wen Ningfeng half-squinted her eyes and adjusted her position in free fall in the air.

Complete a qualitative leap from ‘one’ to ‘|’.

Immediately, Wen Ning raised the Eight-Character Knife above his head and waved it with his hands.

The Bazi knife rotated wildly, and the airflow from Wen Ning's body rushed towards the Bazi knife.

She turned into a bamboo dragonfly. The difference is that her bamboo dragonfly is a bit useless.

After landing smoothly, Wen Ning inserted the knife casually behind his back and looked at everything underground.

The chains are crisscrossed, one after another.

The dense runes on it reminded Wen Ning of the coffin wrapped in iron chains.

When she was looking around, something seemed to hit her on the top of her head.

A cold touch swept over her. Wen Ning raised her eyes and saw red—endless red.

The unknown red liquid dripped down the chain and fell to the ground, forming a small puddle.

Wen Ning followed the chain and stepped back while looking for the source of the liquid.

The closer you get to the source, the more water marks remain on the chain.

Suddenly someone collided with him from behind, and Wen Ning was so frightened that he quickly took out his eight-character knife.

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword.

When Wen Ning saw the enemy's appearance, her frown relaxed slightly.

"I ask, you answer."

"OK."

The other person nodded.

"Who is Zhang San's father?"

"Zhang Batian."

"What guild did Zhang San join?"

"There is no guild!"

Wen Ning's eyes darkened slightly, "Last question, what is Zhang San's nickname?"

"Outlaw gangster!"

"Song Yi, it's really you!"

The two held hands and looked excited.

Song Yi: "There was a loud sound in the sky and the one who appeared dazzlingly with waving flower hands, I knew it was you."

"Um?"

Wen Ning scratched his head.

"The way you appear on stage is always so unique." Song Yi said sincerely.

Wen Ning:(￣▽￣*)

"What you said makes it sound like you have experienced many dungeons with me."

Song Yi stretched out his finger and shook it, "NO, NO, NO~~ I don't like to hear what you are saying. I am the branch president of the Analyst Guild after all, so I still have some observational eyesight."

A pound sign appeared on Wen Ning's head.

Her smile revealed MMP and she didn't want to have any trouble with Song Yi.

"Don't be so serious, liven up the atmosphere!"

Song Yi waved awkwardly.

Wen Ning stopped smiling and said, "I'm scared."

She rolled her eyes and fixed her gaze.

In Song Yi's eyes, Wen Ning seemed to be possessed by something strange. He jumped away from Wen Ning and at the same time, his head seemed to bump into someone.

He looked upwards, and kept turning his eyes upwards. After seeing the soles of the shoes, he stepped back again. This time he could clearly see the owner of the shoes - Xie Lihua.

Her face was livid, her tongue was elongated, and a 10cm thick chain was wrapped around her neck.

Red liquid flowed down the chain.

Song Yi's eyes collided with Wen Ning's. He opened his thin lips lightly but received Wen Ning's stopping gaze.

Wen Ning raised her hand and pointed behind Song Yi. There were countless people hanging on chains like Xie Lihua, with their feet parallel to the ground.

Some have already turned into withered bones, some have just begun to rot, and some have just died.

Song Yi raised his hand to put Xie Lihua down.

The moment his fingers touched the iron chain, Song Yi's pupils tightened, as if his soul had been drained out of his whole body.

The red liquid on the chain seemed a little brighter than the red color just now, and Wen Ning wanted to take a closer look.

"Don't touch!"

Wen Goudan's voice came from nowhere, forcefully stopping Wen Ning's movements.

He rushed over and bumped into Song Yi, panting and saying: "Quickly, get out of here."

Song Yi came back to his senses and looked at Wen Goudan gratefully.

"Let's go, she's coming back to life."

she?

Wen Ning followed Wen Goudan, thinking about who the 'her' in the other person's words was referring to.

The crisp bell sounded.

Wen Ning turned around suddenly and saw a woman wearing a red wedding dress and a hijab sitting on an iron chain.

The red hijab only covered the upper half of her face, and she wore a gold phoenix bracelet on her slender wrist.

The woman put her index finger on her lips, raised a coquettish smile, and swayed her exposed feet.

Wen Ning looked at the gradually overlapping double images of the woman, and her brain gradually became drowsy.

"Little girl! Little girl!"
To be continued...