Zaza looked at Feng Zhaohara blankly and murmured: "Yes, what we see today is obviously real things."

Feng Zhaoyuan nodded: "Zhazha, can you tell me what you have met during this period?"

Zhaza showed an excited expression on her face and said, "I was attacked by a group of vampires and dragged to a mysterious grave by several zombies, and almost buried alive. Fortunately, I was alert enough to escape."

He licked the remaining fish on his fingers and said, "But there is an old Indian man who treats me well. He is wearing a strange robe in Guli and very kind-hearted appearance, which has taught me a magical skill. Hehe, do you want to see it?"

Seeing Feng Zhaoyuan's curious eyes, Zhaza stood up with aura, but his feet staggered, obviously not recovering his strength.

"Let's watch your performance later."

Huine Naruhara hurriedly stood up and held him: "The most important thing for us at present is to figure out the surrounding environment."

"After you said this, I also became a little doubtful, is this world illusory or real? When the zombies in the tombs caught me, their fingers were stiff and cold like a piece of ice."

Zaza said with confusion on his face.

Feng Zhaohara sighed and lay down, pillowing her head with her hands, slowly closing her eyes: "Let's rest early. If we can go back alive in seven days, I believe there will be an answer."

"I'll stick to that day anyway."

The laughter on Zaza's face disappeared, and replaced by a serious and firm look.

The two of them slowly fell asleep, and there was silence around them. The cold night wind blew, the weeds were low, and the bonfire was shaking.

After a while, Feng Zhaoyuan suddenly woke up from his dream. He seemed to see a white fox screaming loudly, his blood-red eyes shining.

The bonfire has been extinguished, and the dark night is surrounding it. Zaza is still sleeping, making a soft snoring sound.

Feng Zhaoyuan's ears suddenly stood up alert and stared at ten meters ahead in horror.

A ball-sized ball was arched on the ground, and it was squirming towards them quickly, and in the blink of an eye it had reached his feet.

Feng Zhaoyuan roared and punched down like lightning. With a "bang", the soil splashed, and the fist smashed a shallow pit. A huge eyeball crawled out of the ground with a strange scream, and the tentacles crawled towards Zhaza.

Zaza was awakened by Feng Zhaoyuan, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and stared at her eyes that were approaching in a daze.

Feng Zhaoyuan suddenly jumped up, pushed Zaza away, kicked her legs out in succession, and rushed straight to her rapidly crawling eyes.

Two "bang" sounds, Feng Zhaoyuan's feet kicked the sky, and his eyes disappeared into the thick grass, as if he had sneaked into the ground.

"What's going on? What's that weird thing?"

Zazha shouted in shock.

"I don't know either, but it has killed two students."

Feng Zhaoyuan Senran said, his eyes patrolling around. The grass shook ghostly in the night wind, as if the terrifying eyeball would emerge from it at any time and give them a fatal blow.

A very thin and slight sound came from behind, but it was definitely not the sound of the wind. Feng Zhaoyuan deliberately pretended to be unaware of it. When the sound approached, he suddenly jumped up and grabbed the ground with a lightning speed and could not hide his ears.

A slippery thing fell into the palm of his palm and made a squeaking sound. Feng Zhaoyuan looked at it and saw that his huge eyeballs had been firmly pinched by him, his tentacles swaying, and the sticky yellow liquid flowed down the palm.

Zaza came up and said in a trembling voice: "What strange thing is this?"

Feng Zhaoyuan felt a pain in his palm, and blood gushed out. The tentacles of his eyes had already penetrated into his palm. The eyes kept squeezing, as if they were about to drill into his palm along with the tentacles.

Feng Zhaoyuan's face changed color, her five fingers increased their strength, and with a "puff", her eyes made a strange scream, shattering into a ball of disgusting liquid.

Zaza suddenly screamed, pointed to Feng Zhaoyuan's back, and said in shock: "Look, another one is here! There is another one on the right, Oh my God, there are several!"

"Don't panic!"

Feng Zhaoyuan quickly turned around, flew up, kicked an eyeball that had climbed to his feet, and then sank, his palm stretched out like a whirlwind, crushing the other eyeball that was approaching rapidly.

"Be careful behind!"

Zhaza screamed and rushed towards Feng Zhaohara, and flipped over somersault like a monkey in the air, landed behind Feng Zhaohara, and reached out to grab it.

The eyes on the ground crawled, flashed flexibly, avoided Zaza's palms, and quickly climbed up Feng Zhaoyuan's ankles.

As if he was stabbed hard by a sharp needle, Feng Zhaoyuan staggered immediately. With a "squeak", Zhaza's palm had already pinched the eyeballs that were constantly drilling into his ankles and pulled it out.

Feng Zhaoyuan breathed a long sigh, stood back to back with Zaza, and said in a deep voice: "We must leave here immediately."

"Okay! These things are really weird."

Zaza said with lingering fear. The two of them stared at the spider-like eyes around them and moved forward little by little.

Several eyeballs quickly surrounded the two of them and kept turning around. No matter where they retreated, their eyeballs always followed closely, ready to move, as if they were looking for the best opportunity to hunt them down in one fell swoop.

"Don't move for now."

Zaza suddenly said, his lips squirmed and whispered a strange passage.

A burst of "crackling" bone burst sounded, and Feng Zhaoyuan suddenly felt that the thin body behind him was increasing, and in a blink of an eye, it seemed to have turned into a majestic mountain.

"Ha ha!"

Zhaza's thunderous laughter sounded above his head. Feng Zhaoyuan raised his head in surprise. Zhaza was like a giant from a wilderness era, more than three meters tall, with a huge head that became extremely large, with two legs under his majestic and wide body, and his feet were thick and long, and his soles were deeply embedded in the ground like a boat.

The original clothes were already torn and fell from their bodies in strands.

"This is the Indian yoga I learned here. Do you think it's OK?"

Zaza raised his feet with a loud bang, and a loud "bang" sound was ruthlessly trampled under his feet, crushing it to pieces.

Fengzhaohara said in surprise and joy: "It's great, but your clothes are too small and not suitable for public places."

“My nude looks are very artistic, right?”

Zhazha made a face, swung his long legs, and stomped hard, causing several eyes to rush around.

"I don't know if there is a sense of art, at least we don't have to run away."

Feng Zhaoyuan was greatly inspired, stared at a fleeing eyeball and rushed out, punched out, and before he could escape, his right leg swept across the ground, and the eyeball immediately flew out with a strange cry.

"Not good!"

Zaza suddenly screamed strangely, bent down, and his stomach made a strange sound, and his whole body shrank quickly like a deflated ball. In a few seconds, he turned back to his original thin and shriveled appearance.

Facing Feng Zhaoyuan's surprised eyes, Zaza covered her naked lower body with both hands and said with a frown: "This kind of yoga technique can only be transformed for a while. It seems that we still have to escape."

Feng Zhaoyuan laughed silently and was about to speak, but her pupils suddenly contracted.

There were rustling sounds around. Looking around, balls bulged one after another on the ground, continuously and densely packed, slowly squirming towards the place where they stood.

The earth seemed to have become a moving monster. As balls swayed under the grass, the wild grass swayed mysteriously, like countless black lines rising and falling.

“Are these all?”

Zaza widened his horrified eyes, his voice trembling like a swaying weed.

"Puchippuchi", the clusters of wild grass jumped up one after another, dazzling. Hundreds of eyeballs broke out from the ground, like black notes of death, with tentacles crawling, gloomy and weird, and crawling slowly from all directions.

"So many, damn it, it's over, it's really over now."

Zaza's face was ashes, and now it is impossible for him to escape.

Feng Zhaoyuan's heart continued to sink, staring at the eyes that were approaching, as if he smelled a strong smell of blood.

The eyes crawled mysteriously, forming circles, from the inside out, like layers of waves, completely trapping the two of them. With the strange screams, the waves of the eyes surged heavily, peeking at the two people in the circle's heart.

"I'm really going to die here."

Zhaza smiled miserably and looked back at Feng Zhaoyuan. His fighting spirit was gone: "What a pity, I can never find my Zhafei anymore."

Of the two, maybe only one can live.

Feng Zhaoyuan looked at Zaza deeply, his face changing.

The first round of waves finally rushed up.

"We must not give up until the last moment!"

Feng Zhaoyuan shouted, grabbed Zhaza suddenly and threw him out with all his strength. Zhaza drew a long parabola in the air and fell outside the encirclement of his eyes.

"Run! Zhaza! Go and find your sister!"

Feng Zhaoyuan roared like a whirlwind, and his eyes rushed to his body with strange screams. Dozens of tentacles pierced into his skin at the same time, and blood dyed his whole body red in an instant.

When Zaza got up, his eyes turned red, and he looked at Feng Zhaoyuan with trembling body. The latter followed him and staggered, and his dense eyeballs covered his body, squirming desperately, towards Feng Zhaoyuan.

Drill inside the body.

With a "thump", Feng Zhaoyuan's servant fell to the ground, rolling in pain, and had become a bloody man.

"No!"

Zhaza screamed shrillly and rushed towards Fengzhaoyuan frantically.

Zhazha! Go and find your sister!

The sincere voice was like a raging flame, burning Zaza's heart torment, and hot tears burst out from his eyes, blurring his eyes.

No one has ever cared about him like this, or a lowly black man from a slum!
Chapter completed!