"Hey, I said, can you stop staring at it and look around. We are surrounded by monsters!" An npc professional looked around and shouted with a tight grip on the weapon in his hand.

"It's just some ordinary ghosts, not fierce spirits, what's there to be afraid of!" An NPC professional said disdainfully, but a cautious look appeared in his eyes, and he pulled out the long sword hanging on his back and held it in his hand.

The melee profession took two steps forward and kept the magic system and ranged profession behind him. Soon, the group of NPC professions tacitly formed a temporary small team.

The mutated ghosts around slowly floated towards them. Within five meters of approaching them, the ghosts suddenly burst out with bloody light, their eyes turned scarlet, and they showed a crazy and irritable look. With a sharp roar, the mutated ghosts suddenly accelerated and rushed towards these NPC pros, and the battle was about to break out;

At this time, Song Jian was standing at the edge of the cemetery, watching the mutant ghosts slowly floating out of the cemetery around him, one after another, as if endless. They instinctively floated towards the group of NPC pros. Although the speed was very slow, once they approached five meters of a living person, they would immediately become crazy.

Seeing countless white light spots floating up, Song Jian couldn't help but feel scared. Fortunately, he left decisively. Otherwise, once surrounded by these thirty-level monsters, he might really die here. After all, these mutated ghosts can have mental attacks. Even if Song Jian transforms into black fog, he cannot avoid so many ghosts' "soul spike" skills.

Seeing the white ghosts all over the mountains, these NPC professionals suddenly felt the pressure doubled.

"Damn it, how long will we last!" A npc, a profession of musketeer, whispered, filling the bullets with silver light into the chamber.

This is a silver bullet that specializes in killing soul monsters. It is powerful but it is also expensive. If there is no rich harvest in this battle, the musketeer might go bankrupt immediately.

"At most half an hour, this damn wooden box will fall down." Sophie, a pro-wizard, looked up at the floating situation of the wooden box and shouted gritted her teeth.

"Half an hour? I think I can only hold on for ten minutes at most!" A warrior professional npc holding a shield screamed, wielding his long sword to slash at a mutated ghost;

The mutant ghost scratched its shield and made a sharp friction sound, which made people feel upset. The mutant ghost, which was almost immune to physical attacks, made most of the warrior's attack methods lose their effect;

"Sorry, everyone, I have to leave. If I persist, I'm afraid I can only stay here forever." A short half-length man NPC said apologetically.

Then, its body slowly became transparent and eventually disappeared. The half-ling thief directly used the invisibility technique, activated the acceleration, and rushed out of the cemetery;

As long as the crazy ghosts around him turned red, the ghosts in the distance were still just confused and could not see through their invisibility, so the halfling quickly left the area.

Leaving this cemetery means that it has given up all the items in the wooden box above its head, but compared with its own life, even the most precious items can be given up.

The departure of the halfling seemed to shake the entire temporary team. Several NPC professionals' eyes flashed, as if they were hesitating whether to leave;

"Stand it, the wooden box will only exist for ten minutes after it falls. Once we leave, we will pass by this opportunity!" Sophie seemed to see the people's shaken and immediately shouted loudly.

At this moment, the guy with wood texture suddenly roared, his body began to swell quickly, and his legs turned into tree roots and pierced towards the depths of the earth;

"Sut, you should have done this long ago!" Sophie's eyes showed a look of surprise and shouted at the tree man;

"Stand!" Su Te roared in a muffled voice, and his whole person turned into a big tree seven or eight meters high. At the same time, countless branches fell from the sky and pierced into the soil, eventually forming a semicircular tree fort that protected everyone;

The tree castle only left an opening more than one person wide. Other places, like walls, blocked all the mutated ghosts outside. For a moment, the pressure on everyone was greatly reduced.

"Beautiful job, Sut!"

"Thanks to you, Sut, if there is a certificate of transfer in the wooden box, we will never compete with you!"

Sut, who turned into an ancient tree, was under the attack of more than a dozen mutant ghosts, and his qi and blood value dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, when he heard the shouts of several people, he still smiled with relief.

Sut stayed at level 30 for too long. Without a full-time certificate, it could only stay at this level and its strength could not improve. Therefore, this item is something it must have. Every time the wooden box fell, it would not be missing. However, for such a long time, it had never encountered a wooden box loaded with a certificate of transfer. It can only be said that it was unlucky.

With Sut's help, several NPC professions were relieved. Two healing professions were even constantly pumping Sut's blood. As long as the qi and blood value were full, Sut's energy continued to hang down branches to form a solid tree wall to protect everyone.

Song Jian looked at the npc professionals fighting in the distance and frowned. According to this situation, they would definitely be able to hold on until the wooden box fell.

"Can I just have to go for a waste?" Song Jian's face became ugly, but soon, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Since the wooden box is still floating in the air, can't I go up directly!"

With a thought, Song Jian's figure disappeared immediately. Instead, a large black fog appeared on the spot. The fog covered the area within a radius of more than ten meters. However, the moment it appeared, the fog began to roll and gather towards the center. In a short while, it turned into a thick fog that was only three meters square.

"This is the limit I can compress now!" Song Jian sighed in his heart. Although he also had an attack effect in the black fog, the most obvious thing was to escape, so Song Jian spent a lot of effort on it.

If he wants, he can dissipate into a fog covering the area close to thirty meters. If he compresses inward, he can become like this now, with a thick fog that is only three meters square;

After turning into this three-meter-square black fog, Song Jian slowly floated towards the wooden box in the air;
Chapter completed!