The sky was as fear as a curtain, and red clouds as blood. The extremely radioactive deadly metal dust filled the sky above Lan City. Under the dark glory, the red giant held the back of his head with his hands and ran wildly on the main road of Lan City, trying to avoid another disaster that was about to come.

Xia Wushuang pushed open the VIP room door with a long sword in front of her eyes, but her figure flew backwards quickly as the door opened. And the moment he flew backwards, a rotten arm stained with green venom flew out from behind the door and almost hit him on his cheek.

The stench that made people feel vomited was emitted from the arm of the ghoul. Xia Wushuang held her breath, and the blue blade scattered a murderous sword light, instantly slashing the cut-off arm apart.

Inevitably, the hazel blood spots splattered on his black sweatshirt. The hissing corrosive sound accompanied by the curling black smoke, and the inexplicable coolness kept hitting Xia Wushuang's tough nerves. At this moment, he felt as if he was close to death.

But the facts prove that the smarter the more people think. Those brown blood spots are not as terrifying as he thought. The wind-like airflow that has been lingering on the outer layer of his body immediately weathered and hardened it as soon as it touched the strong acid, turning it into a nearly harmless blood-colored shale.

Resistant skin is actually a common characteristic of magicians. It has surpassed the body of mortals and will naturally bring some additional special attributes, such as fire resistance, cold resistance, poison resistance, etc.

"I thought you were really not afraid of death?" Feeling Xia Wushuang's inner excitement, No. 7, who had been suppressed by the host's IQ, finally found the scene back from his mouth.

"Are you afraid of death? No." Xia Wushuang was unwilling to admit that he raised the Tang sword in his hand and plucked up the courage in his heart (or the irrepressible madness in his heart), and looked directly at the VIP door that had closed again, as if he was about to see the demon who had been hiding in the VIP room through the damn automatic closing door.

"I just don't want to die inexplicably." I muttered to myself silently. Xia Wushuang had already opened the door lightly again and poked the long sword in his hand in.

The light blue blade is like a long and narrow mirror reflecting the scenery of Senluo in the VIP room.

On the originally pure white walls, there were shocking blood gullies, and the unique corrosive blood of the ghouls splattered in these gullies, which had already corroded the four walls to a fragile effect. Under the walls of the VIP room, two men and women were naked and still in a state of intercourse. Their pupils were scattered and their faces were terrified. There was a totem on the man's back that was alive like a ghost, and on the woman's beautiful breasts, there was a pair of blue bruises that were not like humans.

After the arrival of the end of the world, the man and woman who were not ashamed and impatient were obviously dead. The two gray cheeks seemed to have been drained from all their vitality. They were obviously pale and thin, but they were like a cloth that had been soaked in water for a whole year, with an indescribable sense of decay and decay.

Those who accompanied them were also ghouls with corpses and internal organs scattered all over the ground. These were the first wave of undead creatures that traveled through the rifts of the plane. They were the most powerful veterans among ghouls, but their fates could not escape the fate of death. They died in strange shapes and were extremely cruel.

Holding back the strong emotions in his heart that he wanted to escape, Xia Wushuang carefully moved Tang Dao sideways...

A green and a blood-red eye suddenly appeared on the blade of the blade. The deep and bloodthirsty gaze seemed to possess a magic power of soul-catching and soul-absorbing, which made Xia Wushuang's mind startle, and almost showed signs of soul separation.

"It turned out to be a ghoul born from a dead lich..."

No. 7 thought silently, Xia Wushuang had already pushed open the door of the VIP room with cruelty.

There was no powerful monster as imagined, nor did it suddenly attack from behind the door. What appeared in front of them was a disabled person with a strong spirit but extremely weak body. Judging from its large body of a calf, it could indeed be called an elite among the ghouls. But at this time, its entire lower body had melted, and the green corpse liquid under its body was like a pool of water that was beyond evasion, constantly eroding its body, and it was about to "eat" its stomach when it went up.

The entire VIP room was filled with a suffocating stench. Even if there were broken perfume bottles everywhere, the scent of the fragrance would only render the strong corpse stinking more aggressively.

"Sa...Sa..." A terrifying moan came from the ghoul's throat. Then, in Xia Wushuang's shocked gaze, it stuffed its only remaining hand into its mouth and chewed it in big mouthfuls.

Its lower body slowly grew a little as the arm entered the abdomen, but this was just a drop in the bucket and could not have the effect of self-rescue.

"What a pity, this guy could have become the King of Ghouls." No. 7 pursed his lips, and the result was too surprising.

"Is this important?" Xia Wushuang stood far away and was preparing to use a wind bomb to rescue the reserve ghost king.

"If I were you, I would never do this. Since this guy would use evil sacrifices with humans as sacrifices, he would definitely have his own intelligence, and maybe he would be a reincarnated lich." The slightly joking voice of No. 7 directly blocked Xia Wushuang's killing intentions.

"Then what?"

"In the soul fire of the Lich, there is a treasure called the Lich Heart. Human magicians can obtain a lot of unexpected magic by analyzing this inherited heart." When No. 7 said this, his voice suddenly became very low, and his voice began to become very ghostly: "I can completely help you disconnect it and get the amount of skills that you can't obtain if you complete ten forced tasks."

Xia Wushuang's whole body trembled, and his heartbeat couldn't help but tremble. Can a lich alone provide more than ten magic? She can simply be called the magic tutor of an awakened person. So, where is the next lich? His big knife is already hungry.

"No!" After a moment of excitement, Xia Wushuang suddenly woke up and gradually said suspiciously: "Things are definitely not as simple as you, a cheater, say, what conspiracy do you have!"

He firmly believes that there is no cake in the world that can be obtained for no reason.

"Master, your suspicion makes me sad... Well, I admit that it was your wit that made me bored. I want you to help me exchange a book "Basic Magic Analysis" to the Super God console, so that I can flip and play when I am bored." No. 7's grievance lasted for less than a second, and then revealed his fangs hidden behind the darkness.

A system that can calculate the host is indeed not a good system.

"Can I see it too?" It doesn't matter what No. 7 has, but what is important is whether this matter is beneficial to him.

"Of course!" Number seven's eyes lit up, there was a chance this matter!

"So how much psychic energy does it need?"

"It's only three thousand!"

"..." Xia Wushuang's pair of tricks opened up, and almost blurted out, "I'll go and you bought a watch" to highlight his mood at this moment.

The topic came to an abrupt end. Next, Xia Wushuang followed No. 7's instructions and carefully tilted the skull of the ghoul with the blade in her hand. You can imagine that the scene at that time was actually not much different from the live-knocking monkey brain, but this was just like a gray soul flame that was squirming from a different ghoul.

The ghoul who was cut off from his brain was actually dead, but his body, like a stick, was still shaking. It doesn’t matter whether it is cruel or not. People will always kill people. As for whether the methods used are humane, it is secondary.

The soul fire of the undead creature is very fragile without the protection of its body. Just like the soul fire that this reincarnated lich has, it will immediately turn into two crystals, one ashes and one basket after only being exposed in the air for a few seconds.

"I heard you are an orphan?"

"Is there any connection?"

"Have you ever thought that you were actually the illegitimate son of the goddess of luck?" No. 7 stared at the walnut-sized dust crystal in Xia Wushuang's hands, not as if she was joking.

"Haha!" Xia Wushuang admitted that he had always been lucky and that he would win more and lose less when buying lottery tickets. But this is the character he accumulated by helping his grandmother cross the road. It has a half-dollar relationship with the goddess of luck?
Chapter completed!