Looking down from the sky, you can see countless white arms stretching out from the ground, slender fingers that look like they are weak and helpless slowly crawling on the ground, and behind them are sheets of thin paper.
The whole crowd suddenly became confused.
They couldn't believe that they were so careful to avoid these Beauty Paper, but they didn't expect that a large group of them followed behind them.
After those Beauty Paper realized that the candidates had discovered them, they immediately had no idea of hiding anymore.
"Hehe."
Countless slender hands stretched out from the darkness, as well as rows of white teeth.
When they saw this scene, everyone's scalps went numb and they subconsciously ran forward.
But the next second, more and more Beauty Paper appeared in front.
In just a few moments, nearly half of the candidates present were dead or injured. The screams one after another swept through the ears, turning the entire mountain into a purgatory.
Fear, despair, etc. Negative Emotions seem to have become the nourishment for these Beauty Paper. The colors on their bodies are becoming more and more vivid, so lifelike that it seems that they will all come out from inside in the next second.
The smell of blood on the tip of his nose gradually became stronger. Yan Shun'an lay on the ground, breathing hard, feeling that his internal organs were shattered by this attack. What made him even more desperate was that more and more Human Skin papers were surrounding them, surrounding them all.
There is no hope, no hope of living.
Yan Shun'an swallowed the blood in his mouth with difficulty, only to feel that his western limbs were gradually becoming weak. Many delicate hands were caressing his body. Those charming-looking beauties were lying on his body, and their sharp teeth began to swallow up the blood on his body bit by bit.
He used all his strength to raise his head and looked at the village gate not far away, his expression gradually becoming desperate.
"It's obviously just a little bit close, it's obviously just a little bit far away, and we can all survive."
But fate just played a joke on them.
They tried so hard to live, but they all had to die here.
This is such an unfair fact that he even hates whether God has eyes or not.
Why must he die here?
Yan Shun'an Thinking of this, the unwillingness in his heart began to surge. He wanted to resist, but all his strength was sucked away.
His body was getting cold a little bit, and even the rise and fall of his chest gradually weakened, just before his eyelids gradually closed.
Suddenly, he felt the body of the monster beside him stiffen and let out a sharp and shrill wail.
Not only the Beauty Papers around Yan Shun'an screamed in fear, but all the Beauty Papers around them seemed to feel something extremely frightening, and they covered their faces in panic.
More and more Beauty Paper began to cry.
Yan Shun'an used the last bit of strength to forcefully open his eyelids and saw a scarlet thread floating in the air.
Those threads gradually became densely scattered around, like locking prey, tightly trapping the western limbs of Beauty Paper.
When Beauty Paper came into contact with this thread, it seemed as if he had been severely injured, and his whole body and mind were relaxed for a moment.
They wanted to run away, but were firmly restrained on the western limbs. The originally full Blood and Flesh was quickly sucked away, leaving only a layer of shriveled skin.
This scene looks extremely ridiculous. Beauty Paper, who was originally chasing them as prey, now looks like a wolf with its claws removed.
I can only watch myself being swallowed up bit by bit by bigger monsters.
But the focus of Yan Shun'an is not here. He is staring at the sudden appearance of Red Thread.
He just felt that the smell of this thing was very familiar to him. Suddenly, his pupils trembled for a moment, and a figure flashed in his mind.
"Mr. Bo."
Yan Shun'an chanted in a low voice, and in a daze, he could hear his heartbeat getting stronger and stronger, as if his chest would be broken in the next second.
But this look made others disgusted.
"You don't deserve to be called Mr. Bo."
Xi Guici suddenly appeared in the deep mountains. He was holding Red Thread one by one in his hand. At this moment, he looked at Yan Shun'an who fell on the ground with an evil look.
A look of disgust surged in his eyes.
For Xi Guici, he doesn't like anyone named Bo Shuo. Why can these miscellaneous fishes leave a little position on Bo Shuo's side?
Just as this thought fell, Yan Shun'an felt a sense of danger Shou Shou spread throughout his body. His teeth trembled subconsciously, and he felt his throat tightening.
He lowered his head tremblingly, and saw a Red Thread falling on his neck, as if it would pass through his throat in the next second, splitting his whole body in half.
Yan Shun'an's whole body was stiff. He did not expect that the person who came here was not Bo Shuo, but a completely strange and dangerous man.
This breath is so similar to Mr. Bo. What is the relationship between this man and Mr. Bo?
The murderous intent in the air became more and more obvious, almost solidifying.