I looked at the black mucus at the feet of Gat, and then looked back at the evil ones around me.

At this moment, the evil son had completely climbed out of the sticky mucus and stood beside me like a bodyguard.

Seeing me turn my head to look at it, the evil son also looked at me deliberately, nodded, and was saying hello to me.

“Do you feel familiar?”I tried to ask a question.

The evil son looked at me confused, did not seem to understand what I meant, nodded for a moment, and shook his head.

To tell the truth, the appearance of the evil son and the gamma is similar.

They are beyond the ordinary.

Whether it is the evil ghosts formed by the human soul, or the fairy family that the animals practice the way into, in short, those innocent animals have a general appearance.

It’s close to humans or it’s almost animal.

Like the evil son and Gatham, it is no longer in it.

But it is quite appropriate to use the word "devil" in the mouth of the old monk.

Gatto slightly hooked his waist, his hands were placed on both sides of the line, the only one eye that remained in the eye, looking straight to the other side of the air.

“Ah...”

It roared in a low voice, making a sound like a wild dog threatening the enemy, and more and more black mucus oozing from the soles of its feet, but they soon spread out, covering most of the area of the temple.

The evil son reacted faster than I did, and without waiting for me to make a move to escape, he jerked his hand and picked me up from the ground.

I thought that the evil son would choose to escape, after all, it also has the instinct to avoid the evil, but at this time it is just standing in a daze, leaving those black mucus without their own feet, and there is no reaction.

“Is this harmful to me?”I asked the wicked a word.

It nodded, very humane um, the tone of speech is similar to ordinary people, that is nothing before.

I didn’t ask any more questions, and looked down to the ground.

Everything I saw made my scalp.

The true center of Gantha's life, the ground on all sides, covered the black mucus.

God knows how much of this black liquid came out of Gatham’s body.

Sticky, rotten, and also active.

Like a conscious, squirming, rolling, not slowly spreading to other places.

When the ground of the entire underground space is occupied by these black mucus ... they begin to spread along the wall, quietly extending upward.

After a closer look for half a minute, I found that these liquids were very similar to the mucus that flowed out of my body before the fall of the evil son, but the smell was different.

“Ha...haha...”

At this time, Gatzen suddenly gasped with a big mouth, the corners of his mouth grinned to both sides, and the excitement in his eyes also transformed into madness in an instant.

Its hooves do not seem to be stuck by those mucus, or its entire body is floating on the mucus, just like stepping on the field, running will make a kicking sound.

Gatto went straight to the gas, opened his mouth, exposed the teeth full of mouth, and shouted straight into the veins, as if he were defiant.

I have to say, in this regard, I am very impressed with Gaddafi.

The wronged people have the instinct to avoid evil, to seek profit and avoid harm, and the strength of the old creatures can feel even those of us who are alive, not to mention it?

But even so, it is the same as not, still standing outside the airline to scold the mountain door.

This kind of courage is not something we can look at.

After a while, I only felt that the ground gently trembling twice, a black steel thorn about half a meter long, and instantly sprang out of the air veins, and it should be for the head of Gat.

But this time it failed, Gatham's reaction was extremely fast, raised his hand sharply, held it gently, and held the black long thorn in his hand, as if he had not made half the strength, and clicked to break it.

“Erby’s attack... actually let it stop...” I stared at the scene incredulously, and said to myself, “Can the power of Gaddafi be able to compete with Erpthe... this should not be...”

At this time, I suddenly found that the frenchmark in my pocket was hot, as if it was thrown in the fire to make people burn red.

The cold heat made me sore my teeth and grinned, and I almost didn’t call out.

When I put up with the pain of pulling the Fa-print out of my pocket, I saw that this thing had changed color, and the whole thing became gray, and there were many burr particles on the surface, touching some hand.

Look closely, the burrs are drilled out of the French seal... a similar black worm.

The place I touched was their heads.

The largest of these insects is only large in rice grains, the smallest are almost invisible, can only blur to see a small black spot.

After they came out of the French print, they fell directly into the black mucus under our feet, and floated on top of the mucus, quickly swam in the direction of Gatzen.

Because of their small size, coupled with the color of the body surface and mucus are black, so after pulling a certain distance from me, it can not be seen.

But from the action of Gatlan flapping his arm . . . those worms should have crawled to Gatham, and it seemed to have caused a lot of trouble to Gatham, and it seemed to make it quite irritable.

Like the mosquitoes, Gat doesn’t stop patting all parts of his body.

At the same time, there is also an abnormality on the other side of the gas.

The entrance began to have regular cracks, and countless cracks began from the entrance, extending from all directions without delay.

After about half a minute, the cracked stone bricks began to collapse, constantly collapsing into the air veins, and the entrance is getting bigger and bigger.

Gatten should feel something, shuddered out, the movement is extremely flexible, running up is still very stable, God knows how its pair of small hooves to maintain balance...

Coincidentally, it had just run out of front and foot, and the back foot collapsed, and it was not generally serious, and countless scraps of rubble fell into the big hole, which looked like a pit ready to devour the outside world, and was still expanding.

“Can you fight it?”I asked the bad guy.

The evil son looked at Gatham's side and shook his head.

“What about the one below?”I asked again.

Listening to me, the devil shook his head more, his eyes were not so much fear, full of helplessness looking at me, it seemed impossible to get those things, let it be quite ashamed.

In this process, the evil son hugged me, and was constantly retreating, controlling the speed, and pulling away from the cave that collapsed.

When it stops, the trend of collapse over there stops.

At least most of the whole hall was swallowed by the pit.

Looking at it, I just feel an unspeakable sense of oppression.

Although there is no light in the cave, it is the darkness of reaching out and not seeing the five fingers, but I can always feel that Er is hidden in the darkness, and he is quietly peeping into the outside world.

“Oh, hey!”

Gatachen howled without warning, his hands covering his head, and shaking constantly, his howling sound sounded incomparably painful.

With its sound, the black mucus that spread throughout the underground space, and the squirming of the brush, countless fist-sized drum packs appeared on the mucus.

Not only that, many chopsticks are thick and thin, and the "line" composed of black mucus is also drilled out of the drum bag.

Like snakes, taller raised their bodies, and their bodies were tugging wildly, seemingly echoing with Gatino.

Before I could figure out the situation, the black line-like monsters two or three meters high went straight through the air.

Their rapid crawling movements are almost in line with that of ordinary snakes.

“Was it made by Gator?”I asked curiously.

Although the evil son is the "tool" I have called out, it also has its own thinking ability, and the perception is much stronger than I am.

Looking at it so excited, I’m sure, the fall of the evil son was definitely discovering something.

“Oooh.”The thumping nods, and the eyes grow more excited.

At this time, the Fa-prints I held in my hand were also restored to their original appearance, and the strangeness of it seemed to be my hallucination, as if those had never happened...No... that should be true!

When I grasped the seal, I could clearly feel that there was some connection between this thing and Gatham's time, as if there was some connection that I could not understand.

Gatten...the sander...

I thought of this, and looked up at Gatham's body, and the head was full of misty mutter.

“Obviously the gap is so big... how do I feel... they’re kind of like...”