But soon I understood.

A soul-eating worm came out of the thin eye hole and burped.

Good guy.

The soul-eating worm looked at me, galled to fly into the sky, actually hit the idea on me, swam out of the thin eye and came straight to me.

I took it away, and when it came close, I reached out and grabbed it, and I pinch it to death.

The MMP!

The old man's meat is also an idea!

After I killed this soul worm, a worm bursting out of ink, which looked almost like a squid.

I waved my hand and tried to get rid of it, but it seemed to stick.

Shake for a while.

Suddenly, the bone mountain under his feet shook for a while, and I quickly jumped up a few times.

After a few seconds, I was not afraid, but I saw that the bone mountain was densely drilled out of a lot of soul-eating insects, shaking my head, staring at me like a fool.

I calculated roughly, mother, I don't know the number at all, this is not ten thousand and there are tens of thousands...

I realized that something was wrong, and it was going up.

This move, a group of people behind them followed.

It scared me to fight for my old life.

There was not much gas in my lungs, and this effort was consumed even more severely, and it would not be long before it came to the top.

I looked back, with a huge buzzing sound, and the situation was like a group of hummingbirds, rattling, and I could hear what they were called, and I must be talking about how to eat me.

It made my scalp all tingle.

A soul-eating worm is good to deal with, even if it is killed, but it is densely populated, and thousands of soul-eating insects are not so good to deal with.

As the old saying goes, the ants gnawed the dead elephant.

As long as the soul worm calls them stick, it is directly drilled into the skin.

It's hard to get it.

I swam hard, and I could not swim to the water, but I saw several people on the swim, no, several Huang Daxian.

They were blindfolded, but soon came back to God, pointed at me and yelled at me, and said yes, it was this guy, this guy had a problem!

I don't know what kind of ghost, I was actually scared by them, the first one, and dived into the water.

I was probably nervous, and I felt that the soul-eating worms under the water were better than the yellow immortals.

But there was no choice after it sank.

I raised my palm to the soul-eating worms that caught up behind me and dispersed.

But soon they gathered again.

I can't see it, I have to go over the road.

But further upstream, it was over, and the wellhead had been covered.

I swam up and pushed for a while and couldn’t open it at all.

There is no strength in the water.

I could only go back to the water, just then, the ass was bitten, I looked back, swimming fast soul worm has been caught up.

I patted it off, then struck out a few slaps, and killed a bloody path from them.

But killing, the above manhole cover seemed to be opened, but soon closed again, as if someone had thrown something down.

I took a moment.

Just then, there was a loud noise, and I didn't know what was blowing up not far above my head.

A wave pushed me down...

The MMP!

My whole body was out of control and kept falling down, not only me, but the soul-eating insects were frightened and ran down.

I quickly adjusted my status.

This will be really difficult to retreat, up and down and down can not go down.

Wait!

Just as I was pushed down by the raucous wave, I saw that there were some small holes on the top of the wall, not very large, but almost a meter wide in diameter.

I changed my position and swam through the hole.The worms were temporarily blown up and did not follow.

Seeing the hole in front of me, there were a few more explosions above the well.

This time I saw it.

Damn, an egg!

They are in the well!That’s enough blood!

Is this the rhythm of killing the old man?

The explosion of the hand mine caused several waves of waves, which lifted me up and down, and I stabilized my body and continued to move forward hard.

I finally got to the hole.

The hole was dark, but it seemed to be cut off by air, and there was no water on the other side of the hole.

At this time, the air in my lungs is also almost consumed, and I can breathe?Unless I want to die.Down?That's just stupid.

The hole in front of me is my life!I didn’t hesitate to get in a head.

A drill in.

The whole man fell directly to the ground.

The side of the hole did not know where it was, some were bleak, but there was still some light, and the light came through the well water on the other side of the hole.

I stood up.

This is a path.

It is strange that the well water on the other side of the hole did not flow to this side of the path.

This trail does not seem to be natural, with traces of artificial drilling.

I touched it four times and took the lighter out to see.

I don’t know if I had a problem with my sense of smell or if I smelled it wrong.There is a slight smell in this trail.

Not only the smell, but the wind.

Yes.

The wind.

Because the finger is sewn with water, even if the wind is weak, it can be felt by scraping.

The wind has a way out!

I walked in the direction of the wind, walked for a while, and the wind was getting bigger and bigger.

Just then.

I heard people’s voices.

Not talking, but reading something.

I went on sneaking forward, not at the exit, but with a ventilator, with a small mouth like a skylight on the ground, not very large, slapped in thickness.

I looked down through this little mouth and saw a large pot.

The amount ...

I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t wrong.

Yes!

What a pot.

But using the pot to describe it may not be accurate, it should be said to be a ding!

The three feet.

The red soup was cooked in the middle of the soup, and nothing could be seen in the soup for a while, only to see the boiling and blood.

On the edge of Ding, there is a man dressed in white, and he does not know whether it is a person, even if it is a person who is not a normal product in this place, and the scriptures I have heard are read out of this person's mouth.

Read it quickly.

I can’t hear what I’m reading.

And even more strange is that the fire burning under the ding is not firewood, I do not know what to burn, did not see, but certainly not firewood, because if it is firewood, the tongue of fire that comes out must be red, but the tongue of fire that comes out of the ding is green...

I looked at it for a moment and couldn’t see any names.

But just at this time.The direction I had come from was a strange movement, there was a grudge, and the kind of grudges was particularly grumbling, and I knew that it was death in the face of death...