Chapter 854 The Lost City (3)

Author: Jin Sisi

Chapter 854 The Lost City (3)

When she turned sideways and raised her hand to dodge, the silk thread scraping across the back of her hand was like the sharpest weapon, piercing the depths of her spirit body.

Su Nanzhi stood motionless, staring at the threads all over the room.

These threads are condensed by resentment and can be driven with just a thought. They control not only the body, but also the spirit body.

If you are not careful, you will be made into a puppet by the seemingly soft and delicate silk thread, and become as miserable and weird as the spirit in front of you.

The thread paused for a few seconds and suddenly approached Su Nanzhi's body. There were already criss-crossing lines of sight behind her, and there was no way to retreat.

Su Nanzhi raised his hand and blocked the peach wood sword in front of him and swept it across. Damn it, 10% of the loss was lost after cutting the thread, but the thread condensed again in the next second.

In their home field, it is so outrageous.

If you continue to use it like this, you won't be able to get out even if you use up a mahogany sword.

Su Nanzhi raised his eyes, and the purification power condensed in his hand caused the threads to break inch by inch. Then, holding the peach wood sword in his hand, he rushed towards the puppet in front of him.

Although it is made into a puppet, it is very flexible and has endless threads.

This is just a little monster, but it's already so troublesome.

Su Nanzhi thrust the mahogany sword into the puppet's body, and a silk thread passed through her palm at this time.

This sword had the power of purification, and as it fell to the ground, its appearance returned to its original appearance, its body like a burned puppet, Su Nanzhi calmly pulled out the silk thread in his palm.

The pain was so painful that she couldn't help but gasp. This feeling made her want to jerk out.

Su Nanzhi understood that that thing used the same method to connect to other planes and affect the resentful spirits in the source world of the special game.

What kind of resentment can bear such terrible power?

I don’t know if other people will encounter such a puppet spirit. Players whose abilities cannot cope with this kind of power will be in great trouble if they encounter it.

Su Nanzhi looked at the white corner exposed in the gap behind where the puppet originally stood. Just in case, she used a vine to get it into her hand.

This is a picture, it doesn't look like something that would be found in this place.

The painting is a place similar to an execution platform or an altar.

The simple composition, like a random drawing, feels familiar no matter how you look at it, as if you have seen this style of painting somewhere.

Su Nanzhi put away the painting and looked around, but found no other clues.

Kill a monster and give a clue?

Doesn't that thing want to stop players?

If the system could do things right under its nose, why would it still take the system so long to find the powerful person in this world?

Su Nanzhi couldn't understand.

It's unclear whether this painting is a clue or a trap.

Back on the street, Su Nanzhi was going to look for the place on the painting while walking.

There was nothing in the information bar on the system interface, time was stagnant, and she didn't know how long she had been walking. When the sky suddenly darkened, Su Nanzhi stopped, turned around and looked back.

A layer of black mist quickly swept across the entire sky, and in an instant, the whole street seemed to be lively.

From the corner shrouded in thick darkness, something crawled out.

It was a pieced together body with its limbs folded abnormally, causing it to crawl on the ground in a weird posture, with several different faces squeezed onto its head.

They seemed to be painfully pulling outwards, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the body. The skin collapsed to the extreme and then retracted, then pulled outwards, and then were pulled back by strange forces.
Chapter completed!