Sherlock followed the sound source and noticed the screaming prisoner.

"Singer, what's wrong with you?"

Another prisoner called his name, and Singer, who was tall and burly and had a semi-giant blood, fell to the ground in pain, and his hp continued to decline.

"Someone, someone is stealing my life!"

He said, starting to hammer the ground in pain.

Sherlock was stunned.

I found that the white flowers on Fema's body drifted with the wind and fell on me. This was a parasitic flower.

When it comes into contact with the skin, it will immediately take root and sprout, and the stolen vitality will be transmitted to the host, namely Fema.

This is the highest level of Fema's healing technique, stealing other people's lives.

Sherlock pulled the parasitic flower out of his hand, and the white petals withered instantly.

These prisoners were all his enemies, so there was no need to tell them this information, but Sherlock could not watch Fema survive smoothly.

He walked to Fema and punched Fema in the abdomen.

Fema's body and the white petals collapsed, turning into blood mist and spreading in the air.

Fema hp=2000.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing that the one he hit was not the body.

But in the vision of the game, Fema has nowhere to escape.

Fema seemed to realize her situation, and she did not choose to hide, but instead took the initiative to attack.

The strongest attack is the most powerful defense.

Black thorns suddenly emerged from the ground, piercing Sherlock's body.

"Woodcraft·Strike!"

Feima's last blow is also the most deadly blow.

The thorns grew wildly in an instant, locking Sherlock tightly. Even if he used paper painting and his body turned into thin slices, he could not escape the thorns.

Each thorn is like a steel thorn, piercing Sherlock's body.

Moreover, they appeared without any warning and had no sound, avoiding Sherlock's domineering attitude. This feeling was like a curse!

"Why?"

Blood spilled out of Sherlock's mouth.

He didn't know how Fema did it.

"Because I used the method of burning life, the sacrifice strangulation, you can't escape, and you will definitely die."

Fema covered her chest and spit out blood with her mouth. A bright red flower bloomed on her chest, and the hp continued to decline.

"It turned out to be a way to die together..."

Sherlock's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he regretted not using his trump card in time. Pipicia dragged him into the abyss in time.

Escaped from the black thorns.

The strangulation of black thorns is never allowed to return empty-handed. Once the opponent is lost, they will retaliate against their masters.

The thorns rushed to Fema in an instant, surrounding her, and pricked her with holes.

Fema died completely.

Singer's pain stopped, and the hp stayed at 8000.

"What happened just now?"

He stood up and asked.

But no one answered him.

In the earth of the earth.

Sherlock sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Feima's last trick made him feel scared, and among the remaining 75 people, there must be more abnormalities than Feima.

How can you win if you rely on him alone?

"Does the host want to give up when it detects negative emotions?"

Pipicia stood opposite Sherlock and said with a serious expression.

"Am I like the kind of person who gives up easily?"

Sherlock lay directly on the ground, the pain spread all over his body, and was strangled by thorns and executed by Lingchi.

He looked down at the blood holes of all sizes on his body, sighing that he would probably have been pierced by thorns if it took longer.

"It hurts so much, let me take a break."

His consciousness became blurred again, but he was ruthlessly awakened by Pipicia's relatives.

"Look at this."

Pipicia raised a mirror with her own eyes.

Sherlock opened his eyes hard and looked at himself in the mirror.

hp:500-(continuously declining)

Attacked: Wood Technique, strangulation, spirit poison, curse, bondage, forgetfulness, dullness,…

His pupils dilated, and other attacks besides strangling, he didn't even know when he suffered it!

This group of people can actually attack themselves accurately without seeing them at all.

"You should have died long ago when you call someone else, but you still have the help to eat it!"

Pipicia held a bright red heart in her hands, which was still beating, as if she had just left the human body.

That's right, it's Fema's heart.

"Isn't it useful after being contaminated?"

Sherlock HP has fallen 300, but he still resists doing so.

In this way, what is the difference between him and a monster?

"If you have enough time, you can indeed make artifacts and have the ability to heal, but now you don't have time. If you don't eat it, you will die."

Pipicia frowned, "Will you die?"

"Of course I don't want to!"

Sherlock's hands collided with his beating heart and swallowed.

"Don't have a psychological burden. There is no difference between human hearts and animals. The cannibals love to eat the most is human hearts. Witches and witches all like to eat the hearts of people. Many priests can also use it. There is really no need to care so much."

Pipicia's personal comfort did not impress Sherlock at all.

"You are not human..."

"Only by eating it, you can complete self-healing, restore your physical strength, continue to fight, brush experience, and treasures."

Pipicia personally reminded,

"The talent value is equal to your experience value, which can quickly increase your abyss system level. This island also has a greater threat. Before that, you must become stronger."

It means that these 80 people are just appetizers, and there are even more terrifying monsters waiting for me... Countless terrifying monsters emerged in Sherlock's mind.

Pipicia nodded:

"Because you have taken over the mission of the favored one."

"I remember what I said was that I would consider it, but I didn't say it would definitely answer."

Sherlock looked helpless.

"It's OK not to answer, you can kill Laubron."

Pipicia personally analyzed,

"While you won't get any reward, you won't encounter any unknowable dangers. After killing Laubron, abandon those companions who have already done the wishing ceremony and move on if you can."

Sherlock was stunned, he realized the seriousness of the problem.

If he does not take on the mission of his followers and does not lift the curse of the Immortal City, his companions will not be able to leave here, and the group of monsters created by Laubron will be reborn infinitely even if they are killed by themselves.

This city will be reduced to real hell.

Sherlock can kill outsiders and take away a wave of copyists through the death of outsiders.

But I can't break the curse directly, I can only explore the path of the tomb.

Sherlock bit it down, and the bright red liquid splashed his face.

This tastes so terrible.

Too bad to eat!

The smell of blood spreads in the mouth and gastric juice begins to roll.

Sherlock almost vomited several times, but forcibly suppressed the nausea urge.

He must live, and he cherishes his life more than anyone else.
Chapter completed!