Chapter 17: Arrival ()

The sky in the underworld is shrouded in dark clouds, and the world is connected by blood-red rain. The gloomy wind whistles from time to time, blowing the straight rain lines away.

At this time, Yan Xiu was lying in an open space, holding the slightly ferocious skull with both hands, allowing the blood-red rain to hit him.

"I've never slept in the rain!"

Yan Xiu turned over and lay on his back on the ground. Looking at the continuous rain, he said childishly.

Suddenly, a strange aura enveloped him, and Yan Xiu's eyes turned black and he lost consciousness.

At the same time, a three-meter-high silver skeleton broke away and enveloped it, with the aura that had just made Yan Xiu dizzy.

"Oh no! The person is gone!" As soon as he broke away, the skeleton's pupils flashed, and he looked at the place where Yan Xiu disappeared in a horror. His body shook and he came to the place where Yan Xiu disappeared.

"This magic fluctuation...is a feast of the undead! Isn't he a first-level skeleton? How could he get this magic?

Alas... I wouldn't have given up this great opportunity if I had known this. I hope he can come back alive! Otherwise, he will..." The skeleton murmured as he looked at the place where Yan Xiu disappeared.

"Where is this...?" After Yan Xiu regained consciousness, he entered the goal, which was a street similar to that of the early Middle Ages in the West.

Just when Yan Xiu was confused, a wave of strange fluctuations suddenly appeared in the air more than ten meters away from him. The alert Yan Xiu immediately flashed into the shop on the street and hid it.

Yan Xiu had just been dodging, and the fluctuations in the air suddenly accelerated. After a while, a strange twist appeared in the air, and a light green skeleton warrior suddenly appeared there.

Seeing the light green skeleton warrior appear, Yan Xiu's soul fire leaped, trying hard to hide his body more secretly.

But what Yan Xiu didn't expect was that he hid so secretly, but he did not hide it from the light green skeleton warrior. Fortunately, the light green skeleton warrior just glanced at the direction he was in contempt and flew away.

"hateful!"

Although the departure of the light green skeleton warrior relaxed Yan Xiu's hanging heart, its contemptuous eyes deeply touched Yan Xiu's self-esteem.

"Oh! It seems that I am still too weak!" Yan Xiu came out of his hiding place, his dark bone claws tightly clasped together, and the soul fire flashed, looking faintly at the direction where the light green skull was moving away, and said.

"Forget it, it's not a day to improve your strength. The most urgent task now is to figure out what this is." After a long time, Yan Xiu retracted his complicated gaze and said softly.

Looking around, he walked in the opposite direction with the light green skeleton warrior.

"It seems that I have been a skeleton for more than half a year, and my head is stiff. I can't even see it so obvious." Yan Xiu stopped in front of a human-shaped statue, patted his head and smiled bitterly.

"Damn the dead, go back to hell!" Just as Yan Xiu was smiling bitterly, a shrill and crazy roar came from behind him.

Yan Xiu turned around and saw a Western man in his thirties and forties, wearing leather armor and holding a broad sword, rushing towards him frantically.

Yan Xiu's mouth opened and closed. If he had flesh and blood, we could clearly see that he was swallowing his saliva.

For some reason, when Yan Xiu saw this person, he couldn't help but feel an appetite, as if he was not a person rushing towards him, but a rich dish.

Although Yan Xiu wanted to know why this was the case, the man did not give him time to investigate. He quickly rushed to Yan Xiu, jumped up, and slashed Yan Xiu's head with both hands with a strong broad sword.

"Puchi" Yan Xiu cut the man and the sword into two pieces with one sword. Although Yan Xiu did not want to kill him, for some reason, the moment Yan Xiu used his sword, his heart was suddenly filled with violence and he did not hesitate. How could that person who was only a first-level rank at best stop him from having his full sword? He was immediately cut into two pieces.

"What's wrong with me? The sequelae of devouring souls?" Yan Xiu stared at the corpse in a daze and said.

"Huh! What is that?" At this moment, a white gas filled with the breath of life emerged from the corpse.

As soon as the gas appeared, Yan Xiu was so mean to suck the gas into the fire of his soul.

"It's so wonderful!" Yan Xiu discovered from his perception that half of this gas was absorbed by the soul fire, and the other half flowed into the bones and was assimilated by the Mingyan Dou Qi. Judging from the energy of this gas, as long as you absorb more than a dozen more streams of Yan Xiu, you can steadily enter the second level.

"Oh! I finally saw humans, but I didn't expect it to be my advanced nutrient." Yan Xiu woke up from horror, looked at the corpse, and said sadly.

Marshal's Mansion, in the study.

At this time, Faorzhen stood in front of the window, looking out the window with a distant and pity, as if his eyes were through the layers of walls, and seeing the city like purgatory.

Doudong, a knock on the door sounded.

"Come in!" Faor said without looking back.

The door of 'Squeak' was pushed open, and the tower-like body walked in steadily.

Talon bowed and said, "Marcedes-Master, the last general has sent his wife out of Carter City."

"Thank you for your hard work!" Faor turned around, reached out and patted Taron's shoulder, and said.

At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the house. After a while, the door was pushed open. A handsome young man in armor rushed in.

"Last general Talond, see the marshal!" The young man was glared at by Talon and saluted Faor.

Faor said: "Get up! What happened when you are so anxious?"
Chapter completed!