第638章麻木的裂缝


    白雨鑫死了。


    The woman''s shrill scream echoed in the darkness, reverberating in the cliff.


    She died in the moment when she thought she was about to be safe, and in the unpredictable darkness.


    A man in torn clothes and hair was scattered and stinky, dancing on the wooden pallet as if he had hysteria, screaming in chaos.


    “飞下去了，飞下去了！”


    "I sent her to a pilgrimage, it was my credit, hahahahahaha..."


    Everyone crawling on the cliff saw this scene. The crazy laughter made them feel irritated and they once again felt the malice from the blessed land.


    而对吴献来说。


    In addition to fear, there is also some anger.


    Wu Xian had already climbed to the edge, and he let his hands go freely.


    Before his toes stepped on the fence, he launched an aggression like fire, and his body was pushed by mysterious forces, spreading to the man and kicking him down.


    Wu Xian originally wanted to kick this person down directly, but considering that there might be important information on this person, he did not kill him for the time being.


    Then Wu Xian looked at the inside of the plank road. It looked like a naturally formed horizontal crack on the cliff. The crack was four or five meters high and less than one meter short.


    Five or six meters near the edge of the crack, a bonfire was burning, and four people in rags were keeping warm by the bonfire.


    All of these people had numb expressions and had no reaction to Wu Xian''s fall. Tubers of some kind of plant were roasting by the bonfire, and some meat pieces that could not be distinguished.


    In addition, Wu Xian also noticed that inside the crack, there was a faint light of a candle, which might be the candle brought by the statue of the god.


    In this way, when they reach this crack, they are equivalent to reaching a certain node and can worship God once.


    The crazy man kicked down by Wu Xian got up from the ground and rushed towards Wu Xian with a strange cry.


    This man was not very strong and his movements were disorganized. His dirty face was facing Wu Xian, constantly spraying and spitting stars.


    "You are here for a pilgrimage too. I''ll send you down. I''ll send you to fly. I like flying the most!"


    Wu Xian''s eyes gradually became cold. Since there were four people next to the bonfire, there was no need to keep this guy.


    He held the man''s arm and threw him over his shoulder without mercy, throwing him directly outside the plank road, falling down like Bai Yuxin.


    When it fell, the man laughed loudly and disappeared into the bottomless cliff with laughter.


    "Ha, I flew too, I flew too..."


    …


    After throwing the man down.


    Wu Xian swayed his body twice, sitting on the ground, gasping heavily.


    He was very powerless on the cliff. He didn''t regain some confidence until he was down-to-earth again. The experience of those few hours just now was too exciting for him.


    "I shouldn''t have come to this blessed land. If I didn''t have any face at that time, I would just turn around and leave..."


    In other blessed fields, no matter how difficult the situation is, Wu Xian could at least take the initiative, and even if he died, he might bite off a piece of the enemy''s flesh.


    But on the cliff of this Dead Valley, Wu Xian could only pray that he would be lucky enough not to be cut off the rope by the crawling zombie first. After a long time, Wu Xian''s heartbeat gradually calmed down.


    And the others also arrived at the crack safely at this time. They all looked pale and lay on the ground like dehydrated fish.


    Lying in the crack and touching the solid ground, this sense of security is indescribable. Everyone wishes to lie here all the time and never return to that terrifying valley of Dead.


    At first, Wu Xian was accompanied by a total of sixteen people on the cliff. Just a few hours after entering the blessed land, two of them had already lost their lives.


    I don’t know how many lives of this blessed land will be swallowed up next.


    But the deaths of Bai Yuxin and Tang Shiyao were just the beginning.


    If you want to leave the blessed land, you have to go down to the bottom of the Dead Valley. This safe crack is just a transfer station on their way.


    After a little rest, Wu Xian got up, and when his hand shook, a golden collar appeared in his hand.


    Wu Xian hung the collar on his hand, and the collar automatically shrank and turned into a bracelet. There are three small gold bells on the bracelet, which are the small gold bells of the precious magic weapon.


    Every time the golden bell rings, it will trigger a special effect, but unless Wu Xian specifically urges it, the bell will not ring no matter how he shakes it.


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    Next he would investigate the people sitting by the bonfire. These guys didn''t know whether they were enemies or friends, so Wu Xian had to be cautious enough.


    Seeing Wu Xian walking towards those people, Jiang Huaian also consciously followed Wu Xian. Seeing this, Wu Xian realized that this person was also a very experienced relative.


    If JAC An didn''t have much problem, he might be Wu Xian''s good helper in this blessed land.


    There were four people by the bonfire, two men and two women, all of whom were extremely sloppy, with loose hair and thin faces. If someone hadn''t had a beard but someone hadn''t grown, it would be difficult for Wu Xian to tell whether these people were men or women.


    “各位晚上好？”


    Wu Xian asked tentatively.


    "Where is this? Are there only a few people in this crack?"


    None of the four responded to Wu Xian''s words. They were all staring at the food in the fire, and they didn''t even look at Wu Xian and the others.


    Think about it carefully, no matter when the crazy man sneaked into Bai Yuxin just now, or when the crazy man died, these four people did not react at all.


    But Wu Xian was a little unwilling to accept it. He changed several questions and even exuded murderous aura to try to intimidate these people, but none of them responded.


    In the end, Wu Xian even slapped one of them, but his eyes were still very empty, without fear or joy.


    Therefore, Wu Xian had to give up talking to them for the time being.


    But their performance of not speaking is also an important information. It is not voluntary for them to become like this. So what makes them dull is also something that Wu Xian needs to be vigilant about.


    After bypassing these four people, Wu Xian and Jianghuai''an came to a place where the statue of the **** was placed.


    There are thirteen tables in front of you, which corresponds to the current thirteen survivors. The evil man Wang Jiudan was excluded.


    These statues of gods are very familiar to Wu Xian, and there is a silk incense on the table. Even if you are newcomers, you can worship the gods directly. This is more friendly than the last time when you were in a tragic school.


    These statues should be one for each person, so Wu Xian didn''t wait for the others, so he first picked up a statue of the water official - the master Xuanming, and bowed down with the incense of silk.


    The blessing effect of [Taiyi Disciple] requires enough magic weapons to be activated, so this statue of the Xuanming Lord is the most suitable for Wu Xian.


    (End of this chapter)