Chapter: 2400
Rather than speaking in a literal sense, this is in line with the compulsion of a master-level rule-type prop.
In the silent silence, he saw disturbances in the dense fog ahead, and a tall and strange silhouette loomed, as if approaching him, but there was no sound at all.
As the silhouette approached, Zhang Yuanqing saw it more and more clearly. It was a three-meter-tall giant with three heads and eight arms.
He was bare-chested, with twisted muscles that only appeared in comics, and his skin was pale gray, like a muscular man carved out of granite.
But the strange thing is that the giant's eyes were black and empty, blood flowed down his cheeks like tears, and the eyeballs were gouged out. On the other hand, there were dark red wounds on his neck, shoulder blades, and the base of his thighs, as if he had been dismembered and put together again.
Far, the ancient god of war? ! This idea popped into Zhang Yuanqing's mind for the first time. Three heads and eight arms are the unique symbols of the ancient God of War.
No wonder. He immediately understood the origin of the dense fog, and also understood the reason why the Galemaker's gloves could not blow away the fog.
��It's hard to say that the ancient giant in front of him is still alive. This is not even its corpse, because it walks silently. Zhang Yuanqing suspects that it was formed by the condensation of dense fog.
The unyielding will after the death of the ancient god of war, or the unwilling obsession turned into a thick fog? But he couldn't sense the breath of the spirit body.
Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to be careless even more, and held his breath.
Even if the opponent is a wraith, he will not have the slightest thought of going up to fight.
He's past the age when he has his hands in his pockets and doesn't know what an opponent is.
How does the little flying stick compare to the ancient sausage?
The three-headed and eight-armed ancient god of war approached step by step, and quickly approached Zhang Yuanqing. When the distance between the two sides was three meters, it seemed to sense something and stopped suddenly.
Zhang Yuanqing's heart almost stopped beating, and then beat uncontrollably and rapidly, and his blood pressure soared.
He dared not move.
If you haven't read the employee handbook, encountered thick fog, and saw the obsession of the ancient god of war, the normal reaction would definitely be to run away, but once you act, you will definitely be targeted by the obsession in the dense fog.
A dead end.
The fog flowed quietly, the ancient God of War stood still, and Zhang Yuanqing did not dare to move.
The two sides were in a stalemate for a few seconds, and the ancient God of War suddenly let out an angry, unwilling, and endlessly resentful roar:
"%?#!"
%?#? This seems to be a dialect, the pronunciation is very strange, and its difficulty is comparable to the dialect of Jiangnan Leather City. Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand it.
Finally, after a deep growl, the ancient war god passed Zhang Yuanqing with silent steps and continued on his way.
Phew. Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, an erratic and strange call came from the garden:
"Zhang Yuanqing~"
The sound was like a cat squealing. It was scary and weird to hear in the silent night, and it made people feel chills.
Zhang Yuanqing's hair exploded.
Staying in the Dodder Garden for too long has triggered a crisis in this area.
"Zhang Yuanqing, Zhang Yuanqing~" JrNovels.com
In the silent silence, he saw disturbances in the dense fog ahead, and a tall and strange silhouette loomed, as if approaching him, but there was no sound at all.
As the silhouette approached, Zhang Yuanqing saw it more and more clearly. It was a three-meter-tall giant with three heads and eight arms.
He was bare-chested, with twisted muscles that only appeared in comics, and his skin was pale gray, like a muscular man carved out of granite.
But the strange thing is that the giant's eyes were black and empty, blood flowed down his cheeks like tears, and the eyeballs were gouged out. On the other hand, there were dark red wounds on his neck, shoulder blades, and the base of his thighs, as if he had been dismembered and put together again.
Far, the ancient god of war? ! This idea popped into Zhang Yuanqing's mind for the first time. Three heads and eight arms are the unique symbols of the ancient God of War.
No wonder. He immediately understood the origin of the dense fog, and also understood the reason why the Galemaker's gloves could not blow away the fog.
��It's hard to say that the ancient giant in front of him is still alive. This is not even its corpse, because it walks silently. Zhang Yuanqing suspects that it was formed by the condensation of dense fog.
The unyielding will after the death of the ancient god of war, or the unwilling obsession turned into a thick fog? But he couldn't sense the breath of the spirit body.
Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to be careless even more, and held his breath.
Even if the opponent is a wraith, he will not have the slightest thought of going up to fight.
He's past the age when he has his hands in his pockets and doesn't know what an opponent is.
How does the little flying stick compare to the ancient sausage?
The three-headed and eight-armed ancient god of war approached step by step, and quickly approached Zhang Yuanqing. When the distance between the two sides was three meters, it seemed to sense something and stopped suddenly.
Zhang Yuanqing's heart almost stopped beating, and then beat uncontrollably and rapidly, and his blood pressure soared.
He dared not move.
If you haven't read the employee handbook, encountered thick fog, and saw the obsession of the ancient god of war, the normal reaction would definitely be to run away, but once you act, you will definitely be targeted by the obsession in the dense fog.
A dead end.
The fog flowed quietly, the ancient God of War stood still, and Zhang Yuanqing did not dare to move.
The two sides were in a stalemate for a few seconds, and the ancient God of War suddenly let out an angry, unwilling, and endlessly resentful roar:
"%?#!"
%?#? This seems to be a dialect, the pronunciation is very strange, and its difficulty is comparable to the dialect of Jiangnan Leather City. Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand it.
Finally, after a deep growl, the ancient war god passed Zhang Yuanqing with silent steps and continued on his way.
Phew. Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, an erratic and strange call came from the garden:
"Zhang Yuanqing~"
The sound was like a cat squealing. It was scary and weird to hear in the silent night, and it made people feel chills.
Zhang Yuanqing's hair exploded.
Staying in the Dodder Garden for too long has triggered a crisis in this area.
"Zhang Yuanqing, Zhang Yuanqing~" JrNovels.com
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