Chapter 675 A Subcontinent Full of Death Power

() "Is this a resentful spirit?" Hank, who has extraordinary powers himself, quickly judged what happened to him. After the horror, Hank's face was full of puzzlement. Where he is now, why is it? Might come across something like this?

Although he has never seen it, he has heard that there is the legendary Yunzhong City in the sky above Xenapus where he is located. Among them, holy angels from the heavens live. There are such creatures. How could he be here? Will there be grievances? This is completely unreasonable, there is no room for undead to survive here.

So Hank carefully checked his small living space, but he never found any traces left by his deceased friend, as if what he just saw was really just an illusion.

"Is it really an illusion?" Hank was a little puzzled. "It may be that I have been too tired from overtime recently, so I have an illusion! This is an illusion that only occurs when I miss my old friend."

After thinking to no avail, Hank ate a piece of compressed food distributed by the factory, which could supply his consumption needs for a day, and then a deep drowsiness flooded into his heart, and he lay directly on the bed and fell asleep...

The sound of even breathing sounded, then got louder and louder, and finally he snored, but suddenly, the snoring disappeared all of a sudden... Ah! With a terrified exclamation, Hank sat up suddenly, panting violently, sweat covering his body, the strong man who used to burn and kill on the ocean, his clothes are already soaked. .

"This feeling of suffocation..." Hank rubbed his neck, stood up, and walked to the porch of the house, looking at the mirror above, and then he saw what he looked like now.

His face was sweaty, his hair was wet, and the whole person seemed to be pulled out of the water, and his face was blue and purple, like a suffocated corpse.

"I'm definitely entangled by a resentful spirit." Seeing his current appearance, Hank asserted.

After all, he has sailed on the ocean and encountered many strange things. Naturally, he has also encountered such invisible and intangible undead. However, at that time, there were stronger pirates on board to solve it. Now, he is alone, and his only friend has died suddenly.

Hank just hesitated for a while and then decided to ask others for help. He was just an ordinary little bronze rank, but his body was stronger, and he had no way to deal with these resentful spirits without a physical body.

After drinking two liters of water, Hank took off his clothes, walked into the bathroom, washed the smell of sweat off his body, and then changed into clean clothes. After taking a shower, Hank looked in the mirror again and found his face The blue-purple color gradually faded, and the ruddy color that a normal person should have is gradually returning to his face.

After Hank went to his rune factory,

He immediately found the owner of his rune factory, who was as fat as a pig, and reported his situation to him.

Then it was very normal. The fat pig made a mockery of Hank. As he expected, the fat pig didn't believe that the ghost he said existed at all.

Because this fat pig also thinks that it is impossible to have a living space for resentful spirits in Xenapus. Unlike those prisoners who only heard rumors, he has seen a real angel with pure white wings and perfection. The flawless face conquered him at that moment, it was an existence that he could not reach.

"Factory director, you believe me, I didn't lie, I really encountered a grievance. After I went home yesterday, I really saw Habler's grievance."

"Listen, bastard, you should know why you are here. No matter what kind of movement you make, you can't escape the fate of working here. Don't try to make anything happen. Now, go to work for me."

"Factory director, look at my face, if I have normal eating and rest, how can I be in this state?" Hank pointed to his face, although there was some blood on his face, there were still some abnormal signs on his face. Purple color.

"You're just a coward who shrank back in fear because of suicide, what's the point?" The rune director, who was as fat as a pig, looked at Hank with disdain.

He has seen this situation a lot. Because of the oppression of hopeless, many prisoners tried to commit suicide and escape this year-round toil life. But no prisoner has dared to commit suicide since he dragged a devil for a walk around his factory.

Hearing what the pig factory manager said, Hank turned around and left in disappointment. Under the suppression of the factory security, he had to work hard for a day and then dragged his tired body back to the room. , and then he saw the dead friend again, sitting at his table, drinking tea quietly, and smiling friendly at him.

But at this time, Hank was extremely vigilant towards the soul of his friend after experiencing the pain of almost suffocating in his sleep the previous day. Not his former friend.

"What on earth are you trying to do to me? Do you want to kill me? Am I not living enough?" Hank shouted with a broken expression, but his friend was still smiling strangely, a sullen look. Qi rose from the heart of the former pirate.

"I can't resist those giants. Do I still have to be tossed by you, the damned undead? When you were alive, your strength was not as good as mine. Can you be stronger than me when you die?"

Hank's face was twisted, he suddenly pulled out a dagger from his door, and then used all his strength to throw the dagger at his friend, the undead, showing no mercy, threatening his own life. Also take into account the ass of friendship.

The sharp dagger was nailed to the wooden table, the end trembled constantly, and the undead of the friend had disappeared, just like yesterday, seeing this scene, Hank's face was completely gloomy, he was just a small Bronze level, can't deal with the means and methods of this undead.

After the momentary blood and courage dissipated, the fear in Hank's heart immediately surged up. With a sense of panic and dullness, after Hank finished eating, he lay on the bed, holding on to his energy and not wanting to fall asleep, but he worked. The body was full of fatigue all day, and the body released a signal that he needed to rest. He couldn't resist at all, dragging Hank into sleep.

what! The muscular man sat up abruptly and let out a horrified cry, "Damn it, that's it again."

He touched his neck, which was covered with sticky sweat, and walked to the mirror. Then he was horrified to find that there were two cyan handprints on his neck, and his face was darker than the day before, to be precise. It's purple and black.

"No, I can't go on like this. If I keep doing it like this, I will be killed by these unjust souls sooner or later. Since that damn pig doesn't want to help me solve the problem, I can only take risks on my own."

After Hank took a bath, he hurried onto the street. He didn't go to the rune factory, but looked around. Soon he found the target he wanted, which was a man with five griffins. A giant patrolling the sky.

"Just die!" Seeing this strong and tall giant, Hank's face showed a ferocious look, "It's better to be killed by a giant than to be killed by a wronged soul, it's more enjoyable."

"Mighty giant, I have something important to report to the great Commander Patton." Hank climbed onto the roof, exhausted his strength, and shouted at the patrolling cloud giant, which was already his only Hope, Barton, is the name of a cloud giant commander he accidentally knew.

"Humble mortal," the patrolling cloud giant soon noticed Hank who was standing on the roof shouting, and he landed in front of him with Nineteen, his eyes indifferent, "What do you want? Report to Commander Patton to report."

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"It's ridiculous that there are resentful spirits in my territory." Morea, who was sitting high on the Crystal Throne of Central Cloud Island, opened his eyes. On his head was a crown, one according to his request. The specially made twelve crowns are similar to the crowns of ancient Chinese emperors. Morea thinks that this is more majestic and looks better than those traditional ring crowns.

"Probably because of being close to that sub-continent and being affected by the force of death on that sub-continent, undead will breed on your cloud island."

"Is it Obistos Continent?" Morea's dazzling golden eyes were introverted, and suddenly became deep. He looked into the endless distance, and neither the castle walls nor the surrounding cloud islands could block his sight.