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Chapter 657 65. Little Musu's Great Revenge

Players are lingering in the attack of evil spirits, struggling to survive, and have no spare energy to deal with other things.

Mu Su let the group of poor people go, and returned to the hut with Ying Hua.

He refused Yinghua's request to go with him, and left Lao Ji'er in the hut to protect Yinghua, put his head back on his neck, and wrapped several bandages to barely fix it.

Hood lifted, face hidden in shadow.Holding an oil lamp in his hand, Mu Su left alone.

This is his battle alone.

The sound of lonely footsteps sounded in the misty night, and the oil lamp glowed faintly, illuminating the surrounding two or three meters limitedly.

Whispering voices were faintly visible, and countless eyes secretly watched the gray-robed figure walking on the street.

For a moment, the figure stopped and stood in the center of a crossroad.

The figure standing at the intersection stopped moving, as if waiting for something.

The sense of voyeurism emerges, the indescribable things are hidden in the thick fog, and the hatred is seen.

His shadow spread into the darkness, and the flickering flames in the lampshade caused his shadow to shake slightly.

A dry sharp claw protruded from the thick fog, hidden in the shadow, and grabbed the figure's back.

A gust of wind that could not disperse the mist blew, the oil lamp shook, the shadow shifted, and the withered claws were illuminated by light.

Green smoke billowed from the bluish sharp claws, and they retracted abruptly.

Calm was restored here.

The screams echoing in the thick fog couldn't move the figure, the shadows drifting through the fog couldn't make the figure move, and the crazy townspeople running past the intersection couldn't make the figure move.Until a certain moment, the figure's hood moved slightly and its head lifted.

It was the shadow of a pitch-black claw poking around the corner.

Attracted by the firelight and the breath of the living, the shadow of stealing fire stretched out from the darkness.

Its darkness is completely different from the night, deeper and purer.

A shadow blacker than black.

The shadow of Stealing Fire approached that figure, approached that ray of light.But when he was about to enter the firelight, he paused, changed direction and passed by the edge of the light when he realized something.

The figure suddenly leaned forward at this time, and took a few steps quickly to step on the sharp claws of the shadow of stealing fire.

The Shadow of Stealing Fire was alarmed and stepped back a bit.

The figure chased after him closely, stepping on the shadow of stealing the fire with every step with incomparable precision.The two retreated and advanced, approaching the wooden wall on the edge of the town.

The shadow of stealing fire extended to the depths of the thick fog, and pure darkness guided the direction.Shadows can see silhouettes beyond light.

A few minutes later, the shadow of Stealing Fire suddenly turned from retreating to upwards, and the outline of a black shadow emerged from the edge illuminated by the oil lamp.

He chased under the wooden wall.

"You can't run away..."

A deep voice sounded from under the hood, and the figure looked around, staring deeply at the shadow of the stolen fire on the wooden wall, then turned and walked towards the wooden house by the roadside.

Stepping on the guardrail, the figure climbed up the sloping roof.

He held up the oil lamp, saw clearly the wooden wall at a similar height three or four meters away, backed up to the edge, and even jumped out after a few run-up steps!

Through the dense fog, the gray robe fluttered, and the figure leaped three or four meters into the air, skimming the wooden wall and falling to the outside world.

bang——

With his feet stuck in the mud, the figure staggered and fell to the ground. To his horror, a head rolled out of the hood and fell a few meters away.

That head was that of a child, with black hair and black eyes, and a few streaks of blood on the pale complexion.

The headless body with the shriveled hood remained motionless, and the atmosphere became quiet.

The oil lamp lying beside him was faltering, flickering on and off.

A few seconds later, the fingers of the headless figure moved and got up little by little.

Musu wobbled a few steps, picked up the head that had rolled to the side, brushed off the dust, and rewrapped the bandage round and round.

Returning to the place where he dropped it, he picked up the oil lamp and looked around, but he couldn't find the location of the shadow of stealing fire.

But he doesn't know where it is.

Lifting up the hood again to hide his face, Mu Su walked along the abandoned streets to the coastline.

On the way, he encountered a visible voice and closed his eyes to avoid it.When he encountered the headless spirit, it left first after standing silently.He met Song of the Dance Skirt and ignored each other.He encountered a blood-red door, and the blooming red light dyed the thick fog into blood.

Perhaps he was transforming into a ghoul, but the blood-red door ignored him and let him pass by the door.

Ten minutes later, Musu came to the coast.

The sound of the tide lapping on the shore, the salty sea breeze mixed with the fishy smell from the abyss.

The lonely figure and limited oil lamps stand in front of the endless beach, setting off a kind of empty and quiet beauty.

A line of footprints was left on the wet coastline, and Musu walked along the coast.

The Shadow of Thieves Fire comes from the depths of the sea, and it is sure to be found here.

The footprints behind him were smoothed by the tide, the gray robe was gently blown up, and the sea breeze was damp and slightly cool.

It didn't take him long.Before approaching the coastline of a dead forest, Mu Su saw the pure black hazy in the mist more than ten meters away.

Approaching it without making a sound, Musu raised his foot and stepped on it.

wow-

The sound of the waves remained the same, and nothing happened.

Musu waited patiently.

1 minute passed, 2 minutes passed.In the 4th minute, the sharp claws stretched out into the dense fog gradually retreated and retracted into the sea.

Mu Su silently put the oil lamp under his feet, leaving a circle of marks on the sand.He glanced up at the sky.

The sky was brighter than before, and it was almost morning.

Pick up a pebble the size of a human head, and follow the shadow of Thief Fire into the icy cold sea water.

The seawater submerged his ankles, calves, thighs, waist, and chest until his figure was completely submerged in the sea.

He is immortal.

Under the deep and invisible mud of the seabed, Mu Su left a trail of footprints, slowly looking for the retracted pure black.

The turbulent undercurrent gradually disappeared with the depth, and the sea water was crowded in all directions, the loose gray robe was slowly floating, and strands of blood ooze out from under the bandage.

A few minutes later, Musu moved away from the coast.The water here is nearly 50 meters deep, and there is boundless darkness and silence flowing around.Only the pure blackness guides the way ahead.

600 meters from the coast.

The water depth is 100 meters.

There was no light, nothing to see, not even to walk on anything.

The Shadow of Stealing Fire retreated to the end more than ten meters away.There, a pure charred head was placed on a pure black stone platform.

Musu approached the stone platform, lifted the stone slowly, and smashed it down with all his strength.

In the surging water, a sharp claw suddenly grabbed out from the head and twisted off Musu's right arm.

Also at this time, the stone fell, separating the head from the stone platform.

Snapped--

An inaudible sound swayed under the deep sea, and the Shadow of Pirate Fire swelled and exploded like a balloon.

……

The sky was dimly lit.

It was approaching six o'clock in the morning, and the enveloping darkness gradually receded.

On the coast, the tide foams up and beats the sand.This situation lasted for a long time, and a silhouette emerged from the water.

Holding his broken right arm in his left hand and a scorched head in his right hand, Musu came up from the bottom of the sea.

No one can offend Mu Su, no one.

(End of this chapter)