Nightmare’s Call

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, more than two weeks have passed.

Lin Sheng's retreat has completely disappeared, cut off contact with the outside world, and kept in touch with the special personnel of the temple at his family's place.

In order to facilitate the report of Lin Sheng's already arranged movements to the family.

It sounds like he's busy with this today and this tomorrow. But in fact, it was all a fake show performed by Lin Sheng in order to arrange it properly and not let his family worry about it.

The real him had already fallen into a long sleep in the Holy Spirit Palace.

Two weeks, whether it is long or not, is not short.

It's just unclear how long Lin Sheng, the Holy Spirit King, needs to retreat.

For ordinary forces, Lin Sheng's disguise can indeed play a role. But the top masters all have their own eyesight and senses.

The breath of the most powerful cannot be pretended by just pretending.

So when Lin Sheng retreated and disappeared, the Evil Spirit Hall and the Great Star Pond got the news almost immediately.

And other doomsday sects that have been suppressed because of Lin Sheng's presence, also took the opportunity to quickly develop followers.

All restless forces thought this was an opportunity.

The two holy cities, Shumington and Hengruikala, have developed to the present level, and they are already a big piece of fat in the eyes of many people, or they are still fat and oily.

Can't help but be indifferent to others.

The third defensive city of Miga.

A motorbike that runs on oil, forming a convoy, slowly moved in the Kuroshio fog.

They are all wrapped in cloth, and even their eyes are wearing fully enclosed isolation glasses similar to swimming goggles.

Just by looking at the appearance, it is impossible to tell the difference between men, women and children. Because everyone's body is covered under heavy protective clothing.

The motorbike team has traveled a continuous distance, from one fortified city to another.

They are the convoy of soul hunters, mobile messengers who risk their lives to travel between the fortified cities.

Nowadays, when satellite communication is completely cut off, the only way to communicate with each other is manpower.

At the front of the convoy, a petite player was whispering to the team leader.

"Every time I go to the No. 3 Fortified City, I feel something is wrong in my heart. The place is lifeless. There is no hope in everyone's eyes. It's a little scary."

"That's the specialty there." The captain said dully.

"Features? If it wasn't for the city lord's random command, how could the No. 3 defensive city be reduced to this point? Anyway, it's really miserable." The petite team member sighed.

Although her voice was separated by a mask, she could still hear her delicate voice, obviously it was a girl.

"It's none of our business. Just be yourself." The captain replied.

"What about the second fortified city? Mega we have integrated all the information, there are only three fortified cities in total, and the most special holy city that was discovered not long ago. I think the second fortified city may be the most solid one in the future. .Even the Holy City can’t compare to this.”

"You haven't been to the holy city, how do you know what's going on there?" another team member interrupted.

"I've never been there, I've heard of it." The girl said unconvinced, "The biggest function of the defense city is to protect everyone from erosion and persecution, and the second defense city is the only one that is completely in charge of our soul hunters." Whether it is absorbing members' strength or caring for the people's sentiments, the city is the best defense city on the 2nd.

I think if we get tired one day and want to settle down, it would be best to go to the No. 2 Fortified City. Do you know what the other teams call it now? "

"What?"

"Fortified City of Wind."

"Why is it called the Wind Defense City?"

"Because the lord of the No. 2 defensive city is a gentle and good man code-named Feng, and he is also one of the strongest soul hunters who have appeared so far." The girl explained.

"Okay, let's stop talking on the way. Our unpolluted water is running out."

After several days of driving in the fog of the Kuroshio Current, everyone must eat water and food with extremely low pollution index during the rest period.

Only in this way can the rest be adjusted. Otherwise, even if they are soul hunters, they will be eroded by the black mist to varying degrees, and they will die faster than ordinary people.

After the captain spoke, everyone fell into silence again.

Keeping quiet is the most basic principle for driving in the Kuroshio fog.

Because there are quite a few monsters that rely on hearing to hunt for life.

There are also many monsters that make very little noise when they move. If you don't rely on your ears to listen carefully and keep vigilant, you may not know how you died.

So everyone dared not speak for a long time.

The team slowly drove through the streets and the wreckage of buildings in the fog.

They seem to have entered the ruins of human habitation again.

The buildings around him were dilapidated and half broken. Not one building is complete at all.

The convoy drove slowly through the ruined city, heading straight in the intended direction.

And at the edge of the convoy, in a dark corner full of Kuroshio mist.

A man in a gray robe with a pattern of three stars, and black cloth strips wrapped around his whole body, only showing a pair of bloodshot brown eyes, stared at the motorbike convoy as it gradually moved away.

It stood in the dark, like a leopard about to hunt its prey, calm and peaceful.

"The soul hunter of the defensive city?" The gray-robed man let out an indistinct laugh.

"Catch up and kill them."

Whoosh! ! Whoosh whoosh! !

Suddenly, the shadow behind him elongated, twisted in a spiral, became longer and thinner, and split into more than a dozen thin black lines, chasing the convoy at high speed.

"Sad person." The gray-robed man didn't even look at the result, turned around and walked deeper into the dark shadows.

This is the Kuroshio, he can't stay here for a long time. It's the right way to go back as soon as you finish your work.

"Garbage that tries to challenge the original order will eventually become the dust of history and disappear!"

With a final sigh, the gray-robed man vaguely heard screams coming from afar.

"Only evil energy is the right way. Half-human, half-monster garbage is also a useful tool for domination."

Fortified City No. 1.

In a well-ordered city, people, as usual, put what they want to buy and sell on the street stalls in city squares and open spaces.

Then put up the wooden sign of the exchange conditions written in advance.

Ansel just came back from outside the city. As a member of the Soul Hunters, what he is most interested in is coming here every day to find things he likes.

Running on the deadly edge like stepping on a tightrope all the time, the soul hunters have an extremely unrestrained attitude towards money and resources.

After all, no one knows if they will die outside in the next action.

So if you have wine today and get drunk today, never think about the future, just enjoy yourself in time.

This has also led to the gradual emergence of some people who are too morally open and casual among the soul hunters.

They claim to be Eros believers, and often organize some ambiguous large heterosexual gatherings together.