Infinite Doomsday Escape

Chapter 405 The Awakening Soul

Half an hour is just a drop in the bucket!

Even Xie Yuanan, who had just woken up, was aware of this problem.

"did not expect……"

"How can someone survive under these disgusting ghost-eyed butterflies for so long?"

Ok?

White Camel once again heard a unique and clear voice among the wailing voices. Although the voice was still intermittent, it was much more coherent than before.

It glanced at Lan Xiaye with its big eyes and said through a message: "Boss, I found something!"

"explain."

White Camel: "Master, you have to open your hearing. I just heard that there is a soul that is awake in these wails and talking. He may know something."

After hearing this, Lan Xiaye stabilized her mood in a peaceful state without fluctuations before turning on her hearing.

The first moment she turned on her hearing, she was drowned by countless painful wails.

This time Lan Xiaye was prepared. He was just a little irritated after hearing the sound, but his emotions were not completely out of control.

"It's a pity that even if they can survive until now, they can't escape."

This time Lan Xiaye also heard the faint sigh among the many wails.

"Is it him?" Lan Xiaye asked Bai Luotuo.

The white camel nodded, "Yeah!"

The old voice continued: "Hmph, the tyrant is really clever. He uses our painful wails to interfere with the emotions of the people who come in. As long as they realize this, once they turn off their hearing, they will not be able to hear the reminders from us who are awake. ”

"Alas - recently, more and more of my companions can no longer hold on and choose to sleep. Only I am still waiting for the death of the tyrant."

The voice paused, a little sad: "But, can I wait until that day..."

"can!"

Lan Xiaye's sudden voice aroused doubts from Xie Yuanan, who had turned off his hearing and looked confused.

It also attracted the attention of the owner of the voice talking to himself.

"This...this..." He obviously hadn't been heard for a long time, and he was confused for a moment, "Are you talking to me?"

Lan Xiaye nodded, "Yes, please give us some advice on how to escape, find the tyrant and kill him."

She thought of a lot at once, and her brain was working rapidly to connect all the information together.

The tyrant killed all the people in the country, and there were two waves of corpses in the ghost realm. One wave was the soulless dignitaries buried in the river, and the other was the civilians rotting on the earth, their bones built into thrones, and their souls hovering here.

These civilians were unwilling to be enslaved and killed by the tyrants during their lifetimes. They turned into ghosts after their death and became weapons for the tyrants to kill and fight against their enemies.

Therefore, they are the only beings in the ghost realm who are not directly driven by the tyrant.

They even want to help outsiders kill the tyrant and witness the death of the tyrant.

But I didn't expect that the tyrant was not a fool. He gave sound pollution to the vast majority of irrational innocent souls, forcing the entrants to close their hearing, thereby preventing the entrants from hearing the reminders of the few conscious innocent souls.

This wave of counter-exploitation caught the enemies off guard and completely cut off their hopes over the years.

To this day, perhaps only this old man talking to himself is left lingering here unwillingly.

If White Camel, as a regional spirit, was not affected by sound pollution, Lan Xiaye might have missed the reminder.

Therefore, this sober old man's wronged soul will definitely tell Lan Xiaye the answer she wants.

The fact was just as she thought. After hearing Lan Xiaye's voice, the old man's voice had a faint hoarseness, which was the tone of suppressed crying.

"Okay, okay!" After saying hello three times and expressing his emotions, the old man was afraid of any accidents, so he told Lan Xiaye non-stop how to avoid these ghost-eyed butterflies and how to find the tyrant. Behind the water mirror, the tyrant who was strategizing and watching with a wine glass suddenly crushed the glass in his hand. He did not expect that Lan Xiaye could hear the voices of those old and immortal souls.

Damn it! This is different from his calculation.

The tyrant was shocked and confused. The ghost realm was created by him. Of course he knew everything that happened in the ghost realm.

Including those stubborn untouchables, they were not only unwilling to turn into a ghost army to supplement his strength, but each one of them also attempted to rebel and kill the king.

Untouchable! These damn pariahs! How dare they?

The tyrant's face is so gloomy that he can wring out poison.

He wanted to immediately go over and crush these untouchables and Lan Xiaye to death, but Xie Yuanan was here...

There was a flash of retreat in the tyrant's eyes, he was afraid of this monster.

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Lan Xiaye learned from the old man that those buried in the blood river were the former dignitaries. They were the minions of the tyrant during their lifetime, and they became the tyrant's minions after their death.

The soul becomes a ghost and is driven by the tyrant, and the corpse becomes a breeding ground for ghost-eyed butterflies, attacking those who intrude into the ghost realm.

These ghost-eyed butterflies are the incarnation of their desires. Their greed is endless, and these ghost butterflies are naturally endless.

But the ghosts of civilians who are full of resentment and do not yield to authority are the ones who restrain the ghost-eyed butterfly.

The old man laughed loudly, "I will wake up my sleeping companions for you now!"

The tone of his voice changed, echoing with the huge wails of pain around him.

Like a whale's cry, the wailing sound slowly turned into a pure lamentation, no longer filled with ferocious and malicious negative emotions.

"Oh...what year is it today?"

"Who woke me up?"

"Where is the tyrant? Is the tyrant dead?"

Dozens of clear voices appeared simultaneously.

At the same time, Lan Xiaye's superpower could no longer maintain the black hole, and the black hole gradually shrank. The corpses with fat butterfly wings in the air seemed to sense Lan Xiaye's inability to do what they wanted, and they flapped their wings faster.

More scales and powder fell in a shower.

The suction force of the black hole decreased, and the small butterflies the size of scales schemingly avoided the direction of the black hole and flew towards Lan Xiaye and others in a roundabout way.

Lan Xiaye struggled to keep the black hole from shrinking. She interrupted the dead souls who were reminiscing about the past, "Seniors, stop reminiscing about the past and help me deal with these ghost butterflies. I can't hold on anymore."

As the black hole shrinks, there are always butterflies that slip through the net and successfully suck their flesh and blood. These butterflies have hard mouthparts and can easily penetrate supernatural shields and defensive props.

Xie Yuanan asked: "Do you need me to bet my life with them?" He pointed to the corpse flapping its wings in the air.

Lan Xiaye shook his head.

"It's coming, it's coming." The old man responded hurriedly. Although the other sober people could not understand the situation, seeing this situation, they did not care to talk and hurriedly cooperated with the old man.

boom--

The black hole is completely closed.

The ghost butterflies went completely crazy, and corpses with butterfly wings that covered the sky rushed down from the air.

Almost as soon as the black hole disappeared, Lan Xiaye, Bai Luotuo and Xie Yuanan were covered with a layer of tiny butterflies.

These mouthparts pierce into their flesh at the same time, causing a strong sense of dizziness.