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"What, why are you so powerful? Who are you?" The man with the ax got up and looked at Uncle Zhang in shock, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"What's the matter, I haven't come out for half a year, don't you even know me? It seems that I really need to go out for a walk, so I'll use you as an example."

As he spoke, Uncle Zhang quickly walked towards the man holding the axe, knocked him down to the ground two or three times, and then stomped his head off.

"It's meaningless at all. The voice was so loud just now, why is it so shriveled now?" Uncle Zhang stepped on his body on the ground a few more times, completely smashed to pieces.

At this time, Wu Chen was still lying on the ground, but the pain on his head had improved a lot, not as scary as before.

"Who is this boy? Why does my memory seem to be sealed?" Wuchen was very distressed now.

But at this time, Uncle Zhang walked to Wuchen's side, while the little boy still stood in front of Wuchen: "Don't get close to this brother."

Uncle Zhang was stunned for a moment, then stopped: "Why, do you know him?"

The little boy thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know him, but I seem to have seen him a long time ago."

Uncle Zhang smiled: "Oh? So you have met him before, it seems that you have some relationship, otherwise you would not have seen him."

The little boy tilted his head: "I don't know if I know him or not. Anyway, I have an impulse in my heart, and I seem to be very friendly with him."

Hearing this, Uncle Zhang was dumbfounded: "How can you be friendly with him if you don't know him? Are you fooling me?"

Uncle Zhang's words hit the little boy's heart, and the little boy pointed at Wuchen and said, "You have to ask him about this matter, he should know a lot more than me."

The little boy said with a smile: "I don't think you are a bad person, and you shouldn't do anything to me."

Uncle Zhang looked at the little boy coldly: "There is something different about the person behind you. If you continue to protect him like this, it will be a catastrophe for you. You can't get out of here."

The little boy drooped his head: "I think he is very similar to a person. That person is the person in the portrait before the tombstone. They should have something in common."

Uncle Zhang is obviously not convinced by the little boy's words: "It seems that you are still a little devil who is good at hiding. If you do it now, I won't blame you. If you keep making mistakes like this, even if the king of heaven comes, I will kill you completely... 0”

The little boy was obviously a little scared, and took two steps back, just in time for his back heel to touch the dust-free blue rattle.

Wuchen heard the sound of the bell ringing, looked over at this moment, and saw Uncle Zhang walking over step by step, with an extremely terrifying expression, and he didn't know why he was crazy.

"You recruit or not. If you don't recruit, you will have no chance to stay here." Uncle Zhang's face gradually became grim.

The little boy hid behind Wu Chen with a pale complexion, his expression extremely nervous.

Wu Chen stood up slowly at this time, and took it towards the blue rattle in the distance, but Uncle Zhang sneered at this time, kicked the blue rattle to the side, fell into the mist, and disappeared. gone.

"Do you still want to take this rattle? Do you think I don't know the secret of this blue rattle?" Uncle Zhang looked at Wu Chen with a sneer: "In this cursed world, my clone was killed by you. Use this blue rattle, so I won't let you touch this blue rattle anyway."

Wuchen watched the blue rattle being kicked away, and suddenly felt a wave of despair in his heart: "Why are you so vicious, are you still unwilling to let me go here?"

Uncle Zhang stomped heavily on Wu Chen: "I haven't settled with you in 1.4 for you killing my clone. Why should I let you go? You are the fate."

The body was stepped on a few times, Wuchen's throat was sweet, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You are not allowed to touch my brother, you can't hurt him, if you hurt him, this cursed world will change." The little boy quickly blocked Uncle Zhang and stopped Wuchen behind him.

Uncle Zhang was taken aback, and then sneered, "What do you know, a brat? He is the source of this cursed world. If he is not completely strangled, this world will never return to the way it was before."

Speaking of this, Uncle Zhang's eyes turned red, and he suddenly hugged his head and kept yelling: "Don't torture me, please don't torture me."

It seems that Uncle Zhang's words violated some taboo, which made his head ache.

Chapter 220 The Belated Village Chief, The Fog of Life

"Why don't you let me go? What did I do wrong? Why do you treat me like this?" Uncle Zhang beat his head desperately and fell on the ground.

Wuchen saw this opportunity and was about to get up, but the injuries on his body were too serious, and Uncle Zhang's kicks did not leave any hindrance at all, and Wuchen could not help but grin his teeth in pain as soon as Wuchen moved his body.

"Brother, I'll help you." The little boy supported Wuchen beside him, looked at the little boy, just when Wuchen was about to refuse, he found that the little boy had already helped him up, it seemed that it didn't take too much effort Gained strength.

"The strength is so great."

The little boy seemed to know what Wu Chen was looking for, and led him towards the mist beside him: "Brother, what you are looking for should be that blue rattle, it seems that the man is very afraid of that blue rattle." , we need to find the blue rattle before he recovers."

"Okay." Wuchen looked at the little boy and nodded.

Wuchen is very confused now, one thing after another happened one after another, so Wuchen didn't know how to greet him, although there are many things he doesn't know in this world.

The weird Uncle Zhang suddenly felt a pain in his head, and when he saw the little boy's 30 in the head, he felt a burst of pain. It seemed that some memory was about to appear, but unfortunately, he didn't have any more memory at all.

"This little boy probably hides a big secret." Wuchen couldn't help thinking as he was supported by the little boy.

After walking into the mist, Wu Chen couldn't help but look back, he suddenly saw Uncle Zhang's eyes turned red, he seemed to be in a certain state, and rushed towards Wu Chen and the others.

"You two, don't even think about running away. With me here, I won't let you out of this fog."

Uncle Zhang was crazy, and ran towards Wuchen and the other two.

Wuchen looked at Uncle Zhang who was in a state of madness, and panicked for a moment: "Let's hurry up and find the blue rattle before he catches us."

Uncle Zhang behind him was getting closer and closer, and the little boy continued to take a few steps forward with all his strength, just as the blue rattle was right in front of him.

"Brother, the rattle is on the ground in front of you. Go and get it. I'll stop the people behind you first." As soon as the little boy finished speaking, he walked towards Uncle Zhang behind him, and Wuchen, who had no support, lay on his stomach. On the ground, it kept moving towards the blue rattle.

"What's the matter, you want to play this trick with me? You are still a little tender." Uncle Zhang sneered and kicked the little boy. The little boy fell to the ground immediately after being kicked. Difficult to support myself.

Seeing that Wuchen was about to get the blue rattle, Uncle Zhang felt cold and hurried towards Wuchen: "You don't want to get that blue rattle. With me, there is nothing for you."

When passing by the little boy, the little boy grabbed Uncle Zhang's ankle and made him stop walking.

"Don't even think about going there, as long as I leave, I won't let you touch a finger of my brother." The little boy held onto Uncle Zhang's feet tightly to stop him from walking forward.

Seeing that Wu Chen got the blue rattle, the impatient Uncle Zhang snorted coldly, and kicked the little boy violently a few times, knocking him completely unconscious.

When he looked at Wuchen again, Wuchen sneered and shook the blue rattle in his hand: "I'm afraid you won't be able to avenge me for killing your avatar."

Uncle Zhang's face was blue and purple, and he didn't go over hastily, but stayed where he was: "I won't move if the enemy doesn't move. In this fog, I can leave here freely. Even if you have helpers, you may not be able to find me. Go out." this place."

I saw the blue rattles jingling, and a tall, dark figure appeared in front of Wuchen. As soon as he appeared, he made excited sounds.

"What's going on here." Wu Chen still didn't understand what was going on, only to see the strange man rushing towards Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang stared sharply: "Even if my avatar is killed, my strength should not be much higher, but I see that this strange person is not much higher, he is not at the same level. It seems that I underestimated his strength."

In a hurry, Uncle Zhang dodged the strange man's attack, and then he ran towards the mist: "No matter how powerful he is, as long as I run into the mist, he will definitely not be able to catch me."

In the blink of an eye, Uncle Zhang disappeared into the mist, and the strange man chased after him roaring, as if he wanted to catch Uncle Zhang as soon as possible.

Wu Chen just wanted to call out that strange man, but the strange man had already rushed into the fog.

"I hope he's okay. If something happens to him, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to stay here." Thinking like this, Wu Chen picked up the little boy lying on the ground.

The little boy fell into a coma and was completely unconscious.

Looking at the young boy's delicate and immature face, Wuchen felt strangely familiar for a while: "Why is he so kind to me? Is there anything strange about me, or what is going on."

At this time, there was a sound from the tombstone behind him, as if someone was beating something and slowly approaching here.

"Who's there?" Wu Chen hurriedly turned around and looked over, only to see that in the mist, the village chief was walking towards this side while beating the wooden drum with a wooden drum in his hand.

When the village head 967 saw Wu Chen holding the little boy and looked over with vigilance, he was startled: "Why are you still here? Are you okay? I thought you were already dead, but I didn't expect to meet you here. about you."

Wuchen shook his head helplessly: "I didn't expect to meet you here, what are you doing with this wooden drum?"

The village head glanced at the wooden drum in his hand, and explained: "This wooden drum is my family heirloom. It is specially designed to break through the fog. After beating, the fog will automatically disperse and make a way out."

Wuchen was stunned: "There is such a miraculous effect, it seems that I am ignorant."

The village chief said with a serious face: "In fact, the fog is also alive, and they can be connected with each other. As long as you behave well in this forest, the fog will not do anything to you."

"And I heard from the elders before that the mist is the soul of this world. Without the mist, this world would not be possible."

"It turns out that the mist has such an important status. I thought the mist was just an ordinary mist, so I didn't take it to heart."

"Now you understand." The village chief glanced at the blood on the ground and the tombstone that exploded, and his expression became shocked: "You met him? How did you survive?".

Chapter 221 The Corpse in the Mist

Wu Chen glanced at the little boy in his arms, and said: "It's quite complicated, if there is no this little boy, I'm afraid I would have died already, the origin of this little boy is quite mysterious."

"What? So he saved you." The village head ran over with a wooden drum, stared at the little boy's face for a long time, and finally frowned: "I have never seen this little boy in this world. , how did he appear in the mist?"

"And this little boy is surprisingly strong. Could it be that this little boy is related to the person in the basement you mentioned?" Wu Chen expressed his thoughts.

But the village chief was not sure, instead his brows became tighter and tighter. He thought for a while, and finally said: "I don't think so. If there is no accident, this little boy should be a spirit born in the mist."

"Spirit?" When it came to his own blind spot, Wuchen became bewildered: "What is a spirit, does it only appear in the mist?"

The village chief took a look at Wuchen, and said noncommittally: "It's not wrong that spirits are born in the mist, but only those who have a special connection with the mist can make the mist give birth to spirits. In this way, you have something to do with the mist." , which led to the birth of a spirit from the mist."

"What, I actually caused the mist to give birth to a spirit?" Wu Chen couldn't believe it: "It's the first time I came to this place, how could it have something to do with the mist, your guess is too inaccurate."

The village head glared at Wuchen: "What do you know, I have lived here for so many years, and I would not be without you. Understand, what I say is what I say, don't reject me in a hurry, when you are behind, you will know."

At this time, the little boy in Wuchen's arms rubbed his eyes and woke up.

"Brother?" The little boy became happy after seeing Wuchen.

Before Wuchen could speak, the village chief hurried over and stared at the little boy: "Well, there's nothing wrong with it, it's definitely a spirit, the eyes are full of clarity, it doesn't look like someone who grew up in this world Man, no wonder I don’t know him~.”

The little boy glanced at the village chief suspiciously: "Why do you keep looking at me?"

The village chief smiled and showed his yellow teeth: "Because you are a unique person in this world, only with you can this world be completely purified."

"What?" The little boy was taken aback. He didn't expect that such a major task would be assigned to him by a stranger just after waking up.

And Wuchen pushed the village chief away: "What are you talking about, he is safe and sound, and what about purifying the world, I leave it to you to do this task."

After the incident just now, Wuchen felt an extra warmth towards the little boy.

The village chief snorted, and was ignorant of Wuchen. Instead, he looked at the little boy for a few more times and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, a spirit has finally been born."

The little boy didn't know what was going on at all, but looked at Wu Chen with a puzzled expression.

Wuchen smiled and shook his head: "He is just an old lunatic, don't bother with him, just don't believe what he says."

The little boy let out an oh, but said nothing.

It seemed that being held by Wuchen felt afraid that Wuchen would be tired, so the little boy asked to come down.

The village head carried the wooden drum in front, followed by Wuchen and the little boy: "You follow me and don't get lost, otherwise I won't be able to find you."

The sound of the wooden drum kept reverberating in the surroundings, and the mist gradually receded, leaving a small path.

"It's right to follow this small road. I have walked in the fog for many years, and I basically know the road here."

The village chief walked while talking, as if he was afraid that Wuchen and the little boy behind him would be left behind, so he deliberately slowed down.

Wuchen looked around and clicked his tongue secretly. This mist is really not like ordinary mist. These mists really seem to be alive. They gather together continuously and then disperse to form shapes one by one.

Like playful children, they are very cute.

Seemingly knowing that Wuchen was looking around, the village chief thought again: "Don't look at it, it's useless to look at it, you may be careful, and the last thing is to follow me carefully, don't look around casually."

Hearing this, Wuchen turned his head quickly. He glanced at the little boy and saw that he was looking at the fog around him, as if he was missing something, but his eyes showed doubts again.

"Don't read it." Wu Chen touched the little boy's head.

Hearing Wu Chen's words, the little boy nodded, then turned his head around.

"Hmph, the smell is similar." The village chief said angrily in front of him.

Wu Chen shook his head with a smile and did not refute.

But at this time, the village head suddenly stopped, staring at the things under his feet: "々` Stop here, there is a corpse here, let me see whose it is."

As he said that, the village head revealed the face of the corpse. Seeing this familiar face, the village head suddenly felt cold, and he said after a long while: "It turned out to be Uncle Zhang's body, and he died here. Who is it?" killed him."

When Wuchen heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he still said: "I guess it was some kind of more powerful monster in this world, or maybe it was killed by the mist."

The village chief shook his head palely: "Impossible, except for that person, how could anyone in this world be able to kill him, and the mist is also unlikely. The mist will only prevent this person from leaving here, and will never kill a person .”

"Could it be that person moved his hand? When you saw Uncle Zhang, did you see any other figures?"

Obviously, the village chief ruled out Wuchen and considered the person in the basement.

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"I don't seem to have seen the little boy." Wuchen said, glanced at the little boy, and blinked at him.

The little boy said knowingly: "I saw a person in the mist, but this person was walking in the mist, and I couldn't see his face clearly at all."

Turning his back to Wuchen and the others, the village head of course didn't notice Wuchen's small movements behind him, and he murmured: "Sure enough, that person appeared. I didn't expect him to appear again at this time, but what is his purpose for coming out?" lung."

As he said that, the village chief sighed and continued to walk forward: "Follow me, and secretly pray that that person will not appear in front of us, or we will probably stay here."

Wu Chen heard this and said: "Village Chief, you are too cautious, I think you have been in this village for so long, and you are actually afraid of this and that."