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Fiona appeared beside Zoe, patted her on the shoulder and said, "I'll leave these guys to you."

Zoe nodded solemnly.

Carefully recalling everything that happened last night, she raised her hands and faced forward. A huge and invisible magical power surged out and swept towards the resurrected zombies.

next second.

Just like last night, even though the resurrected corpses here were more powerful, they still fell down one after another like dumplings, without a sound.

The voodoo practitioners' faces changed drastically in an instant.

Mary looked at Zoe in surprise: “It was you last night!”

"What a powerful magic power!" Soon, her eyes turned fierce again, "It is very likely that you will be the next Supreme Witch. Very good, then let's catch both generations of Supreme Witches here."

Mary held up a snakeskin kettle filled with blood from the python. Most of the blood had flowed silently into this place instead of turning into blood.

At this moment, as Mary took a deep breath, all the fallen corpses collapsed and turned into wisps of black gas that merged into the kettle filled with snake blood.

How come she didn't learn a lesson from last night's near-failure?

The reason why he released the resurrected corpse now was because he had the idea that it didn't matter whether it was effective or not, as he would use it for his own benefit anyway.

it's time.

Mary, who had been preparing for a long time, looked at the black and red mixed in the pot and drank it in one gulp.

Fiona noticed this scene and her face changed for the first time, and she immediately stepped forward to stop it.

However, a magical power that was not much inferior suddenly attacked.

"late."

Fiona is stopped by Chantal, Mary's sister and future successor to the title of Voodoo Queen.

Chapter 56 Chapter Flesh and Blood Maze

"late."

Chantal stops Fiona.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Robb didn't care about anything else, raised his AR15, and fired a burst of bullets at Mary.

A thick, cracked slab of stone rose from the ruins, blocking all the bullets.

After doing all this, Mary looked coldly at Robb who had shot her in the back, and without further delay, she drank the black and red blood in one gulp.

In a flash, Mary's belly swelled as if she was pregnant for ten months.

The blood vessels in her body were wriggling like snakes, her eyes were already pitch black, and her mouth was wide open.

Woohoo~~~

Along with the howling wind and the roar of evil spirits, a large amount of black and red mist rushed out from Mary's mouth, which seemed like a bottomless pit.

Before Robb and the others could react, the strange fog that covered the sky and the sun rolled in like a raging wave, submerging them all in an instant.

"Now, the roles of hunter and prey have been reversed," Mary announced with a sneer.

"Go! Kill them!"

"Yes!"

The surviving voodoo cultists walked murderously into the thick fog.

……

Everything happened so fast.

When the strange black and red fog swept in, Robb, who had no time to join up with the others, subconsciously held his breath, fearing that the gas was poisonous.

It wasn't long before his face was filled with astonishment.

In just the blink of an eye, the surrounding black and red mist disappeared.

Instead, there is a maze-like place made of flesh and blood and composed of countless towering walls.

"What the hell is this?"

Robb thought he was hallucinating and pinched himself subconsciously.

It hurts.

It didn't feel like a hallucination, nor was it a dream.

He reached out and touched the wall of flesh again.

Very real and disgusting.

Robb withdrew his hand and was about to explore the way ahead.

The silent wall of flesh and blood suddenly cracked into dozens of holes, and dozens of black arms quickly stretched out from inside, grabbed him, and dragged him into the wall.

"Shet!"

Robb was caught off guard and fell towards the wall of flesh and blood.

He saw a huge crack on the wall of flesh and blood being torn open from top to bottom as the huge waves rolled, just waiting to eat him up.

At the critical moment, he quickly drew out his dagger and swung it with all his strength, cutting off dozens of black arms.

The pulling force weakened, and Robert, who had regained his balance, did not dare to be careless. With the blade flashing continuously, he finally cut off all the arms.

But this is only the beginning.

After the severed arm timidly retreated into the gap, a new black arm covered with disgusting mucus and flesh and blood residue stretched out as the wall of flesh and blood continued to wriggle, determined to merge Robb, a living man, with itself and the others.

Click!

He wasn't paying attention for a moment, and the AR15 he had just bought hanging on his chest was torn apart.

Robb had no time to feel distressed.

Seeing that the black arm had no end in sight, he didn't dare to stay any longer. He took a big step back, and while moving away from the wall of flesh and blood, he ran in the other direction.

Just at this moment, the palace of flesh and blood composed of countless walls seemed to wake up.

No matter where Robb ran, the squirming walls of flesh and blood around him would stretch out arms and keep grabbing at him.

Robb could only use his pistol and dagger to clear the way and ran wildly without stopping.

"What the hell is this place? A maze?"

The pistol bullets were soon used up, and Robb, who could only swing the dagger, frowned.

He didn't know how Mary did it.

Judging from the distance he just ran, even if he took more detours, he should have run out of the area where Mary's Hair Salon was located in reality.

But the reality is that there is a seemingly endless corridor made of flesh and blood before our eyes.

What made him even more worried was that as time went by, the walls on both sides were moving closer to the center at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This means that if you don't want to become a sandwich, you must find a exit as soon as possible.

Robb picked up speed.

Just as he turned a corner and cut off the arm in front of him with a knife, and then dodged the arm attacking from the side, an obscure voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

In an instant, Robb felt as if he had fallen into water, and every step he took was extremely difficult.

His speed slowed down involuntarily.

Seeing this, the arms on the surrounding walls quickly stretched out excitedly and grabbed him easily.

After just a few breaths, countless pairs of black hands almost covered his entire body.

Robb was about to be dragged into the wall of flesh and blood, unable to struggle no matter how hard he tried.

A black man with bird feathers on his head and red tattoos all over his face walked out.

The reason Robb's speed suddenly slowed down just now was because he cast the slowness curse.

Looking at the desperate prey, he made a throat-slitting gesture and spoke a lot of slang that outsiders couldn't understand in a good mood.

Voodoo and the Salem witches have a deep blood feud.

It would definitely be a happy thing for him if he could kill one of them.

Boom~~

An accident happened.

A ball of crimson flame suddenly rose from Robb's right arm.

Compared to bullets and blades, flames were obviously more frightening to the black arms.

As part of his arm was burned black by the flames and collapsed at the touch, and as the remaining arm shrank back in fear, Robb released his right hand holding the dagger.

No nonsense.

There was a sudden flash of silver light.

Robb threw the dagger with all his strength, and with a sharp sound of friction through the air, the dagger flew towards the black man at an extremely fast speed.

The black man, who was very excited just now, suddenly changed his expression.

He tried to dodge, but the dagger came too fast.

He could only watch as it pierced deeply into his chest.

Blood flew everywhere.

The black man stared at all this in a daze, and stretched out his hand to grab the dagger on his body, but halfway through, his arm collapsed weakly.

thump.

The lifeless black man fell heavily to the ground.

Robb, who had finished cleaning his arms, came over, took back the dagger, looked at the black man's body and said, "Idiot, don't you know that most villains die from the last minute nonsense?"

The moment Robb felt his speed involuntarily slowing down, he knew he had encountered a new enemy.

However, he did not notice the other party's whereabouts at that time, and was threatened by the flesh and blood wall around him, so he deliberately let the black arm grab him.

If the other party never shows up, the worst that can happen is that he turns into a fire man and tries to break free.

If the opponent appears, just like what happened just now, I would take advantage of his complacency and kill him with one blow.

Now it seems that this guy is quite easy to fool.

Noticing that a new page had been added to the Shelter Book, Robb, who was in an urgent situation at the moment, did not take a closer look. After taking a quick glance and realizing that the black man's abilities would not play a significant role at the moment, he did not hesitate to directly put the 60 shelter points he had just harvested into [Spirituality].

The previous continuous consumption has almost exhausted his already limited spiritual energy.

Knowing that the black arms and even the wall of flesh and blood were afraid of fire to a certain extent, he naturally knew what to choose.

[Spiritual: 1.0] → [Spiritual: 1.6]

Feeling the spiritual energy in his body increase a lot, Robb let out a breath.

Chapter 57 Chapter The Situation of the Witches

After finishing his own business, Robb looked at the black man's body again.

After Mary used strange means to drag herself and others into this maze of flesh and blood, these voodoo followers were obviously sent by her to deal with her and others.

As the home team, these people must enjoy some convenience.

Robb wasn't sure whether the black man found himself with accurate information or just stumbled upon it blindly.

But he was sure of one thing, that when the black people appeared here, they were not attacked by the wall of flesh and blood.

Thinking of this, Robb tried to lift the black man's body and drag it to the wall of flesh and blood on the side.

The latter didn't react at all, but instead kept showing a special liking for him who was further behind.

"Some kind of identification?"

Robb swung his knife to cut off the black claws that had grabbed him, and was about to put down the black man's body.