The cold feeling of being caught by unknown objects instantly made the heart beat faster to the extreme.

Open your eyes a slit.

He saw a long shadow, grabbed his ankle, and pulled it hard into the corridor!

It seems to be a... a tentacle with a faint blood color.

Everyone was entangled by tentacles.

Pulling under the traction, he rubbed "Sasha" on the ground.

This feeling was really a bit terrifying. If it weren't for the firm belief that Captain Zhao had a thick golden thigh, Fang Yuhao would have wanted to jump up and flee wildly!

When he passed the fallen dagger, he moved his fingers and quietly held it in the palm of his hand.

The Adam's apple moved a little.

"There are weapons!"

Now, I finally feel a little secure.

It's just a little bit...

These few minutes were the most difficult time in his life.

The candlelight beside the corridor jumped, pulling the shadows of everything into a diagonal length. His body was being pulled by an unknown monster and headed to the depths of the quiet tomb.

Along the way, he saw various burial objects like pots, painting various crooked pictures, and various gold and silver jewelry, with dust falling on it.

"I wonder why Battalion Commander Zhao came up with such a way to launch a sudden sneak attack?"

"It is possible... they investigated in advance and prepared for a long time."

That strange hypnosis is really hard to defend against, and only those with the most determined mind can barely resist. Fang Yuhao's spiritual will and soul strength are beyond the average level, but it is still slightly insufficient.

"Or... I have no experience, so I was directly caught."

"And this monster seems to want to capture us alive..."

While thinking about it, Fang Yuhao suddenly heard a "dongdongdongdong" sound like a drum.

Gradually, he felt something suppressed his chest again.

His heart was beating incredibly with this rhythm!

"here we go again……"

Fang Yuhao's hands and feet were cold, and the blue veins on his body gradually became prominent, and his brain's reaction was getting slower and slower, which was maintained by his own will.

He finally understood how important personal will is in the ideal world.

In this world where only "I" is the real world, mental attacks are the most common weapon. But sometimes, even if you know, you can't be guarded against.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

The sound is getting closer and closer!

It seems to be in front of you!

Fang Yuhao was already nervous to the limit.

But he found that he could no longer move!

A cool thing had come to his face, as if he could smell the sticky and fishy smell.

He felt like he was about to go crazy, his eyelids were extremely heavy, but he was unable to open it. This feeling of sleepiness made him struggle wildly.

Fang Yuhao bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, but this usual move was useless. His tongue seemed to have been given anesthetics without any pain.

"It's over, it's over!"

He didn't even have the strength to take out the black stone and hit himself.

The will began to blur, and he vaguely felt that the cool thing had touched his lips and wanted to stuff it into his mouth!

Oh shit……

So smelly!

The fear in his heart has reached the upper realm of human beings. At the critical moment of life and death, Fang Yuhao can't care so much, and burst out the last trace of strength in his body.

The dagger slashed forward frantically!

"brush!"

In an instant, it seemed that something leathery and soft was scratched.

As the dagger stabbed out, his body felt much more relaxed inexplicably, and the hypnosis suddenly disappeared, and he opened his eyes with difficulty.

When he saw this scene in front of him, Fang Yuhao's pupils suddenly contracted.

The rotten coffin in the center has long been opened, and there is a squat on it...

What kind of monster is this?

A... Roushan?!

It cannot be said to be a meat mountain, as if it is a strange creature composed of many corpse fats, with various messy organs, internal organs and heads stacked on it.

So many heads!

Still alive!

A bloodthirsty feeling of desire appeared in the eyes of these heads, and they stared at Fang Yuhao who had woken up.

Fang Yuhao was simply shocked. He looked at each other with dozens or hundreds of pairs of eyes. His scalp became numb and he almost squatted on the ground.

"It's better to fall into a coma, at least like Shi Dapeng, there's no pain if he dies."

"Maybe, after we are eaten, we will become one of them?"

He had this idea for no reason.

"There is also that, the one in the front, it looks like... it's a tomb robber?! My God... he's already eaten?!"

The battalion commander Zhao Xianming, who was in the front, had been lifted up by tentacles, and his body looked straight, as if he had already hung up.

Several nearby heads showed fierce eyes and grinned and wanted to eat Zhao Xianming!

"It's over!"

Although he is a bold type among ordinary people, he is almost collapsed when facing real supernatural powers.

Fang Yuhao has never killed anyone, at most he has watched the old man kill chickens at grandma's house.

He didn't even know whether the "Golden Thigh" Battalion Commander Zhao was still alive, or that he was also controlled and could not move at all.

He only knew that he, the living guy, had attracted all the attention of the pile of heads, and countless tentacles were attacking him wildly!

The pupils contracted slightly, and Fang Yuhao let out a short roar in his heart.

"Hold!"

Waiting for death is not his style. The dagger waving randomly, rolling and crawling back. A few "puff" sounds, it was like chopping an octopus tentacle, which was slippery, but very tough.

His feet slipped under him, and he was grabbed by a tentacle and fell to the ground.

With his wrist moved, he quickly shook his cleverness and stabbed his feet.

But his hands were hard to match the four fists. After a while, his arms, thighs, and his neck were firmly held back, and his struggle became smaller and smaller.

This feeling of being entangled by a python made Fang Yuhao's face become redder little by little, and the suffocation on his chest became more and more serious.

It's about to hang up!

Suddenly, he saw that Zhao Xianming seemed to move for a moment and shouted quickly.

"Help, help! Captain Zhao, I can't stand it anymore!"

At this critical moment, the straight Zhao Xianming really moved.

Like a violent black whirlwind, he cut off his tentacles with one knife, took a step forward, and stepped onto the mountain of meat!

Bang!

The big knife in his hand shone with a cold flash, and it slashed fiercely towards the middle head!

In a trance, Fang Yuhao saw the uniqueness of the head in the middle.

If the others are all beggars like starving ghosts, then the one in the middle is the emperor who manages these beggars!

Its mental state is obviously different, without the bloodthirsty gaze, but maintains a certain degree of clarity. It even has a chubby independent body, wearing an ancient official uniform, and only the lower part is completely integrated into the body of the Roushan.
Chapter completed!