Chapter 70 Is this called bad luck?

Sister Xia felt as if her legs were filled with lead, and every step she took was extremely heavy.

But she couldn't stop, because if she did, the evil spirits behind her would take their lives.

They were like fleeing from a famine, and the slowest runner would be killed.

An exit? Is there any hope for them to escape?

But if I don't escape now, what else can I do?

The ground behind him became more and more muddy, as if the earth was corroded and would swallow up everything that fell into it.

There were a few fallen leaves floating on the mud here, but they did not sink into the mud. They were moving forward little by little with the rolling mud and water.

"I don't want to run anymore. You guys run. It's okay to die." There are still five people alive. A voice came, and then they stopped and lay on the ground.

He looked at the blood-red sky, and his heart felt unprecedentedly calm.

Or, is this it?
Is it inevitable that everyone will die?
As he was thinking about it, he immediately felt his lower back sinking, and his flesh and blood pressed against the muddy ground, and a fierce pain came from his back.

He couldn't describe the pain, it was as if his soul and flesh were being torn apart.

"Ah!——" He wailed heartbreakingly and struggled to get up again, but kept sinking deeper and deeper.

"Save me, save me..." He just said that he was going to die, but now he was struggling forward desperately.

The four survivors looked at the mud behind them. The flesh and blood that was constantly being invaded by the mud dyed the brown land blood red.

Sister Xia continued to move forward without saying a word. She believed that the man just now really wanted to give up his life at that moment.

Even prepared for the pain of death.

The thought of giving up life is real, and the desire to survive while feeling the painful struggle is also real.

The remaining four people continued to move forward, looking at the exit in the distance, already exhausted.

Fuye looked at the humans in front of him who were killed by a single poke. Hadn't the people arranged by the lord gone to get the skill book from him yet?
The first few people were a bit too weak, and he couldn't act any more. They would obviously die with just one poke, but now he had to pretend to torture and hunt them.

Looking at the miserable appearance of Sister Xia and others, the people in the live broadcast room were speechless.

[It's too torturous, can't you just die calmly? ]

[If I had a knife in my hand one day, I would kill all the evil spirits in the world! ]

[You say, do humans really have no strong people? Aren't there many people who have acquired skills and become very powerful? Why don't the strong people stand up and kill all these evil spirits? ]

[What you see is that humans are becoming more and more desperate in the process of survival, but what I see is that everyone's eyes and minds are becoming more and more resolute. As long as they can get out alive, then those who survive will have the mentality to become strong.]

[It seems like raising a Gu. 】

[Humans are still too weak. Only by becoming stronger can we drive out the evil spirits, or even destroy them.]

[In fact, I heard something. According to gossip, it is not a strange thing that descended upon human society, but a world of evil spirits that actively invaded human society...]

[How is that possible? No one would seek death like this.]

……

The consciousness of several people began to blur, and the strength in their bodies gradually disappeared.

"Come on, everyone, come on—" Sister Xia cheered for the people in front.

She no longer had the thought of sacrificing others for mutual calculations. In the end, all she thought about was that she didn't have enough to eat.

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"Come on, we need to wade through this mud. Are you okay?" Xiong Jie looked at the mud in front of him and stepped into it up to his calf. Every step was very difficult.

Xiong Jie began to sweat profusely after taking a few steps, but he did not give up.

He was different from the other survivors, he had his master's instructions in his mind! The direction of the exit required him to wade through the mud swamp.

"I'm fine. I can endure hardship!"

"Uncle, I can endure any hardship." Jiang Che stepped into the mud without saying a word, his legs feeling heavy.

If a big boss like Uncle Xiong can persist, why would he give up? ?
The audience turned the camera around and saw two people running towards the exit.

It's the same mud swamp, but the mud swamp over there will devour flesh and blood, while the mud swamp here has no effect at all.

[It should be the domain of the same evil spirit, but the evil spirit just happened to be chasing those people. ]

[I really think Jiang Che is lucky this time. Why do I have a feeling that he will survive in the end? ]

[Even if such a person survives, does he still have the heart of a strong person? A waste below luck, I still think that becoming strong requires going through all kinds of hardships. ]

……

Jiang Che followed and moved forward, wading through the mud as he walked ahead.

"Actually, I think we two are quite lucky." Xiong Jie said casually on the way forward.

He really felt that he was lucky enough. He didn't have any big ambitions and just wanted to live, even if it was in a different form.

And a mentally ill person like Jiang Che has a higher status among the evil spirits than himself.

He felt that Jiang Che was luckier than himself.

In the process of not revealing his identity, he felt that he could talk about anything. Sometimes, talking about things related to evil spirits could actually consolidate his identity in human society.

"Luck?" Jiang Che looked at him doubtfully, "I don't think I have any good luck at all."

In his entire life, he has never felt what luck is.

Maybe I’ve just recently become a little lucky to have met such a nice family.

As he was speaking, he reached his hand into the mud swamp and said, "Wait a minute, I stepped on something."

Just now Tuantuan had been telling him to watch his step because his mother had put something there for him.

"What?" Before Xiong Jie could react, he saw a ball of mud in Jiang Che's hand.

This mud ball looked ordinary in this swamp, but it looked strange when Jiang Che picked it up.

It flowed yet condensed into a shape, forming a sphere in Jiang Che's hand, but it did not disperse.

"What is this?" Xiong Jie looked at the thing in his hand in confusion.

Jiang Che touched the sphere in his hand. As soon as he touched it, a prompt sounded in his mind.

[Skill acquired: Earth Escape]

"It said that I gained a skill, earth escape." Jiang Che said without changing his expression.

Xiong Jie's eyelids jumped immediately. This psychopath just started to fish in the swamp and directly pulled out a "skill book"?
This path was indeed arranged by the master for them to take, but was the skill ball also arranged by the master?
He didn't think it looked like anything, but his legs were stepping back and forth quickly, hoping that he could step on something strange.

In human cognition, evil spirits sometimes store their skills in special objects.

Whether it is used by evil spirits for transactions between evil spirits or has other uses.

Skill books are generally recognized as the hardest to find. They are hidden deep and come in various shapes. Finding one is harder than killing an evil spirit.

The audience was dumbfounded. They just said they were unlucky, and now they found a skill book directly?

Is this bad luck?

(End of this chapter)