Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

Yin Bing borrowed!

Don't ask, it can't be wrong. I definitely ran into something dirty.

For a time, Hanzhe only felt as if there was a chill, rising from under his feet and rushing to the sky. Immediately afterwards, he immediately wanted to turn around and leave, but only then did he realize that the two sides of the square had been completely blocked by those dark figures. At this moment, he had no way to go.

At the same time, the audience in the live broadcast room also clearly saw the outlines of those figures. Suddenly, all their previous guesses were denied, and the clothes on those figures appeared very clear in the live broadcast.

So, at this moment, the audience finally knows what Hanzhe met.

"Fuck...! What's the situation with this TM! Anchor, you are a hell of a life!"

"Run! Anchor, run quickly!"

"You are blind upstairs! Where else can the anchor go? The square is surrounded!"

You don't need to watch the barrage in the live broadcast room, and Hanzhe also knows that he has no way to go at the moment. Looking around, the dense silhouettes seemed to surround the vast square at this moment, and the more people walked toward him, the more silhouettes came out of the darkness.

In just a few seconds, the rut found that he had been surrounded.

Moreover, those figures seemed to have formed a team, slowly walking towards him in neat steps.

"Anchor! Hurry up and find a way! They're here!"

Seeing the abnormality in the live broadcast room again, the cold rut suddenly woke up from fear, and when he turned his head, he discovered in horror that the figures were closer to him at this moment.

This discovery made the heart of Hanzhe jump out. If he continues to sit here and wait for his death, I am afraid he will die miserably. No one knows what these figures are.

"What to do? What to do! By the way!"

For a while, Hanzhe thought anxiously, in order to find any countermeasures. And then, he suddenly recalled the way he had passed the Yin-Yang Dao.

Thinking of this, Hanzhe quickly squatted down on the spot, and then quickly rummaged in his backpack. But seeing this scene, the audience in the live broadcast room was anxious.

"Anchor, what are you still wrestling with now! No time!"

"Anchor! Don't look for it, go quickly!"

"Anchor...what is this?"

Just when the audience were all at a loss, they suddenly saw the corpse lamp he used before digging out of the backpack. Suddenly, the audience understood what Hanzhe was going to do.

There was no other way at the moment. The square was surrounded by all sides, and it was dead everywhere. Therefore, if those figures are really dirty, the corpse lamp should be able to help.

Therefore, Hanzhe continued to search, until he found a little bit of corpse oil from the backpack before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After the last time I used it up, there was not much corpse oil left, but I should still be able to pour out some. So Hanzhe hurriedly unscrewed the bottle cap and used vigorously to control the oil lamp.

"hurry up!"

In the cold and anxious state, the body oil finally got a few drops. Afterwards, without saying anything, he immediately took out the lighter and started lighting the wick.

But unfortunately, because it is an open space and there is a slight air flow, I tried several times in a row, but it was blown out by the breeze.

At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room had already exclaimed again.

"Anchor! Are you done! They are here!"

"Fifty meters! Thirty meters!"

"F*ck! This TM is to kill me with integrity!" Perceiving the reminder in the live broadcast room, Hanzhe raised his head and glanced subconsciously, but after seeing the distance between those figures and him, Hanzhe's scalp was numb. NS.

The distance between those figures and him was more than 30 meters left at the moment, and he was about to come.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Come on!"

So Han Che couldn't help crying anxiously. However, the movements of his hands were still very careful, while blocking the air vent with his hands, he carefully lit the wick at the same time.

Finally, under the unremitting efforts of Hanzhe, a small group of orange flames suddenly lit up in the dark.

Suddenly, this handful of flames heated up the cold heart in an instant, and even the previous sense of urgency was dispelled a lot. After that, he dared not waste time anymore, squatted down on the spot, holding the corpse lamp in both hands, holding his breath and waiting patiently.

At this moment, time seems to have stopped. Under the cold note, the figures on the left and right sides of him were still walking slowly in his direction, and the speed did not decrease at all.

However, Hanzhe never dared to act rashly anymore. The specific function of the corpse lamp is that the smell emitted after burning can temporarily shield the popularity, which means that it may temporarily deceive some dirty things.

What Hanzhe has to do is to get as close as possible to the corpse lamp, and hope that they will not be able to detect when those things come.

At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room saw the cold rut staying in place, but their hearts were about to collapse.

"Anchor! What's wrong with you! I'm scared! Go away!"

"Anchor, my TM is broken! Don't scare me, okay! Let's go!"

"Shut up, I remember the anchor said that the role of the corpse lamp seems to be used to cover up popularity!"

The audience's guess was correct, so I can only pray in my heart. Those things can't detect him. However, only God knows exactly what the situation is.

At the same time, those figures were still gradually approaching him, and as those things got closer, Hanzhe felt fear and drumming in his heart.

Ten meters...eight meters...five meters...

As they get closer, the outlines of them can even be clearly seen in the cold rut. Those pale, paper-like faces, hidden in the darkness, looked chilling.

And as they got closer, Hanzhe didn't dare to look at it, and even couldn't help directly blocking his eyes with his hands.

In desperation, Hanzhe closed his eyes and prayed nervously in his heart.

"do not come!"

Under the cry of the cold rut, the audience in the live broadcast room clearly saw that the densely packed two teams directly met at the moment when they were close to the cold rut, and the shadow of the cold rut was immediately submerged.

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