Chapter 638 Numb Cracks
Bai Yuxin is dead.
A woman's shrill scream echoed in the dark night, echoing repeatedly in the cliffs.
She died just when she thought she was about to be safe, killed by the unexpected pusher in the darkness.
A man with ragged clothes, dishevelled hair, and a foul odor was dancing on the wooden plank like a hysterical person, shouting in confusion:
"It's flying down, it's flying down!"
"I sent her on a pilgrimage. It's my credit. Haha, hahahaha..."
Everyone who was crawling on the cliff saw this scene. The crazy laughter made them feel uneasy and they once again deeply felt the malice from the blessed land.
But for Wu Xian.
In addition to the fear, there was also some anger.
Wu Xian had already climbed to the edge, he simply let go of his hands and let himself fall freely.
Before his toes touched the fence, he launched an aggressive attack. His body was pushed by a mysterious force, and he moved horizontally in front of the man and kicked him down.
Wu Xian originally wanted to kick this man down directly, but considering that this man might contain important information, he did not kill him for the time being.
Then Wu Xian looked towards the inside of the plank road. It looked like a naturally formed horizontal crack on the cliff. The crack was four or five meters high in the highest part and less than one meter high in the lowest part.
About five or six meters from the edge of the crack, there was a bonfire burning, and four men, also dressed in rags, were warming themselves by the bonfire.
These people all had numb expressions and did not react to Wu Xian's fall. They were roasting some plant tubers and some unrecognizable pieces of meat next to the campfire.
In addition, Wu Xian also noticed that there was a faint flickering light of a candle inside the crack, which might be the candle carried by the statue.
In this way, their arrival at this crack is equivalent to reaching a certain node, and they can now worship God.
The crazy man who was kicked down by Wu Xian got up from the ground and rushed towards Wu Xian with a strange cry.
This man was not very strong and his movements were unorganized. He faced Wu Xian with his dirty face and spitted non-stop.
"You are here for a pilgrimage, too. Let me take you down and let you fly. I love flying the most!"
Wu Xian's eyes gradually turned cold. Since there were four people around the campfire over there, there was no need to keep this guy.
He grabbed the man's arm and threw him over his shoulder mercilessly, directly throwing him out of the plank road, and he fell down like Bai Yuxin.
As he fell, the man laughed out loud and disappeared into the bottomless cliff with his laughter.
"Ha, I flew too, I flew too..."
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After throwing the man down.
Wu Xian's body swayed twice, and he sat on the ground, breathing heavily.
He felt very weak on the cliff, and only regained some confidence when he stepped on solid ground again. The experiences of the past few hours were too exciting even for him.
"I shouldn't have come to this blessed place. If I didn't care about my reputation, I would have just turned around and left..."
In the past, in other blessed lands, no matter how difficult the situation was, Wu Xian could always at least take some initiative, and even if he died, he could still bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh.
But on the cliff of the Valley of the Dead, Wu Xian could only pray that his luck was good enough so that he would not be the first to be cut by the crawling corpses. After a long time, Wu Xian's heartbeat gradually subsided.
At this time, everyone else also arrived at the crack safely one after another. They all had pale faces and lay on the ground like dehydrated dying fish.
Lying in the crack and touching the solid ground, the sense of security is simply indescribable. Everyone wishes they could stay here forever and never return to the horrible Valley of the Dead.
At the beginning, there were a total of sixteen people hanging on the cliff, including Wu Xian. Just a few hours after entering the blessed land, two people had already lost their lives.
No one knows how many lives this blessed land will claim in the future.
But the death of Bai Yuxin and Tang Shiyao was just the beginning.
If they want to leave the blessed land, they have to go down to the bottom of the Valley of the Dead. This safe crack is just a transit station on their way.
After a short rest, Wu Xian stood up and with a shake of his hand, a golden collar appeared in his hand.
When Wu Xian hung the necklace on his hand, the necklace automatically shrank and turned into a bracelet with three small golden bells on it, which were the precious magical instruments, the golden bells.
Every time the golden bell rings, it will trigger a special effect, but unless Wu Xian specifically activates it, the bell will not ring no matter how he shakes it.
Next, he had to investigate the people sitting around the campfire. It was unclear whether these guys were friends or enemies, so Wu Xian had to be careful enough.
Seeing Wu Xian walking towards those people, Jiang Huaian also consciously followed Wu Xian. Seeing this, Wu Xian realized that this man was also a very experienced family member.
If Jiang Huaian didn't have too many problems, he might be able to be a good helper to Wu Xian in this blessed land.
There were four people around the campfire, two men and two women, all of them looked extremely dirty, with disheveled hair and thin faces. If some of them had beards and some did not, Wu Xian would have found it difficult to tell whether these people were men or women.
"Good evening, everyone?"
Wu Xian asked tentatively.
"Excuse me, where is this place? Are there only a few people in this crack?"
None of the four responded to Wu Xian's words. Their eyes were fixed on the food by the campfire, and they didn't even look at Wu Xian and the other two.
If you think about it carefully, these four people did not react at all, whether when the crazy man attacked Bai Yuxin just now or when the crazy man died.
But Wu Xian was unwilling to give up. He changed the way he asked questions and even exuded murderous aura to try to intimidate these people, but they all did not react at all.
In the end, Wu Xian even slapped one of them, but his eyes were still very empty, without fear or joy.
Therefore, Wu Xian could only give up talking to them temporarily.
But the fact that they didn't speak is itself an important piece of information. They didn't become like this voluntarily, so the thing that made them dull was also something Wu Xian needed to be wary of.
After bypassing these four people, Wu Xian and Jiang Huaian came to the place where the statue was placed.
There are a total of thirteen tables in front of us, which correspond exactly to the thirteen survivors at present, and the evil Wang Jiudan is excluded.
Wu Xian was very familiar with these statues of gods, and there were incense sticks on the table. Even newcomers could worship the gods directly. This was much friendlier than the last time when the school was so sad and strange.
These statues should be one for each person, so Wu Xian didn't wait for others and first picked a statue of the Water God - Xuanming Lord, and bowed down with incense sticks in hand.
The blessing effect of [Taiyi Disciple] requires enough magical instruments to be activated, so this statue of the Great Lord Xuanming is the most suitable one for Wu Xian.
(End of this chapter)
