About the fact that I only have one move to clear the customs

Ning Fan inadvertently glanced at Wang Chao and Jiang Yueli. Part of the reason for this was to avoid using the power of the runner. He didn't want to sink himself deeper and deeper. On the other hand, of course he didn't want to let his two companions fall into a desperate situation.

It is very rare to have a few companions who can rest assured to hand over to the other world. He does not want to lose any of them, so it is best to avoid the risks that can be avoided.

"Are the two masters Feng Linwan and Er Yuehua from the guild headquarters' reinforcements coming from below?" When they came to the pile of bones at the bottom of the valley, the two green-robed deacons poked their heads out of the pass, and said happily.

Feng Linwan nodded, and said to the two:

"Quickly report to Deacon Xie Bin, change the line of defense, brothers go back and rest first."

Looking at the piles of bones, Ning Fan secretly gritted his teeth. Compared with all the previous ghost killing missions, this time he really felt the cruelty of war.

There were stumps and broken arms everywhere, blood pooled into puddles, and the stench was so suffocating that people couldn't breathe. A few d-level deacons who had never seen the world couldn't bear it and vomited continuously.

Even Wang Chao next to him frowned and gritted his teeth, but Jiang Yueli kept his expression on, as usual.

"Is there something dirty on my face?" Seeing that Ning Fan kept looking at him, Jiang Yueli couldn't help but reach out and brush her hair at the temples, looking at Ning Fan with her beautiful eyes in doubt.

Ning Fan shook his head, secretly curious, facing the scene of hell, without changing his expression, what kind of experience can make a young girl have such a strong and stable mentality?

He became more and more curious about her past.

"Okay!" At that moment, the green-robed deacon jumped in front of the crowd, and the other fled to the distance, telling Deacon Xie Bin.

"My lords, everyone, I'll take everyone into the town first." The green-robed deacon turned around and led the way with blood on his face.

Everyone was infected by this tragic atmosphere, and no one could speak.

After walking tens of meters along the steep mountain road, a strange and dangerous town on the cliff came into view.

The houses are either built on the cliffs, or hidden in the jungle, connected by plank roads.

This town is much more unique than Ning Fan imagined, perhaps because of the border gate, the ancestors here used the strange danger of Feiying Cliff as a natural barrier to resist the attack of the ghost clan.

What is the reason for the ghost clan to attack this place so frantically?

Is it to occupy this natural moat as a base?But what's the point of that? This is not a war between humans for land at all. Occupying the fortress without getting human flesh and blood is meaningless to the ghost race.

What is their purpose?Resentment body?Or particularly tempting flesh and blood?

"It may be that a powerful resentment body is about to be born, but unfortunately the sealed resentment body does not have the slightest aura to reveal. We cannot confirm the information and location of the resentment body." The green-robed deacon who walked in front solved Ning Fan's doubts.

"No matter what, the ghost clan cannot be allowed to enter the town." Feng Linwan said coldly.

"Of course, this is exactly what our brothers swear to protect to the death." The green-robed deacon said seriously.

"Here is one of my eyes." The voice of the runner laughed in Ning Fan's mind:

"Swallow it..."

The voice fell slowly, and in Ning Fan's eyes, a light red breath line went up all the way to the top of the mountain.

Ning Fan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the ghost clan was so excited. They probably sensed the aura of the Eye of the Wheel. If they let the other party take the eyes away, they could at least raise an S-level ghost.

So even if you swallow it yourself in the worst case, you can't let the other side take it.

Ning Fan was thinking secretly, wondering if he should tell Feng Linwan that he knew where the Eye of the Wheel was.

"Put away the dirty thoughts in your heart, kid." Zhuanlun said leisurely:

"You should know the consequences of betraying the deal."

"Don't threaten me." Ning Fan said lightly in his heart:

"Even if you tell Senior Fenglin where your eyeballs are, it's just to prevent the ghosts from taking them away. You don't want your eyeballs to be swallowed by the ghosts, do you?"

"Jie Jie..." Zhuan Lun said with a leisurely smile:

"It's much more comfortable to be parasitic on the subjects of my ghost clan than to be on your little ghost..."

"In that case, your eyeballs won't awaken consciousness, right? If I'm right, they will only become tools for the ghosts who devour them?" Ning Fan said lightly.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..." Zhuan Lun smiled instead of anger, "You are very smart, and your sense of smell is very useful, right?"

"It's pretty good." Ning Fan didn't hold back, his strong sense of smell is really useful. When he met the blood lotus just now, the dangerous smell of blood came to his nostrils. This is why Ning Fan ran away without hesitation.

"Hahahaha..." Zhuanlun laughed loudly, "It's really refreshing to deal with you. You won't refuse power, right?"

Ning Fan laughed and said:

"Who would refuse power?"

Zhuanlun stopped talking, Ning Fan smiled slightly, Zhuanlun had hinted very clearly that collecting eyeballs would gain powerful power, as for whether this power belonged to Ning Fan or Zhuanlun, it was hard to say.

In any case, get the eyes first, Ning Fan secretly decided.

Everyone followed the plank road all the way to the top of the mountain. There is a flat land above the top of the mountain. This is the real Feiying Town.

Everyone came to the hall of the branch hall of the guild to wait, and after a while a strong man strode into the hall.

It's just that he neither greeted everyone nor spoke, but just hugged a withered corpse, his eyes were red.

It's hard to imagine that the head of a branch hall, an A-level deacon, a 1.9-meter-tall man, is crying like a tearful man at this moment.

"Brother Xie Bin, this is..." Feng Linwan frowned.

The tide of ghosts is invading, and deacons will die every moment here. This is not a rare thing, including the perimeter of the defense line, there are piles of bones mixed with people and ghosts, and Xie Bin has not seen every one of them brought back. .

Maybe this person has something to do with him.

Just thinking about it, Xie Bin put the mummy on the ground, gritted his teeth and said:

"This is my adjutant, Zhao Ye. From the first day I became a D-level deacon and was assigned here, he has been my brother through life and death. It has been eight years now."

"Deacon Xie Bin, I'm sorry." Feng Linwan sighed softly.

"Sorry, we're late." Er Yuehua looked sullen, her face full of sadness.

"I'm also aware of the situation of the guild's teleportation array. With such a large number of people teleporting, three to four hours is considered fast." Xie Bin said with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"It's just that I was still talking to him on the front foot, but I fell into the ghost clan's tricks on the back foot, which resulted in the death of more than ten brothers. If I was there at that time, which round would I get that stinky bitch of the blood lotus..."

Speaking of this, Xie Bin choked up and couldn't speak anymore.

Everyone looked sad, and needles could be heard in the hall.

"Woooooooo..."

The solemn and stirring horn sounded at the foot of the mountain, and the ghost tide launched the next wave of offensive!