Chapter 35 The Wonderful Use of Stars (please collect, tickets)

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"Little mouse, what are you looking for?" A big hand patted Yang Bin on the shoulder, and a word subconsciously appeared in Yang Bin's mind: Run!

Who is still standing stupidly with him when he is found by the enemy?

A rapid back jump seemed to be fine, but Yang Bin clearly came from the place where his shoulder was patted just now. At the critical moment, Yang Bin will not focus all his attention on checking the wound. If he stares at the enemy for a second, it may be a second when he goes to Huangquan.

Yang Bin tried his best to take a look at the injury with his eyes. The whole clothes on his left shoulder had been corroded by unknown black ** to give off a smell. Fortunately, Yang Bin dodged in time, but only hurt some skin. Maybe later, these black ** may even corrode the bones.

Yang Bin couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and the opponent in front of him must not be underestimated.

Once found by the opponent, the crossbow in the hand seems to be useless. Not only can it not play the role of sneak attack, but it may also be caught by the opponent. Yang Bin doesn't think that even the crossbow he uses can have the effect of killing ghosts.

Now that it is found, the magic flame can be raised. There is no need to worry about not being found. Anyway, it has been found.

The magic flame rose. Yang Bin only used a little energy this time, and the magic flame was only wrapped around his hands. Yang Bin's previous battles were all covered with fighting spirit. In fact, this is really stupid. First, it can't use so much energy at all, and it consumes hugely. At worst, it must be killed with one blow. Yang Bin is not the savior and will not save the world and punish evil. The only thing he wants to do is to survive. Just like those noble warriors look down on the fighting style of mercenaries, those warriors will have no noble routines in battle. And mercenary, what kind of routine do you care about? Just survive and kill the opponent most effectively! What to throw sand, kick**, hidden weapon. They are looked down upon by those warriors. They think it is lowly, shameless and indiscriminate battles. Yang Bin felt that those noble warriors were idiots. Only those who could survive were the king.

Yang Bin can't fight noblely. He can only survive the way he plays.

The magic flame lit the underground that had become as wide as a football field. Only then did you see the scene in the depths of the cellar and the real appearance of ghosts.

There are almost all corpses here, like ancinerator... But these large and small corpses, some have been beheaded, some have lost their arms... Some have one foot missing. Obviously, he was brutally killed and then dismembered. The ghost is indeed a dead pervert.

Looking at the ghost, his appearance is similar to Yang Bin's previous imagination. He is dressed in a dirty black robe, and his whole body is as thin as firewood, just like those African refugees. Yang Bin thought of two words: zombies. Yes, the ghost is like a living dead person, so that people can't see what his real age is.

In fact, Yang Bin raised a magic flame. Ordinary people have stayed in the dark for a long time. If there is suddenly a bright light, his eyes will be greatly damaged, seriously directly blind, and light and temporarily blind.

Yang Bin waited for the moment when he was blind and killed him.

But God seemed to be joking. The ghost's eyes were very deformed and sunken, and there were not even eyeballs.

Damn... It turned out to be blind.

"Little mouse, do you want to blind my eyes? Humph, my eyes have long been gone. The ghost even speaks with a strange feeling, which makes people extremely uncomfortable to listen to. But when he said this, he was obviously very confident.

"How did you find me?" Yang Bin did not dare to act rashly. After learning that this guy turned out to be blind, he was ready to shoot him without a spare crossbow, so he quietly took out the crossbow.

"Little mouse, put down the crossbow, that thing is useless to me. From the moment you slipped into the cellar, I saw it. The ghost said disdainfully.

"Look? What do you think of being blind? Yang Bin asked doubtfully.

"From the entrance of the cellar, here. All the skeletons are processed and refined by me myself. They are like my countless eyes, and I can see what they can see. Just like now, I can see above your head, feet, front and back. Your body is 360 degrees exposed under my supervision, and your chance of winning is only zero. There are many stupid killers like you who have visited me. In the end, they have become my eyes, hahahaha!" After saying it proudly, the ghost began to laugh sickly. Yang Bin was just an ant that often appeared in front of him.

How can it be so disgusting? In this way, Yang Bin can't sneak up. Even if he attacks, he will be seen by all-round eyes and defended by ghosts or dodged.

"Bombie!" While Yang Bin was still struggling, the ghost had begun to launch an attack. He just longed for another one of his experiments.

The ghost took out a staff full of skeletons and sang the corpse explosion. His singing speed was very fast. Before Yang Bin could react, the nearest body to Yang Bin had already had a violent explosion. The rotten meat flew, and it was not blood, but the black and extremely corrosive **!

Yang Bin had no time to dodge. Although he immediately formed a barrier with magic flame fighting gas to prevent the splashed corrosion black **, Yang Bin's body was still made into a beggar's clothes by countless corrosion **. His clothes were not worn by people, and his skin was also greatly damaged.

"Ha? Not dead? It seems that you are a little more powerful than the previous mice, but if you don't die this time, you will definitely die next time! These bodies are all filled with the corrosives I made myself, and you can't hide!" The ghost is like a child showing off his toys.

It's not that Yang Bin doesn't want to attack, but that the ground is full of corpses. This guy's explosive singing speed is surprisingly fast, and it's not good to launch an attack in case he steps on a mine...

"Little mouse, attack! Kill me with your weapons and your crossbow! Hahahaha! Corpse control! Explosion!" The ghost laughed at Yang Bin and began to sing extremely fast again, and it was actually a double chant of double magic!

Yang Bin couldn't scream well and raised the magic flame fighting spirit with all his strength to cover his whole body to form a fire net. The double magic of corpse control and corpse explosion made a corpse lying on the ground move, flying to Yang Bin like a zombie in the movie, and the whole body crawled on the fire net and exploded! The recent explosion also produced a violent impact.

Corrosion** Most of them were refined and evaporated by the magic flame, but the violent impact of the explosion made Yang Bin fly out.

Fuck! Is it over? If you go further, there will be 18 bans! At this time, Yang Bin's clothes had already been blown up, leaving only one trousers, and there were still holes!

Yang Bin's brain turned quickly and thought, and there must be a way to deal with him... It's really inconvenient to hold the crossbow in his hand all the time. It's good to receive Han Xingli.

Wait...with stars? Yes, why didn't I think of Hanxing?

Hanxing is not as simple as a storage ring, at least one of the artifacts. Yang Bin has been ignoring his most mysterious power.

"Look at the trick!" Yang Bin jumped up, jumped to the middle of the air to set up a good crossbow, aimed at the ghost and shot an arrow!

"Stupid! Do you want to hurt me with this thing? The ghost disdained it at all and sang a corpse control to control a corpse and blocked the arrow for him.

However, if that's the case, it would be too contemptuous to Yang Bin.

Just as he sang, Yang Bin had already launched the star-containing suction storage function and began to suck up. Stars can contain the stars in the sky and absorb and store any inanimate dead objects. Is it so simple to absorb the power of the nebula? It's just the next moment, a field the size of a football field, whether it's a corpse or a skeleton. There are also dust, mud and stones and so on. In short, as long as there is no life, everything is sucked in.

Didn't you use a skeleton as an eye? Now I have sucked it all to see how you treat your eyes. Now the ghost is blind! Didn't you use those bodies as weapons? Corpse control? Body explosion? There is no dust here now, not to mention the body. It also helps you clean up this sloppy person for free.

Without this piece of skeleton, the ghost now doesn't know what's going on. It's dark in the sea, and he has really become blind. If the ghost knows what's going on, will it spit out a mouthful of old blood?

"What did you do! Ah! Ah!" Although the ghost pulled the staff in his hand, the staff was still sucked in by Hanxing and became the last thing in the ghost's nest.

"Die." For a blind magician, and a magician who has lost his weapon, all he needs is an arrow.

An arrow is like a brain, and the poor ghost doesn't know how he became blind to death.

It's developed this time! He got rid of the ghost and quickly collected his body into Hanxing. Yang Bin knew that he must have collected a lot of good things, but the environment here is not good, and it is already ugly. Let's look good when he comes out of the cellar!

Finally killed the third villain. Yang Bin is still a little short of refining evil weapons. Now, except for a few things that need to be obtained by going to the auction house, there is no need to worry about the blood of the villain and the forefinger bones of the villain.

But the current image is really bad. Yang Bin, who climbed out of the cellar, found that he was still a hole in trousers. If you walk on the street like this, you may be scolded as a hooligan...

helplessly, Yang Bin took out the body of the beast, which was still very fresh stored in Hanxing, pulled out his clothes, reluctantly put it on, and returned to his basement.

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