From the Dungeon, Slaughter the Demon Apostle

So at this time, when Ling Fei observed him, although he looked very embarrassed, with blood on the corner of his mouth, and blood stains on the wound of his broken arm, he was obviously very clear-headed, because whether his expression was fake, Ling Fei's His eyes flickered, but he didn't speak in the end, he turned his eyes to Kuska again.

Kuska's mood is very calm at this time, maybe he has experienced it once in the mist, so he has always maintained this steady breathing, and tried his best to control his mind, so until now, he still maintains the same breath. Sober, he repeated the family's cultivation methods over and over again in his mind. At this moment, it is obvious that if one does not concentrate on one thing, it is the easiest to think wildly.

Looking at Kuska's stern expression, Ling Fei nodded, with a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. Although he and Moni were just a deal, he was very satisfied with the two new guards suggested for Moni. He is still very satisfied with the captain. Bull is calm and stable, has a strong outlook on the overall situation, and most importantly, he can boost morale at critical moments, while Kuska has high understanding, prestige, and a firm heart for martial arts.

As long as they are properly cultivated, they will definitely be the mainstay of the Kunier family in the future. Of course, this is Ling Fei's judgment on their current character. As for what will happen in the future, he can't guarantee it. After all, people's hearts will change.

Thirty minutes passed, and everyone began to react, and even the faces of several comatose sick and wounded had different expressions.

Ling Fei looked at Kuska's sad expression, and knew that he was beginning to react, but he couldn't understand how the comatose wounded could be confused. Confusion is no surprise, but why are their onsets slower than those of somewhat sober people?

Inadvertently, Ling Fei turned his gaze to Snell again, only to see that his eyes were a little red, he clenched his teeth tightly, the despair on his face turned into resentment, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, although he looked It seemed a little like falling into madness, but through his eyes that were still full of spirit, Ling Fei could still see that his mind was still lucid.

It's weird... This was Ling Fei's first reaction. Soon, he seemed to realize something, his face became ugly, he jumped to Snell's side lightly, and lightly touched Snell's forehead Press it, and the moment the seemingly limp sheet touched Snell's forehead, Snell suddenly collapsed like a balloon that had been punctured, and passed out in a coma.

"Phew, it's a good thing we discovered it early, otherwise it would have been troublesome." Ling Fei's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he glanced at the comatose Snell in a daze, sighed, and was speechless.

An hour passed, and it was less than two hours before dawn. Ling Fei also became busy. From time to time, he would suddenly shake his body and fly to a certain guard, just like he did to Snell, and kissed him on his forehead. At one point, the guard will be helplessly laid down.

Looking up, half of the people have already spread out on the ground, but more than half of them still have unsteady faces, stubbornly insisting on sitting there cross-legged.

Ling Fei nodded with satisfaction, and continued to pay attention to their changes.

As time passed, when Ling Fei observed the changes of these guards, he also gradually understood some characteristics of this fog. First of all, its function. First of all, the effect of these fogs is actually to make people hallucinate. It all depends on the individual state of mind and cannot be mastered.

Secondly, the principle of the onset of these fogs is that they start to work after people inhale them into the body when they are breathing. From this, it can be seen that most of the people who started the attack were nervous and breathing too frequently, which led to inhalation. A large amount of fog will be the first to react, and those with a better mentality and steady breathing will have a slower attack.

In addition, Ling Fei also discovered a strange phenomenon. It is also because of nervousness and people with shortness of breath, the reaction time is also different. After Ling Fei's analysis, he believes that this may be related to body temperature. He guessed from there, because when his palm touched Snell's forehead, he could feel the guy's body getting hot.

After that, when he observed other guards attacking, he paid special attention to this point, and it was gradually confirmed.

Although he guessed the truth, Ling Fei did not show a relaxed expression, but instead became dignified~www.readwn.com~ Because breathing is an essential and normal behavior for everyone, even the venerable can't make an exception, so he said He, as long as he stays in the mist longer, anyone may be unable to resist this kind of pervasive attack, then he himself is afraid...

Subconsciously, Ling Fei suddenly wanted to know himself, if he was lost, what kind of dream would he have? There is even some expectation in my heart.

Time passed slowly like this, and more and more people fell down. Most of these people were on the verge of going crazy, and Ling Fei just knocked them down. Crazy is Ling Fei's own definition, but in fact, there are some differences Yes, some people were dancing excitedly, some were beating their chests and feet angrily, and even a few people showed a cold killing intent.

But in Ling Fei's eyes, these behaviors are all signs of madness, because they stand up uncontrollably and want to behave like crazy. You know, they are surrounded by people, and this kind of behavior is not allowed. of.

hiss...

Suddenly Ling Fei heard a few slight hissing sounds from a distance, and he couldn't help frowning. The human-faced spiders didn't touch the taboo line all night, why could they feel their pain at dawn? Ready to move? This made Ling Fei a little puzzled, but soon, Ling Fei realized that at some point, the bonfire had gone out.

"It seems that they can't bear it anymore, and I just don't have to be a nanny anymore."

Ling Fei licked his cold lips and whispered to himself.

He casually drew out his somewhat blunted black iron giant sword, and Ling Fei's face rarely showed a bit of fanaticism.

Then soon, Ling Fei's smile froze on his face, because he heard a faint voice from far away from the depths of the mist, a voice that he hadn't heard for many years, but it was still in his ears like yesterday.