Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 This is easy to understand. After all, the way to enter the paradox this time is really different. If there is a companion Jenkins, it will definitely be shocked.

　　 From the visual point of view, the place where I am now is probably a huge desert. But the sky was dim, and only black clouds could be seen overhead. It was also foggy in the distance, only on the highest sand dune in front of him, one could vaguely see a person standing.

　　 The air is very dry, it seems that all the moisture has been drawn away. But the temperature was fairly good. Although it was a bit cold in the formal clothes for the dinner party, the temperature was still within a tolerable level.

　　 Standing on the sand dune is an old woman holding a black umbrella. The clothes all over her body are black. Only the beaded flowers on the cuffs are white, so it looks a bit dazzling.

　　 She crouched and watched Jenkins struggling to climb to the top of the sand dune. The folds on her face might directly trap mosquitoes.

　　The closer I get to this person, the more I can feel the coldness that stimulates my soul. Jenkins took the risk and opened his true eyes to look around it. The densely packed spirit bodies were stacked on top of each other in the desert, and they all giggled at Jenkins like a lunatic.

　　 Yes, they can all notice that Jenkins is watching them.

　　 "Do I need to do something?"

　　 He stepped on the sand and asked cautiously, not daring to look at the woman's eyes, nor to observe the spirits nearby.

　　 The old man holding the umbrella waited for a few seconds before speaking, as if a mouthful of thick sputum stuck in his throat:

"This desert has buried too many travelers, no matter where they came from, they are all buried here. If you want to leave, then try to liberate the soul here. If you can succeed three times, then you will be free ."

　　 "Free the soul?"

　　 Jenkins wondered.

　　 The old man’s accent is very strange. Although Jenkins can understand it, it always feels wrong. The sound adhesion is dull, especially between the third and fourth sounds of each sentence, this feeling is particularly prominent.

Section 631 Chapter 619 Injured (7/10)

　　 "The soul is trapped here because the body is bound by this land."

　　 Jenkins understands this sentence, he needs to dig out at least three corpses from under his feet to leave.

　　 This test will never be Jenkins' sand digging skills, nor will it be pure patience. Those ghosts with terrible smiles may be the real difficulty.

　　 Seeing that the woman stopped talking, and resumed the state of staring straight at the person again, Jenkins nodded slightly, and then quickly retreated to the bottom of the sand dune.

　　 The air is dry and annoying. I licked my lips and felt the need for water.

　　Because he is the only one in the treacherous world this time, he cannot exchange opinions with anyone. He didn't waste time either. Seeing that he didn't have the right tools at hand, and it was a pity that [Reading] wasted on this kind of thing, he bent down and started digging with bare hands.

　　 Things went far smoother than Jenkins thought. He just dug at the sole of his feet for less than two feet, and didn't even reach it for ten minutes. A small piece of bone was exposed in the sand.

　　According to the poor medical knowledge that Jenkins learned after becoming a benefactor, this should be a human phalanx.

　　 "Well, let me see what the **** is going on."

　　 said, began to clean the sand around the bones more carefully. He didn't know the consequences of damaging these bodies, nor did he want to know.

　　 Ten minutes later, a male skeleton lying on his back in the sand with his right hand fully exposed in front of Jenkins. Even without the support of sand, the right hand held up-the position where Jenkins first discovered it, still maintains an elevated shape that does not conform to the bone structure and gravity. It makes people wonder what he was doing before his death. .

　　 He retreated outside the sandpit he dug out, and waited quietly for a few seconds before the skeleton began to tremble on its own. It took a minute to control all its bones, and it took longer to sit up.

　　 But it didn't mean to leave the sandpit, but waited quietly facing Jenkins.

　　 Jenkins was still a little puzzled at first, but soon saw with real eyes one of the spirits "floating" above the skeleton, and then overlapped with it in the same sitting posture.

　　 If you just look at it with the naked eye, the corpse on the sand suddenly becomes half bone and half flesh and blood. The cross section of the internal organs can be observed at the junction of the two, but the strange thing is that there is no blood flowing out.

　　 "I don't want to leave this place, please don't disturb me."

　　 It said, listening from the sound, it is very close to the image of the spirit body just seen.

　　 "Why?"

　　 Jenkins is very thankful that it did not directly fight over, which shows that this time the eccentricity is at least not purely combative in nature.

　　 "Because I am guilty."

　　 This is a sentence without the slightest meaning.

　　 "Mortals are guilty, so you don't have to worry about it."

　　 Jenkins comforted.

　　 "But the sin I committed is too great. I don't think even God will forgive me."

　　 It is really uncomfortable to talk to a monster like this. In particular, the logic of its speech is the same as that of normal people, which is what annoys Jenkins the most.

　　 "God will forgive you. In fact, great gods are far more tolerant and merciful than mortals think... and I don't think God will pay special attention to someone."

　　 He comforted again, guessing what the outcome of this conversation would be.

　　 "I killed my children, I used a kitchen knife, will God forgive me?"

"Will do."

　　 Jenkins nodded.

"Oh!"

　　 He immediately screamed again, and the clothes he looked down at his left arm were all wet with his own blood. Just a few seconds ago, it seemed that an invisible person slashed him with a sharp weapon, and he didn't even realize what was going on the moment the wound appeared.

　　 "I killed my wife and I used poison. Will God forgive me?"

　　 It asked again, because Jenkins could only infer from the tone of expression because it was unable to judge the complete expression, it was sincerely consulting Jenkins.

"Will do."

　　 Jenkins replied again.

　　Because of the thirst, he subconsciously swallowed after expressing his opinion, but he felt that the swallowed liquid was cold and bitter.

　　 "Oh~"

　　 There was a strange noise in his throat, and he fell straight on the sand, but quickly stood up, holding his nose.

　　 "A terrible toxin, it attacks so fast, it almost makes the candle's detoxification function too late to react."

　　 He wanted to know what the man who killed his wife was thinking at the time, but at the same time he didn't understand why the knife just chopped off the arm instead of on the neck.

　　 He hasn't healed himself now, and he can only use an ability in the treacherous realm once. It's not a good opportunity yet.

　　 "I killed my parents, can God forgive me?"

　　 he asked for the third time.

　　 Jenkins would like to try to answer "no" what will change, but the desire to survive still prevents this practice.

　　 "God will forgive you."

　　 While talking, he jumped to the right hand side abruptly. But it seemed that someone who couldn't see kept up with Jenkins' speed, and a huge force directly smashed him down from behind, and Jenkins could even hear the sound of bones breaking.

　　 "It's not a ‘invisible person’, it’s an unavoidable ability that directly produces results."

　　 He made this judgment and pressed his hand on his chest to start the treatment. The broken bones probably hit the lungs directly. It was not only severe pain, but even breathing became difficult.

　　Even in this dry and terrible environment, sweat still oozes from the forehead.

　　 "Will God really forgive me?"

　　 This probably means the end, but this time the horror is too terrifying. Jenkins has used a life-saving method before he even figured out the rules.

　　 He suspected that he had gone the wrong way, otherwise it would be totally unreasonable to encounter such a miserable situation in the first place.

　　 "Will God really forgive me?"

　　 Seeing that Jenkins did not answer, the man asked patiently again.

"Will do."

　　 Jenkins replied in a low voice, ready to be hit again, but this time there was no accident.

　　 "Then, can you take the crime of killing for me?"

　　 "May I think about it...No, no, I agree."

Considering that before the word was finished, the fleshy side of the corpse in the bunker had begun to grow tentacles-like granulation, and the bone side was full of bone spurs. Jenkins immediately understood that this was the wrong answer. .

"thanks for your help."

　　 It finally said, the body turned into fine sand and disappeared little by little, leaving only a white jade-like finger bone falling on the surface of the sand.

Chapter 632 The second one of the six hundred and twentieth chapter (8/10)

　　 As the corpse disappeared completely, wisps of black smoke leaked from the sand. They quickly wrapped around Jenkins, forming a black ring on the skin of his wrist.

A disgusting feeling of wanting to spit it out made him unable to help but lower his head to support the ground. At the same time, the spirit that was originally flowing in the body also felt jerky, which has never been seen before. .

　　 There was a buzzing whisper in his ear, and there seemed to be a group of people discussing something quietly. An urge to kill made Jenkins subconsciously call out a black gun, but fortunately, no one in this place can let him kill.

　　 "This will not be a permanent negative effect, right?"

　　 He was very worried and kept rubbing the marks on his wrist with his left hand.

　　 suddenly remembered something, and stumbled into the pit to pick up the osteotomy. The cold air flow penetrated into the body from the surface of the bone, causing a sudden shock of spirit. The osteotomy also collapsed into fragments, and the black mark on the wrist suddenly faded. But soon, the feeling of wanting to vomit came back up again.

"There are gains and losses, I promised to bear his sins, and at the same time I got a special item that can affect the positive impact on the spirit-although this does not completely eliminate the impact. In other words, if my answer just now is Even if you make a mistake, you must fight that thing under the negative influence of your entire body."

　　 He basically believes in his own deductions, and after experiencing so many treacherous situations, he can be regarded as deriving some universal laws. Now Jenkins regrets it very much. If this black circle is really a permanent effect, then it is better to fight directly before the conversation begins.

　　 Considering the characteristics of the treacherous world, it is very likely that this effect will be permanently inevitable.

　　 "Are you going to waste your divinity after going out?"

　　 But at least there is a solution.

　　"You helped the murderer who committed the crime of killing,

　　 helped him bear the sin.

　　He was liberated.

　　 Then,

　　How about you? "

　　 The voice of the old woman came from far away from the top of the sand dune, because it has not been specially processed, it does not sound very clear.

　　 Pressing his head, Jenkins has no time to pay attention to her. He is now very worried that when he glances in that direction, his spirit will be completely overwhelmed by the last straw.

　　 "We must never agree to such a condition easily next time."

　　 He can feel that his limit is his current state, and even his normal thinking has been affected. I desperately wanted to tell myself what I should do next, but the body's instinctive reaction was to kill all obstacles, and then return to the material world to catalyze and purify the candle with divine power to solve the current painful state.

　　 Because of the bad state, Jenkins dug up the second body much slower. This time he did not continue to dig in the place just now, but moved a distance towards the dune to prevent another corpse that was exactly the same as before.

　　 The smell that was first noticed this time, because this time the corpse was not a skeleton, but a highly decomposed appearance. I just don't know why no maggots were seen on the corpse, but even so, the appearance and smell made Jenkins gag.

　　 The reason why I can’t vomit is because I didn’t eat dinner and I’m in an empty stomach now.

　　 Another smiling weird spirit body overlapped with this corpse, and the corpse became half rotten and half normal.

　　 This is obviously a woman, judging from only half of her face, she will not be more than 40 years old.

　　 "Would you like to be trapped in this desert forever? Don't you yearn for freedom? Don't you want to see your family again?"

　　 This time Jenkins was the first to speak. He attributed the last "failure" to not having the initiative to speak.

　　 "Leave, maybe?"

　　 She is not sure.

　　 "If you want, I can send you away."

　　 He promised that he can still feel dizzy and uncomfortable, but at least the desire to kill has been suppressed.

　　 "No, I can't leave, I'm guilty."

　　 said the woman.

　　 "I knew it would be like this..."

　　 He groaned/groaned in his heart, piercing the black spear on the sand, and he held it to his feet, in fact, to prevent the battle from happening suddenly.

　　 "What did you do wrong?"

　　 He tried his best to prevent the word "sin" from being mentioned.

　　 "I was very hungry, so I ate a lot of things."