Wang Hao, who was fast asleep, was having a very strange dream.
At first, there was only one person in the dream, the person who was isolated on the ice-sealed throne. His figure seemed so lonely and desolate. His face could not be seen clearly because it was covered by a steel mask. Only a pair of eyes covered in blue light was revealed, and there was a broken sword beside him.
There seemed to be two faintly discernible things beside him. One was extremely huge and seemed to have wings, while the other looked like a horse. He just sat there calmly, but there was an invisible power spreading out, as if he was clamoring to the outside world: It was as if he was the only one.
But all of this was like a statue, as if it had lost its life. No matter how Wang Hao called out to the person on the throne, nothing changed.
Wang Hao walked out of the place where the armored king was. Wang Hao was a little confused. He seemed familiar with that person. It wasn't like he was familiar with a friend or a celebrity he liked, but a familiar feeling that came from the depths of his soul. He felt like he was very similar to him. For some reason, Wang Hao felt this way about the person sitting on the throne.
Wang Hao looked down at the path leading to his throne. There were countless corpses along the way. They were stacked on top of each other, and he didn't know how high they were. Wang Hao didn't know how many of them had been piled up, but this was the first time he 'deeply' experienced what hell on earth looked like. This must be the scene in front of him.
There were all sorts of ways to die. Some had their hearts pierced, while others had their heads cut off. However, these were considered relatively "normal" among these corpses. Some even had their intestines fall out. Wang Hao felt like vomiting when he saw the corpses, but he couldn't vomit them out because he was in a dream. Wang Hao couldn't leave this dream now.
Wang Hao watched silently, feeling disgusted and scared. Wang Hao was indeed a little scared, even though he was a fake otaku who had watched countless horror movies.”However, the scene on the computer screen had been edited. It was completely different from what Wang Hao was seeing. Even when watching a movie, one wouldn't be scared by the scene alone. Those scary scenes would always be accompanied by some terrifying sounds. Wang Hao was indeed in a world without sound.
There was not a single sound. The world was terrifyingly quiet. Wang Hao just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. This was the first time he was so close to the bones.
Every step Wang Hao took seemed to have been through thousands of mountains and rivers. Although he had read Jin Yong's martial arts novels and Saw countless times, those scenes were completely different from what Wang Hao was experiencing right now. The feeling of experiencing it personally was incomparable. Every step he took was not stepping on rocks, but on corpses that had lost all signs of life.
Wang Hao walked over many corpses with every step he took. He didn't know how far he had walked, and he didn't know how many corpses he had stepped on. However, the closer he got to the foot of the mountain, the more corpses there were. Wang Hao didn't know how many corpses he had stepped on. At this moment, Wang Hao was gone, and there was a pile of frozen blood and flesh under his feet.
When Wang Hao was halfway up the mountain, one 'dead soul' after another appeared in front of him. At this moment, a whimper came from this silent world. Coupled with the ghosts floating around Wang Hao's voice, Wang Hao felt that this place was full of life. From time to time, he would still hear the words: " Give me back my life, give me back my life..." All the voices sounded extremely real. The feeling of stepping on flesh and blood under Wang Hao's feet couldn't be described with words. If he had to describe it in one sentence, it would be fear. Although he had watched countless horror movies and zombie movies, he had never experienced the feeling of being in the real world. This feeling made Wang Hao believe it, although he didn't know why. However, he could not die in this damn place. He still had a lot of youth to squander. There were still countless new shows that he hadn't made up for, and Wang Hao was still a virgin…
Wang Hao was scared at first when he saw the " dead souls " floating in front of him, but as time passed, he started to feel nothing. They were just floating around him. They didn't attack and only made strange noises occasionally. Wang Hao was shocked when some ugly souls floated by him. What kind of souls were they? Extremely ugly face, abnormally well-developed limbs…
However, Wang Hao was only shocked for the first time, but he didn't find it strange anymore. All kinds of souls floated in front of him. Some of them looked like humans, while others were grotesque. These two completely different souls were half and half.
He didn't know how long Wang Hao had been walking, but it seemed like there was no end to the world. Wang Hao didn't know how long he would have to walk before he reached the finish line…
Suddenly, Wang Hao felt a sense of danger. All the pores on his body seemed to shrink at the same time, and he quickly rolled on the spot.
"Bang!" The sound of metal clashing echoed in Wang Hao's ears.
Wang Hao looked back and saw an unusually tall and powerful monster with hair all over its body and a sickle in its hand. Behind the big monster were two similar monsters. The two of them were also holding sickles, but they were both smaller than the big monster. Moreover, there was a monster that seemed to be even smaller than him.
While Wang Hao was still in a daze, the big monster and the other two small monsters rushed at him.
When the giant sickle was about to cut Wang Hao in half, fear appeared in his eyes. At that moment, a girl in blue suddenly appeared in Wang Hao's mind. Tears streamed down her face, but she still tried her best to smile at Wang Hao.
" I can't die…" Wang Hao seemed to have gained some kind of power from the blue-clothed girl's crying smile. With a loud roar, the muscles on his entire body grew crazily like Hulk transforming into a Hulk. What was even scarier was that Wang Hao's fingernails were forty to fifty centimeters long, and they were pure black without any " impurities ".
" Roar…" Wang Hao roared like an ancient beast waking up from a dream and flicked the deadly blade away.
"Ghoul King's Armlet-Activate.”Wang Hao said in his heart.
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