Chapter 220： Sniper Skill Stone (1/2)
This is a pale golden porcelain jar with gold foil on the surface and engraved with countless painful and distorted human faces. Looking from a distance, it gives a very strange feeling. People with dense phobia will definitely see it. Feeling sick.
Song Jian walked slowly towards this porcelain pot, and the closer he got to it, the more dangerous he felt in his heart, and there was always a cold and bitter feeling around him, as if there was not a porcelain pot in front, but a large piece Years of ice.
”Maybe this is the treasure box in the game, which can open good things!” Song Jian's eyes flashed, and silver-quality, golden-quality treasures appeared in his mind;
If you look closely, there seems to be some stiffness in his eyes, as if being dragged forward by something.
When he came to the dressing table, Song Jian reached out and touched the porcelain jar.
Hiss
The black smoke in the shape of human faces floated out of the porcelain pot, and each human face uttered a mourning sorrow, seemingly enduring torture, and had collapsed.
”Come, join us, join us, join ...”
”I am free, I am free, I am so hungry ...”
”Kill you, kill all, kill all ...”
...
Song Jian's ears began to be filled with the roar and shouts of countless people, as if a large group of people were circling him, constantly roaring, disturbing him, and his eyes began to fill with bloodshots.
The plumes of smoke from the faces floated above the porcelain cans, and they began to converge, biting and gnawing at each other, and finally condensing into a resentful face, staring at Song Jian.
Song Jian had a splitting headache, his chest seemed to be pressed against a big rock, and he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit anything. The mental attack was like the tide was coming towards him, just when he was about to resist and was about to collapse, A cool energy emerged in the middle, and all the negative energy was expelled instantly.
Song Jian regained his mind, panting heavily, sweating all over his face, and just now, after going through a life-and-death disaster, he was almost deprived of his mind!
Looking up at the face of the uncle, Song Jian flashed a killing in his eyes, and his left hand was raised.
”Oh ~”
A silver sword gas swept away towards the human face floating in the air;
The corners of his face rose slightly, and a flash of playfulness flashed in his eyes: ”Your attack has no effect on me, mortal, give your body and let me ...”
Uh ~
The silver swordman flickered, splitting his face in half, countless thick smoke erupted from the fractured wound, and his face looked horrified: ”How could that be ...”
Uh ~
The face turned into a cloud of black smoke, constantly tumbling in the air, and seemed to want to reunite, but eventually dissipated.
The cold and bitter sensation also began to fade away gradually, and the golden light on the surface of the porcelain pot gradually faded;
Click ~