Damn!
Bentham cursed in his heart, let go of the hand holding his clothes, turned around and ran, without any intention of caring about the life or death of his teammates. Pansy didn't dare to lie down anymore. She rolled over and stood up nimbly, chasing Bentham's figure, shouting "Wait for me" while running as fast as she could.
But no matter how fast they were, they could not be faster than the ghosts that had no weight to float.
Several ghosts swooped down from the sky and passed through the bodies of the two men.
The dead were in a state of spirits, and physical attacks against them were difficult to achieve. However, when they passed through the body, the icy deathly aura made Pansy and Bentham feel as if they were falling into an ice cellar. Their blood almost froze, and before they could even scream, they both fell to the ground, their lips turning pale and they passed out.
…
I don’t know how long it took.
"Are they both dead?"
"Still alive..."
"Why bring him back alive..."
"Be careful next time..."
Faint and indistinct sounds continued to be heard, and Bentham gradually woke up. His eyeballs kept moving under his eyelids, and he slowly opened his eyes, and the vision in front of him was blurry.
Where is this and who is talking?
Bentham tried hard to open his eyes and wanted to get up from the ground, but his limbs were not obedient and were very stiff. Even raising his hands was difficult. However, the blood flow was quickly driving away the cold, and the stiffness was also fading. Finally, he struggled to sit up, and the things in front of him became clear.
Beside him, there was another person lying. It was Pansy. Looking around, he saw an extremely spacious hall with walls made of various bones. In front of him, on a large bone chair, sat a lazy young man with his chin supported by one hand.
On the left and right sides of the young man were two young men, and on the side were Catwoman and the Revenant...
The Lord of the Undead City, Li Ziyu!
Bentham jolted awake, his eyes widening.
"Oh? You're awake. Do you have anything to say? For example, something that can be exchanged for your life, information, or something. If not, well, you still have the chance to leave a last message." Li Ziyu saw Bentham wake up, moved his body, and still spoke lazily.
"Wait! We can talk!" Bentham raised his hands, facing his palms towards Li Ziyu, indicating that he was not a threat, and said repeatedly.
"I don't like wasting time. If you want to live, come up with something useful to redeem your life." Li Ziyu waved his hand, asking Bentham to speak quickly if he had anything to say.
Bentham glanced at Pansy beside him. This guy was still unconscious and as unconscious as a dead pig. He could not help him.
His mind raced, thinking about how he could escape. Seeing Li Ziyu's impatient expression, he quickly said, "There are many good things in my fortress. Please spare me, and I will give you all the resources."
Li Ziyu looked at him like he was a fool, smacked his lips and said, "Don't you understand the situation? You've already lost. I don't need you to give it to me. Your fortress is already my trophy."
It seems that there is no gain. Li Ziyu waved his hands in boredom. He knew it would be like this. The ghost's work is still not good enough. He doesn't need a prisoner. Why bring him back alive? The corpse is enough. Why bother now?
Two skeletons approached with knives in hand, grabbed Bentham's arms and tried to drag him out. He was so frightened that he almost died. He shouted, "Wait, wait, I said let me go, I have something to say!"
The undead ignored Bentham's pleas for mercy and dragged him out. Bentham, quick-witted, shouted, "I have information! I have information!"
"Bring him back." Li Ziyu said softly.
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