Chapter 440: Burning Fire
歘!
A pillar of fire suddenly shot out from Wu Xian's hand, as if he was holding up a ten-meter-long flaming spear.

The pillar of fire pierced through the black monster and then spread out brilliantly. The red flames caused the surrounding air to distort.

The flame of the Fire Spell has a temperature similar to that of a campfire. It feels like it should be between 600 and 800 degrees. It lasts for two seconds, so even a rotten corpse cannot be burned to death.

But when the heating method of 500 degrees is added, the effect is completely different.

After two seconds of high temperature roasting.

The mass of black matter behind the corner was almost completely out of control. Large parts of its body disintegrated and turned into black oily substances that dripped onto the ground. A small part of its body was roasted to the point of bubbling and smoking, and some corners even caught fire.

When the black liquid softened, a heart covered with black tubes appeared from the shapeless body.

The black monster sensed danger.

The heart began to beat faster, making rhythmic drumbeats. As the sound of the drumbeats spread, Wu Xian's heart also began to beat to the rhythm.

"Someone come save me!" This was a woman's voice.

"I haven't lived enough!" This is the voice of the old man.

"Mom, it's so dark here, I'm so scared!!" This is the voice of a child.

The monster's still controllable mouth uttered cries for help. At the same time, the rest of the monster's body was trying to gather together and form countless black droplets into a huge black curtain that surrounded it from all directions.

The red-lipped witch fought hard, and her blood vessels turned red from the effort.

"Hurry up, I can't hold on for much longer!"

Wu Xian raised his hands with difficulty. Because of his beating heart, every movement was extremely strenuous.

He changed another card.

The Fire Spell only has a large range. If you want to destroy a specific target, it is more appropriate to use the Dingmao Fire Spell.

But Wu Xian was already prepared to launch the spell.

Still unable to launch an attack.

In Wu Xian's sight, the black heart could no longer be seen, and the surrounding environment had changed from an underground maze to a dilapidated abandoned building.

In the night sky outside the building, there was a satellite shaped like a human head floating. The satellite emitted a scarlet light, making the entire world look like a pork display cabinet.

Strange shadows were moving in the air and on the ground.

In a corner of the building, there sat a curly-haired boy who looked very much like Wu Xian. He hugged his knees, holding a red-dyed fruit knife in his hand, and muttered sadly.

"Dad is dead, and Mom is dead too."

"No one will come to save me. If I want to survive, I can only rely on myself!"

Wu Xian was very conflicted.

The scene before us might have been a figment of the black monster's dying struggle.

It could also be a memory hidden deep in Wu Xian's memory that actually happened in another world but has been erased.

Wu Xian had guessed this a long time ago.

He is not a native of the real world, but a survivor of a blessed land, just like those people in the welfare home in Fuyuan City. Although his memory has been erased, he still has a strong yearning for the original world, so he is obsessed with the blessed land.

But these were not what troubled Wu Xian.

"Damn it, my eyes are blurry. Should I hit the head or the heart?"

Wu Xian's well-tempered will was not defeated by this little trick, but the mental pollution made him unable to confirm the specific location of the target.

Whoosh! Snap!
at this time.

A glass bullet suddenly shot out from the darkness at an extremely fast speed and penetrated the rapidly beating heart of the fluid monster.

puff!
The black heart fell to the ground, like a burst water balloon, bubbling out black liquid.

The black liquid that was trying to wrap everyone up also lost its power and fell to the ground. The flames that had been contaminated before began to spread on the black liquid, burning more and more vigorously. Wu Xian took back the poker and frowned.

Got head robbed.

But it doesn’t matter. As long as he participates in the battle, the things dropped by the monster will still be his.

As for the identity of the person who killed this fluid monster.

Wu Xian was also very clear about this.

The spreading flames illuminated the surroundings.

A girl with pigtails, pale face and rouge on her face appeared in the darkness. Her body was translucent and there was a fist-sized gap on her left shoulder. The black blood coming out of it had smeared her pretty skirt half black.

"Ah, it's you!"

Fu Jian screamed.

This girl was exactly the ghost girl he met in the forest of hanging corpses. She used the sound of marbles to lead him out of the forest of hanging corpses and saved his life.

It was she who just now awakened Fu Jian'an and Gong Xiujuan with the sound of marbles.

Wu Xian touched his hair, trying to make himself look as handsome as possible, and then spoke to the marble girl in a tone like coaxing a child.

"Thank you for your help, little sister."

"This is our first meeting, but it's too unsafe for a little kid like you to be in the maze. Do you want to be with your brothers and sisters? You may not want to, but please listen to me..."

When Wu Xian was nagging.

The girl floated past him. She had no expression on her face the whole time. She didn't respond to Wu Xian's words. Her little face was as serious as a porcelain doll.

She floated to the crowd as if no one was around, looked around, and then floated to stand next to Fat Tiger.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xian was stunned.

"Is that so? That's great!"

He took back the words he had prepared in his mind. Since they could see that they had to unite if they wanted to survive in the underground maze, the marble girl naturally came to the same conclusion.

Therefore, Wu Xian didn't need to say much, and the marble girl joined the team.

Xiong Gang tiptoed to Fat Tiger's side, looked at the girl with a silly smile, wiped his hands on his pants, and wanted to pat the marble girl on the head.

But his big hand passed through the girl's head.

The girl raised her head and stared at Xiong Gang with a pair of glass-like eyes. Xiong Gang withdrew his hand awkwardly and touched his head.

Maybe it’s because they are both evil spirits.

Xiong Gang didn't think the marble girl was creepy or scary at all. Instead, he thought she was very cute.

“I also want a daughter like this.”

The red-lipped evil spirit snorted coldly.

"You are not a human being, you can't give birth to a cute child!"

……

The black monster cannot stand burning.

Without the heart core, the remaining part is just an oily substance that can be used as fuel. If the flames hadn't spread too quickly, Wu Xian would have wanted to collect some to make new fire oil balls.

Its body was soon burned up.

When the last ray of flame was extinguished, Wu Xian wanted to check the results of the battle, but found that the white-clothed evil spirits who had helped them point out the weaknesses of the black monster had all floated over silently.

(End of this chapter)