Chapter 378 Faceless Man

In another part of the sea, looking at the world map, there is a ruins extremely far away from the First Life Island.

This ruins also looks like a village. I don’t know why, but these ruins that began to surface in the second stage seem to be part of some villages.

A survivor held a shovel in his hand and was digging into a grave that was almost on the edge of the ruins.

If you look closely, you will find that the entire ruins look normal, but the area where this grave is located is a piece of blood-red sand. It looks like a separate piece was cut out from that cemetery and placed there.

in this ruins.

In other words, the two ruins can simply be put together.

However, Tong Qiu was not present at this time, and this man had never been to the site where the cemetery was located, so he did not know these things.

He just waved the shovel in his hand anxiously and dug out a section of the grave in front of him.

When the man heard the clang of the shovel being struck by some hard object, he smiled, even though his clothes were wet with sweat, and there was only anxiety in his eyes.

Throwing the shovel aside, the man knelt in the dirt and used his hands to throw the dirt in front of him.

The most famous alien god at present is the "human evil" believed by the three members of the Zodiac. It seems that the names of two other alien gods have been spread recently, but their popularity is not as wide as the name of human evil.

This ruins is strange. Many survivors have come here so far, but no matter whether the survivors are extraordinary or not, or whether they are strong or not, this ruins only allows one survivor to land on the island.

Allow other crew members to follow.

But even if it's not a living person, maybe... it's something disgusting.

In such a fierce competition among the Seven Evils, some kind of weird public opinion spread among the survivors at some point.

But he has no face.

At this moment, the man believed this rumor, and on someone's recommendation, he came to this site, dug up the tomb here, and took out the coffin from inside.

To this day, this man dug the coffin out of the grave.

The black sea water is like this. It contains a lot of extraordinary power. If it really gives birth to something terrible, it is very possible.

"Too...so good..." The man took out the fragment of the bronze mirror from his arms. Even though there was no response from it, he knew very well that he would be able to have a conversation with the gods soon.

Soon, part of the coffin lid appeared in his field of vision. The man was overjoyed and used his scarred hands to move the surrounding soil away.

Not all survivors are as carefree as Tong Qiu. They all have their own things to worry about.

At that moment, the man seemed to see himself.

The man felt a little strange, but at this moment, he suddenly discovered that some words appeared on the fragments of the bronze mirror.

"How long has it been... since I haven't tried killing someone?

Yes, he read that right.

Yes...there is a reaction!

The man was overjoyed and immediately prepared to express his piety and surrender, hoping to gain the protection of this foreign god above the sea.

That is, if you are worried that you will not be able to win in the competition among a large number of survivors and become a messenger of the gods or one of the seven evil people, then why not change your mind.

There was a burning sensation in his throat, and the man lowered his head subconsciously, but only saw one hand.

Do you still have to open the coffin yourself?

He was reluctant to face the things locked inside the coffin, because there might be something unexpected inside.

Faintly, the man seemed to hear some strange sound. He raised his head and looked at the blood-red coffin that fell next to him. Could the sound he just heard come from inside the coffin?

No...it shouldn't be. The man swallowed. This coffin had been buried in the ruins for who knows how long. There can't be any living people trapped in it, right?

For a moment, the man was a little at a loss.

He saw a person.

He found that he could no longer make a sound.

The finger was broken, blood gushed out from the wound, and was contaminated by the dirty soil. The stinging sensation could not awaken his consciousness. At this time, he no longer had any energy to care about his injury. He had only one purpose, and that was

Dig out the coffin in front of you.

I came here and dug out the coffin, but I didn't get the results I wanted. In this case, I had to open the coffin and give it a try.

He also has no hair, his head is bald.

The man took a deep breath, came to the coffin, stretched out his hand, and pushed open the heavy coffin lid.

"Who's looking for me?"

However, now that the matter has come to this, it seems that there is no way out for him.

The man lying in the coffin, unable to tell whether he was dead or alive, stood up.

Originally, a man would think that he would say something like, "It's been a long time since I've smelled the fresh air..." or "It's been a long time since I stretched my limbs."

The positions occupied by the facial features are empty, and only those depressions can be vaguely seen as the positions where the facial features should exist.

He was breathing heavily, like a wild beast that was out of control. He lay prone on the ground and used his hands to clear away the obstacles in front of him.

"Why...why!" the man growled, "Why didn't the fragments of the mirror react at all? Why is this? Didn't he just say that I just dug the coffin out of the grave? Could it be that he was lying to me?!

"

But the first words this guy said when he stepped out of the coffin were...

For example, extraordinary creation.

A person who cannot tell whether he is alive or dead.

But he didn't move.

The coffin buried under the blood and soil has been revealed.

He didn't think that much. The idea of ​​"not being able to be the messenger chosen by the gods" tortured him every day, because the man couldn't imagine how he would survive in the increasingly terrifying black sea if he couldn't get the blessing of the gods.

.

The guy with no facial features or even hair actually changed his appearance little by little and gradually became exactly like himself.

To believe in those foreign gods that no one believes in?

Ding.

"Huh..." He took a long breath and made some sounds.

Moreover, this ruins is empty, with basically nothing of value. Most of the survivors who come here return empty-handed without any gain.

But, he didn't have time to say it yet.

There was no peculiar smell, and even the air in the coffin didn't look dirty. It looked like a coffin that had just closed its lid, and it didn't look like it had been buried in the mud for so long.

The man stuck his head out and looked inside the coffin.

"I really miss it..."

The man widened his eyes and looked at the face that looked exactly like his own.

The anxiety and hesitation are gone.

There was only one emotion remaining in those eyes that he was extremely familiar with.

The excitement of killing someone!
Chapter completed!