So he listened carefully, and the faint singing behind him gradually became much clearer. This was a polysyllable pronunciation, and he could not tell the content of the spell. He just felt that the sound was extremely graceful, and each stroke was just right to play the strings of his soul.

He tried to turn around and began to adapt to the body.

There is already an extremely vast army of skeletons in the world behind me. They are neatly arranged, and there is a sense of desolation under the bright moon. Several gray-robed men, with their faces hidden in their wide hats in their clothes, were waving their magic wands and singing hard.

There were also a dozen people in the same dress, sitting on the ground in different postures, as if they were meditating in some kind of mental recovery.

A voice sounded in his mind, and he didn't know what it meant. He only knew that he was driving himself forward. He tried to ignore the sound, but there was a slight tingling pain in his mind. This little pain was nothing, but Feng Qinglang no longer disobeyed and followed several other skeleton companions and staggered towards the front.

When he came to the pile of weapons, he also imitated his companions and picked a weapon he liked. For some reason, he picked a mace that lacked most of the nails. He always felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had used it before, and the sense of crisis of mental collapse came again. He decisively stopped thinking about this problem, followed the sound in his mind, and staggered along the edge of the skeleton army, and lined up backwards. He happened to see some skeletons carrying the collected weapons and walking towards the pile of weapons.

Perhaps his actions of looking around attracted the attention of a necromancer who had just finished sitting. The man hooked his finger at Feng Qinglang, and Feng Qinglang came to the man shakingly.

The man pointed at Feng Qinglang and said something to another wizard beside him who had just finished sitting. Those unknown syllables gradually began to become clear. Even Feng Qinglang understood what they were saying.

He realized in his heart that he was gradually integrating into this world and being accepted by the rules of this world. When the sense of crisis of mental collapse surged, he once again decisively stopped thinking about this issue.

I happened to hear the wizard say, "...a very smart skeleton isn't it? Cyrence, he seems to be observing this world."

"Yes, it made me feel uncomfortable with Rebitt. I think he was watching us, and it gave me the urge to ruin him."

"Don't do this, Cyrence, this is an interesting toy. Maybe he was an amazing big shot during his lifetime..."

"Hmph, Ribit, this is an ancient battlefield. Even if an ordinary soldier is not a character during his lifetime, don't want to have any fun, don't forget the purpose of the adults' orders to come here."

"I don't care, I plan to keep him by my side anyway."

A voice drove Feng Qinglang's mind to stand behind the undead wizard named Ruibit, and Feng Qinglang did it honestly.

In the illusion world, it may have been a long time, but for the outside, it is only a moment, and even the ruling will just be just a defense inside and outside.

On the edge of the round table, two people opened their eyes again, their eyes full of fatigue. Fortunately, they were not traumatized by the spiritual sea.

The host of the ruling meeting was obviously mentally prepared for this, so he made a gesture and the medical team, who was on standby at any time, immediately stepped forward and helped the two unlucky guys out of the cracked gap in the guards.

In the quiet audience, there were naturally a buzzing commentary, including the lament of the family of the parties involved, the comfort of the alliance family, and of course, more of the commentary of gloating.

When the medical team checked that the two men were indeed not seriously injured, the ruling record officer immediately appeared and asked in detail about the two losers' magical experiences in the backstage.

"I was born in a human teenager. He just happened to roll down from the mountain, hurt his head, and caused amnesia... I underestimated the horror of the loss period. I really thought I had become a human teenager in that world. I thought I had amnesia, but fortunately I was born in a noble family and could live without worries. But the unfortunate thing is that the noble offended some forces and was wiped out, and I couldn't escape in time, as a result...

The loser saw the two recorders looking at each other and couldn't help but say annoyed: "I know that if I could awaken earlier or escape from that extermination, then the main line of my destiny should be to embark on the path of the Avengers, thus gradually gaining huge power and finally ignite the divine fire..."

As he was talking, he was also indifferent. He had been preparing for the league competition for so long and thought he could make a big splash, but he became the first eliminater, which was unlucky enough.

He no longer made any more excuses, and allowed the two recorders and the clerk behind them to write comments. After telling his own experience, Yu Qian closed his eyes and couldn't help but prick up his ears. He only heard the second-ranked elimination person and said in a frustrated tone: "I'm even more unlucky. I was born in a pig, but because the pig pen is in the temple of that world, I can hear some enlightening voices every day. I always feel that this world is full of inappropriateness. I tried to think, but my spirit almost collapsed. But I didn't give up my efforts. At least I can gradually understand the language of the humans around me and understand some of the Sanskrit sounds from the temple... But damn it, their pope likes to eat piglets very much. I can usually avoid it. I happened to be distracted that day and ended up being caught..."

After such remarks, even the serious clerk's mouth brought a curve. The second loser sighed and his mood was no better than the previous loser. After briefly describing his failure experience, he was silent.

In the spacious lounge area in the backstage, when the focus of the eyes was no longer on the two losers, the two people buried deep in the sofa gradually recovered their spirits.

The loser in front suddenly said to his temporary companion: "Hey, I promised the Noble family that I can enter the top 30. I'll go out later. I don't know what face the Noble family will give me, and whether the reward can be recovered..."

The latter sighed with sympathy: "This is my most failed gunman experience... If you are someone in it, you will not cherish it. It is hard for me to be a pig." He is still worried about his experience of being a pig.

The man in front smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think people are so easy to behave? I think the race distribution in the fantasy wood porcelain plate must have its difficulty setting, and the human race must be a race with higher difficulty. Especially as an amnesia, I only felt blank in the previous world, and that sense of panic was unparalleled.

"You mean, because of panic, you have caused your subconscious to not give your all?" The latter couldn't help but lower his voice.

The man in front also whispered: "Now I'm quiet, I think about it carefully. If I sink into that world and let the rules of that world be added to the spiritual sea, and I never understand the origin and rules inside, then once I suddenly leave, the spiritual sea will be damaged."

Looking at the half-believing gaze of the temporary teammates, the man emphasized and said, "You wait and see. The latecomers will definitely have those who are damaged in the spiritual sea."
Chapter completed!