Feeling hopeless in his heart, Derek subconsciously closed his eyes tightly and raised his hands to protect her.
But just when he thought he would die from hatred, Derek did not feel any physical pain or other touching emotions for a long time. When he opened his eyes, he saw a swamp standing before him, rolling like the waves of the ocean. A group of undead floating inside the stuffing looked at him in horror. To be more precise, it was the ``Ankai Ancient Book'' in his hands.
"Well, does that... really help?" Derek was a little confused. He gradually became accustomed to the loud and strange cries ing from the swamp, and the fog of consciousness gradually faded. Although the sight in front of me wasn't as horrifying as it was, the line between reality and reality became clearer. There's nothing like fantasy.
He came to believe in the mysterious power of "Ankai Ancient Books," which may be the power of Ankai's god.
The power of Anhai's ancient book was invisible, but as Drake approached the stuffed animal, the extent of its power gradually became visible. It was as if a spherical shield was protecting him from within.
Mud avoids him. The mud may not have eyes of its own, but every dead soul in the mud was his eye, and every devil's eye was an angry death stare.
Drake felt unfortable. He reached the last step in front of him, raised his foot, and was about to step on a strange bubble in the mud. The mud looked like frightened kittens, actively gathering at Drake's feet. The mud was clinging tightly to the protective perimeter of the old book in Drake's hands, and he was too scared to let go.
Seeing this, Derek suddenly seemed less panicked and nervous.
When you realize that what you're afraid of is also scary, you'll naturally startle, tremble much less, and want to jump in your face to release any remaining fear.
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