Holding the cool black mud in his hand, Evan poked it with his finger, it was a sticky, viscous liquid, and the moment it made contact he heard the whisper again.
Kill kill kill kill.
However, compared to the tsunami-like curse sound before, this time it has been weakened to the extreme, as faint as a mosquito. Moreover, when Evan heard this sound, he had a strange sense of isolation, as if there was a barrier between this sound and himself, which might be the protection mechanism given by the system.
However, I have no idea what the black mud in front of me is used for.
No longer caring about the black mud, Evan looked around the empty cave. There was nothingness between heaven and earth, and only a huge Holy Grail hole was exposed in the sky above his head.
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