The strange things behind them blocked the skylight, and the sky above them became darker.
Song Qi could feel the pressure, and Lin Jiahui asked Golden Finger to stop the strange things behind them.
Hundreds of strange creatures swooped down from the sky and came towards the twenty players.
Song Qi touched the cloth around her neck while running. She had wrapped it in several layers. Nothing happened in a short period of time, but after a long time, she couldn't tell for sure.
A fast monster blocks the way in front of them, and suddenly the players become turtles in a urn.
Wu Hansheng gasped. The situation now was too bad. Although they could see the approximate number of monsters, it was difficult for them to escape.
Song Qi rolled his eyes, ran over, picked up the oil drum, and splashed it in front of him. Then he took out the duster he had prepared earlier from his backpack, opened it and threw it away.
The flames burned again, and the monsters flew into the sky one after another and did not dare to land.
Taking advantage of this gap, Song Qi took Lin Jiahui and continued running, followed by Wu Hansheng.
Only now did he realize that Song Qi also remembered the route.
Before Wu Hansheng could think about it, the slower female player fell to the ground and was caught by something strange at the ankle.
"Help-" the female player screamed in horror.
Not a single player looked back.
The female player looked at Wu Hansheng's running back, and the light in her eyes dimmed little by little.
Luo Zi Wuhui turned around and took a look. The man had been dragged back to the castle by the strange thing.
He spat, he deserved it! Who made her believe Wu Hansheng, a hypocrite.
If something really happens, these people will be Wu Hansheng's scapegoats!
Luo Zi Wu Hui ran faster and they entered the dense forest.
Song Qi was still holding the small half bucket of oil in her hand. She sprinkled the oil on the trees and set the forest on fire, making it impossible for the monsters to set foot.
After escaping from the dense forest, the players are considered safe. A little further ahead is the small town of Mingde.
The dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed at this moment, and the players lay on the ground panting, feeling a sense of joy in surviving the disaster.
Song Qi didn't dare to stop and pulled Lin Jiahui to continue walking towards the town.
A faint light flashed in Wu Hansheng's eyes, this player was a bit extraordinary.
He also stood up from the ground, "Let's go back to the town first, it's not very safe here."
After this incident, Luo Zi Wuhui's attitude towards Wu Hansheng became even worse. He passed directly by him and left with his team members.
Wu Hansheng chuckled and shook his head helplessly.
Song Qi and the others were the first to return to the attic. The clothes on their bodies were stained with a lot of dust. She lightly dusted them off. The clothes were made of good material and fell off as soon as she dusted them off.
The players from behind came back one after another, and Song Qi and Lin Jiahui had already gone upstairs.
After all the trouble during the day, I wonder if the strange things will come to the town at night.
Everything was fine at first, but unexpectedly things changed, leaving them in a very embarrassed state, and one of them died.
The female player who was dragged back to the castle would probably not survive.
Wu Hansheng wiped his face and asked them to wash up before discussing the evening's affairs.
After the eighteen surviving players sat down in the hall, Wu Hansheng came over.
"Why did everything suddenly change? It was almost successful."
The players in Wu Hansheng's team said irritably.
"We don't know the reason for the change of weather." Wu Hansheng comforted them. "It seems to be a probability event. It was just an accident that we encountered it. But at least we know the number of strange objects, so we can continue to work hard."
Everyone fell silent one after another, and they didn't regret it and didn't choke.
Wu Hansheng is right about this.
(End of chapter)
