In the dead jungle, Zhao Ziliang's roar was like thunder exploding in the valley, and panic filled everyone's hearts at that moment.
Encounter another ghost around the corner.
Even though several people had imagined this situation, they still subconsciously avoided it. The thick fog filled the air and they walked around touching corpses. No one knew what was in the thick fog. Maybe they were already close to the evil ghost. Not a clue.
No one would want to encounter this kind of situation. They all take chances and hope to find a bright and smooth road.
Obviously, beauty and fantasy often only exist in dreams, and the cruelty of reality is unimaginable. The less you want to encounter something, fate will always arrange it to meet you.
As it turned out, the worst happened.
They walked forward touching the corpse in the thick fog, but they happened to touch the ghost. It was not the ghost who found them, but they found the ghost. This is simply ridiculous.
"escape!"
No need to speak, no need to command, no need to say hello.
When terror strikes, when you are threatened, your instinct of life will make you do what you should do.
Without any hesitation, the three of them ran away. From this scene to the previous scene, Zhao Ziliang roared in less than two seconds.
They clearly understood the current situation. Starting from the cracked tomb, the terror in this thick fog was gradually reviving. No one knew what the terror behind all this was.
But with their current skills and serious injuries, it would be impossible for them to walk out of this mountain alive.
The three people turned around and ran away, without even having time to care about the direction. They ran wildly in the thick fog, trying to get away from the terror that was coming.
Thick fog obscured their eyes, and they couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north, south, and everything around them.
They didn't even see what the ghost looked like, let alone any information or patterns.
It was an unknown ghost, a fierce ghost that they had zero understanding of. Not to mention imprisoning him, it was difficult to confront him head-on.
Planning and taking action is a necessary condition in the event.
Fighting recklessly against an unknown ghost without even knowing how to die. In a sense, the battle between the ghost master and the ghost master, or the battle between the ghost master and the ghost master, is an information war. When you understand The more, the better your chances of winning.
This barren mountain is weird beyond imagination, not only the weird swamp, but also the series of graves.
Even if you forcefully imprison one ghost, what about the second one? What about the third one? Where is the mastermind behind the scenes? The terror may be endless, and your death is just the difference between being alive and kicking one second and lying on the ground waiting to die the next.
They ran as fast as they could, not even daring to look back. The gusts of wind coming from behind were like the whipping of a ghost. Fear made their hearts clenched unconsciously. They all knew very well that what was happening in this thick fog was The terror has officially been unleashed, and you'd better not take any chances.
"The second ghost? Or is it the ghost in the grave? He has completely escaped? Why do ghosts appear around us? Did they inadvertently violate the rules? Or are they controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes?" During the escape, Shen Lin's brain Working quickly, he tried to organize everything that was scattered.
The complexity of supernatural events varies. Giving up thinking under fear is the beginning of death. This is a rule of thumb.
"Is it the ghost staircase? Or is it Song Wan? Or maybe the evil ghost in the tomb has escaped from its trap and come up."
The surrounding jungle no longer looked familiar, and the large amount of hard work they had expected to do by using the density of corpses in the trees to identify directions came to an end.
The fog filled the air and they lost their way again, and now they didn't even know where they were.
The jungle in the thick fog is obviously more than just a little weird.
While Shen Lin and the others were running desperately, another team in the jungle was also wandering in the jungle.
They were a team of ghost masters who accepted Wang Xiaoming's order to explore Chang'an City. After receiving the news and entering this barren mountain, they completely lost their way. The four-person team died and scattered. Now there are only two people left wandering around. In this thick fog, the shriveled body and the withered face looked like a corpse crawling out from the depths of the ground.
They had been lost in this barren mountain for about six days. The fog was too thick and there was no daylight. They could not tell the specific time and could only rely on their intuition to wander around like a ghost.
Hungry and panic were secondary. The confusion and fear of being trapped in the mountains attacked their brains again and again, just like people struggling to survive on an isolated island. Survival was their only hope.
But this kind of hope is so luxurious.
Feeling confused and lost, they wandered aimlessly in the depths of this thick fog as if they had lost their willpower. They could only pray that they could find the direction of the exit by walking aimlessly like they were lucky.
Six days, they have been missing for six days. The headquarters cannot ignore them. Rescue must be on the way. They still have hope of survival. All they need to do is persist.
It seems that they are trying to survive with this purpose in mind.
Thinking of this, they seemed to have renewed hope of survival, and their steps became a little faster.
The ghost controller walking in front seemed to trip over something and staggered a few steps. His withered body was hit by this impact and almost fell. Fortunately, he maintained his position for a while and stabilized his body.
After taking a few breaths, he prepared to turn back, but all he saw was mist.
Where are people? It is difficult for thoughts that have been suppressed for a long time to operate at high intensity. For a long time, these two words just came out.
When he barely reacted, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw an additional figure near him. It seemed that he didn't reveal it. The smelly and viscous corpse liquid and dirty blood were scattered all over the floor with bumps, and a cold breath hit his face.
Fear drove his legs to escape, but his neck seemed to be strangled by something. It was like a hair-thin line passed through his neck in the void, and when it came out, it was not even stained by blood.
The man staggered and ran for a few steps. Fear prompted him to breathe heavily, but after a few rough gasps, he felt that his breath was cut off. The inside of his throat was like blood pouring back, submerging the entire throat. Then, a wound as thin as a hair appeared on his neck. It only takes a few seconds to buffer the blood from a few drops to a gush of blood.
"thump."
The head fell down and fell into the hands of his slightly outstretched arms. At first glance, it looked like he was holding his own body. Combined with the scene of blood spraying like a fountain, it was bloody and terrifying.
"How is that possible?" In the last few seconds when his consciousness disappeared, he seemed to be in disbelief at everything and didn't even realize what was happening.
There was no struggle, no roar, not even an escape.
Everything happened so fast and so unprepared. Facing the evil spirit, he was like a kindergarten doll at this moment, so fragile that he had no power to resist.
In the thick fog, blood sprayed, heads were broken, and there were corpses kneeling on the ground holding their heads.
"Click, click, click~"
Heavy footsteps exploded in the thick fog again and again, and the decapitated ghost slowly walked away, leaving only this empty area completely submerged in the thick fog.
Above the kneeling corpse, there was a corpse hanging on a branch. Blood spread bit by bit along the branches, and a lot of it stained the branches and leaves, and slipped off bit by bit.
At the neck, the flat and smooth cut surface looked like it had been run over by a high-precision instrument, and blood spurted out.
On the branch on the other side, a shriveled head stared with eyes that were about to pop out of the frame, staring blankly at his body. The remaining thoughts were swallowed up by darkness bit by bit, until the candle of life was completely was extinguished.
A rapid chirping of birds in the jungle caught Shen Lin's attention. He listened carefully for a while, his face as gloomy as water.
Animals' intuition of danger is far better than that of humans. The ability to make such a shrill cry means that something has happened to them.
Either a human or a ghost.
It seems that something happened in the jungle just now, which made the birds in such a panic.
The horror of this barren mountain was unfolding before their eyes bit by bit like a picture scroll.
