I Have a City in a Different World

"Don't look at it, they're all dead."

The mercenary captain walked to the corpse, lowered his head to check, and shook his head at the crowd.

Everyone was silent, their necks were bitten to pieces, and their arteries were torn off.

They often face death, but this way of dying is a little scary and terrifying.

Looking at the corpse whose head was blown up, they still did not dare to take it lightly. After all, the corpse had just come back to life and killed one of their companions along the way.

After they turned away, would the two corpses stand up again and continue to follow the line?

"What about the corpse, do you want to deal with it?"

The mercenary captain was a little worried, and asked several monks, for fear of encountering the situation of cheating corpses again.

"Don't worry about it, let's move on and get out of this hellish place early."

The old woman said, looking a little impatient, with a hint of urgency in her tone.

Now the situation is special, they have no time to waste, they must move forward as soon as possible.

"I'll deal with it. You all stay away. If you get contaminated with my medicinal powder, there will be one more corpse here."

A monk in the team who had never spoken, suddenly spoke, and then walked to the two corpses.

He was dressed like ordinary people, and he acted very low-key. When he was in the team, no one even noticed him at all.

Although he is low-key, no mercenary dares to look down on him, and he has always been respectful along the way.

Compared to other cultivators, this cultivator is the best at talking, with a smile on his face all the way.

After hearing his reminder, a group of mercenaries quickly backed away, for fear that they would be affected.

The cultivator didn't pay any attention to others, he took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, opened the cork and shook it gently.

Black powder poured out from the mouth of the bottle, adding up to the size of a fingertip, and sprinkled on the corpse.

After coming into contact with blood, the black powder immediately turned into countless little bugs,

Constantly wriggling into the corpse.

This scene makes people's scalp go numb.

But in a short period of time, these insects that were invisible to the naked eye grew rapidly and became the size of a thumb.

After it turned into an adult, it immediately started laying eggs, which was incredibly fast.

When the eggs are laid, the adult worms explode directly into a very corrosive liquid that can easily dissolve even bones.

This scene made the mercenaries horrified, and their awe for the monks deepened.

"Don't look at it, it won't take long, and there will be no bones left!"

The cultivator, who looked similar to ordinary people, said to the people around him, always with a gentle smile on his face.

However, it gives the impression that it is a smiling tiger, and it always feels that there is a trace of grimness in the smile.

Obviously, the cultivator's favorable impression is all an illusion. One cultivator in the team counts as one, and none of them are good people.

"Okay, we have no time to waste, since the matter has been resolved, let's move on quickly!"

Seeing that the matter was dealt with, the grumpy-faced old woman spoke again and urged her with a hint of impatience in her tone.

Just by killing one person, the danger of tailgating was eliminated, which also made her relax her vigilance.

There is no evil spirit, it's just nonsense.

The middle-aged cultivator may deliberately exaggerate, this forest is not necessarily dangerous, he is just creating psychological pressure for everyone.

This method of creating psychological pressure fits the behavior of a middle-aged cultivator. He always likes to keep things mysterious, and then find ways to highlight his abilities.

To put it bluntly, it is vanity, even as a monk, it is also unavoidable.

No one has raised any objections. In this depressing environment, no one wants to stay too long. They just want to leave as soon as possible.

But this time, when they were advancing, the people walking behind the team were all worried. They checked themselves from time to time, for fear that the two corpses would stand up and follow them.

Fortunately, after walking a distance, there was no accident, which made everyone heave a sigh of relief.

No one noticed that the short-jacketed cultivator who was in charge of leading the way in front had a more solemn expression.

He found that he walked such a long distance, but never got rid of the illusion in front of him. This situation is simply unreasonable.

The communication compass seems to be broken, and I haven't received a reply for a long time, and I don't know if something has changed.

After estimating the number of steps taken, they have already walked a distance of at least a thousand meters. If they follow the information provided by the middle-aged monks, they should have already walked out of the range of the illusion.

But at this moment, there is no sign of going out at all, and I don't know why?

Unconsciously, cold sweat dripped from the short coat cultivator's forehead, and an unpleasant feeling slowly rose in his heart.

He didn't even notice that, and he didn't know when it started, a figure just like him suddenly interposed between him and the people behind him.

The people behind didn't find anything unusual, and regarded this figure of unknown origin as a short-jacketed monk who led the way.

As for the real short coat cultivator, he was still thinking deeply, not knowing that he was getting farther and farther away from the team.

A burst of mist appeared, engulfing his figure and completely dispersing from the team.

The figure that replaced the short coat cultivator suddenly raised his head, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Just when everyone was guarding the back of the team, they didn't know that the crisis was coming again, but this time it was in the front of the team...

...

Although the people who followed were anxious, they did not dare to urge too much. At this moment, they all counted on the short-jacketed cultivator to lead the way, so naturally they did not dare to interrupt.

After walking another distance, the woman in black suddenly spoke, with a hint of surprise in her tone.

"Something's wrong, we have already walked this road just now, why did we come back?"

Looking at the traces left on the ground, the woman in black checked it and asked the short-jacketed cultivator who was walking at the front.

Hearing the question of the woman in black, everyone was stunned at the same time, and then kept looking around.

The more you look closely, the more you feel shocked, and the complexion becomes extremely ugly.

Sure enough, as the black-clothed woman said, there are faint traces left on the ground, which are what they left behind.

As for why the black-clothed woman found out, they didn't notice it, because the black-clothed woman was particularly good at this.

Hearing the words, the short-jacketed monk walking in the front suddenly turned his head, and his eyes were bloodshot at some point.

He glared at the woman in black, with murderous intent in his eyes, and roared in a hoarse voice: "I know, shut up now, and no one is allowed to say half a word of nonsense!"

At this time, the expression of the short coat cultivator was like that of a paranoid madman, exuding an aura of irritability and madness.

It gives the impression that he is frantically trying to figure out how to solve the problem, but he never gets an answer.

At this time, the truth was exposed by the woman in black, and he immediately became angry and angry, as if the problem of the woman in black was to question his ability.

"What's the matter with you, what's the problem, tell me quickly!"

The old woman asked coldly, with a questioning meaning in her tone.

"What's the problem, I can solve it soon, are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

The short-jacketed monk sneered gloomily, and his tone of speech was completely different from usual, like two completely different people.

When the old woman and others saw this, they immediately felt a little uneasy in their hearts, and they felt that things were getting more and more wrong.

If there is a problem with the short-jacketed monk leading the way, then things can get very dangerous. God knows where did he take himself?

Such a mysterious and terrifying forest, even if they entered it, they would not be able to guarantee their escape.

"Second, tell me what's going on, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

The old woman's tone was extremely stern, and her eyes flashed fiercely, as if she would do something at any time.