I Have a City in a Different World

Due to a sudden change, the team was forcibly split in two. Although they were only a dozen meters apart, they couldn't communicate with each other at all.

It was as if there was an invisible wall separating the two groups of people, and even the sound could not pass through.

They are like headless flies, spinning around in this area, unaware that the danger is getting closer and closer.

It didn't take long for them to become farther and farther apart from each other.

Whether Tang Zhen's body or his clone in mid-air, he could clearly see this scene.

They are qualified spectators, silently watching a group of ill-intentioned guys, trapped in the so-called "dense fog".

In fact, from Tang Zhen's point of view, the dense fog doesn't exist at all, it's just the imagination of the trapped people.

The phantom array can transform everything, and naturally it can also transform the dense fog, allowing a group of people to trap themselves.

If this kind of illusion is controlled by someone, it would be easier to trap and kill the enemy.

Unconsciously, Tang Zhen felt a hint of emotion in his heart.

Observing the trapped person from the perspective of a bystander is actually a wonderful feeling, as if watching a group of dying ants through a glass cabinet.

It is actually a very interesting thing to have the perspective of God and appreciate the struggle of ants.

Some creators like to play with those humble ants in their own kingdom of gods, use their emotions and desires to influence their lives, and watch them struggle in the ocean of desires and finish their long and short lives.

At this moment, Tang Zhen had the feeling of being aloof, and at the same time, there were still many questions that kept rising in his mind.

Because he is in the perspective of an observer, he will calm down and meditate, thus discovering some things that he had neglected before.

As for the clone who has been thinking all the time, he has already thought of something at this moment, and his eyes become a little dignified.

The main body suddenly fell into a drowsiness, obviously not an accident, but for another reason.

If you go back to the source, the indigenous gods can't get rid of the relationship.

"Hey, I hope things are not what I thought, otherwise I will make you pay a heavy price!"

The clone said coldly,

A flash of coldness flashed in his eyes.

As for Tang Zhen's body, he is still watching the play with relish from the perspective of grass and trees...

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After the team separated, the old woman and others continued to grope their way forward with a team of mercenaries.

Because of the accident that happened just now, everyone became more and more careful, for fear that the short coat monk would launch a sneak attack again.

"This bastard is really haunted. If it falls into my hands, I will make his life worse than death!"

The old woman said in a hateful tone, but she knew very well in her heart how lack of confidence she had when she said this.

If it was a real short-jacketed cultivator, she would have a certainty of victory, but now the guy who appears to replace the short-jacketed cultivator is clearly a terrifying existence of unknown origin.

The group of them attacked together, and they were not the opponents of the short-jacketed monks. Fortunately, the guns of the mercenaries scared them away.

Such a terrifying guy, how could he deliberately provoke him if he avoided it?

The woman in black and the others next to them were all silent, but they were constantly thinking about how to escape the danger.

"After turning around for a long time, there is still no sign of going out, we can't go on like this anymore, we must find a way to break the formation.

If we can't break the illusion, we can't get out at all, and we can only be trapped here in the end! "

The young man in a suit suddenly roared in a low voice, his eyes were extremely gloomy, and he looked irritable.

"Stop ranting and complaining here, why don't you find a solution yourself?"

The woman in black said, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, but the man in the suit could not see her, but could understand her tone.

"Stop talking nonsense, what annoys me, believe it or not I really turned you into a corpse!"

At this time, the young man in a suit was too lazy to hide it, and his face was full of viciousness.

"If you want to kill me, you have to see if you have that ability. The old lady is waiting for you here!"

Not to be outdone, the woman in black said murderously.

Being in a dangerous environment, the two no longer hide their disgust, and they refuse to give in to Maimang.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the fight seemed to be about to break out.

At this moment, the old woman walking in front suddenly stopped, with a serious expression all over her face.

Seeing this, everyone who followed behind stopped moving forward. Because of the fog, they didn't know what happened.

But they are also very clear that the old woman will never stop for no reason, there must be something unexpected.

Just as they were secretly guessing, they suddenly heard footsteps, sounding from far to near.

Listening to the sound of footsteps, it seems that many people are marching at the same time, and the blades of grass are rubbing against the trousers.

Who is this, is it the mercenary who just got separated?

Such thoughts flashed through the hearts of everyone, but no one dared to shout loudly, which is likely to cause changes.

In case the other party is frightened and shoots indiscriminately, it will be himself who will suffer.

Although the illusion can blind the perception of the trapped person, it does not affect the flight of the bullet. If you are in the range, you are likely to be hit by the bullet.

This is why the old woman and others have repeatedly emphasized that they must never shoot indiscriminately, because even they are afraid of being hit by stray bullets.

Everyone held their breath and silently listened to the footsteps approaching. Because of the fear in their hearts, some mercenaries' hands and feet were shaking.

At this moment, everyone has heard that the footsteps are very wrong. It is not the sound of a normal person walking, but more like dragging.

At the same time, there was also a bloody and rancid smell, faintly wafting through the mist, becoming more intense as the sound of footsteps approached.

Everyone is actually very familiar with this fishy smell, which is the smell that corpses emit.

Just when they were extremely nervous and constantly thinking about it, the footsteps suddenly became clear, and it seemed to be about two or three meters away from them.

Because of the fog, everyone couldn't see the specific scene, but they couldn't hold back their imagination.

Although they didn't communicate with each other, everyone held their breath and kept praying in their hearts.

But soon they found that the fog seemed to be gradually fading the direction of the footsteps, and a shadow could be vaguely seen.

These shadows are very weird. They don't look like humans, but low wooden stakes.

They were lined up in a long line and were moving slowly, and the sound of grass blades rubbing against the cloth was indeed coming from there.

After seeing the appearance of these black shadows, everyone has a little doubt in their hearts, and they don't understand what it is.

The fog is still fading, but it is limited to the crowd and the shadows, and the blurred image gradually becomes clearer.

The fear in everyone's heart began to increase continuously.

They can already see that those black shadows like wooden stakes are indeed real human beings, but the shoulders are empty.

The head has disappeared, only the bare neck remains, with red bloodstains remaining.

At the same time, in their hands, each carried a round thing, and between the shaking and swinging, it always faced the position where everyone was.

It was a bloody head, with a weird smile on it, staring at them intently.