I Have a City in a Different World

"Yes, there are ghosts!"

A mercenary shouted in horror, his face full of horror, and he raised his weapon subconsciously.

"Idiot, don't shoot!"

Because of the fog, only the teammates next to him saw the mercenary's movements and turned pale with fright.

He hurriedly stopped, for fear of accidentally injuring his companions, and the sound of gunfire attracted the attention of these headless corpses.

It's a pity that his movements were a step slower, and his companion had already pulled the trigger just after the voice came out.

The dull sound of gunshots sounded especially harsh in this strange fantasy, and it also made everyone's heart tremble violently.

"It's over!"

For some unknown reason, everyone had this idea in their hearts and raised their weapons at the same time.

Now that the shot has been fired, it means that things will no longer turn around. The only thing they can do now is to fight with their companions.

Get out of trouble and talk about other things.

The only reliance of the mercenaries was the firearms and weapons in their hands. The previous scene of shooting the monks in short coats with random guns gave them more or less confidence.

However, the next scene surprised them.

Those headless corpses were not afraid of bullets, they turned their direction in unison, and walked towards them in a horizontal row.

It can be seen with the naked eye that after the bullet hit the headless corpse, it made a sour "poof" sound as if it hit the rotten wood.

Flesh splattered, blood splattered.

The headless corpse was beaten to pieces, but it did not affect the movement at all, and it was approaching them step by step.

Fortunately, they move very slowly, otherwise, within a short distance, the mercenaries cannot resist the impact of the headless corpse.

The heads that were held in their hands looked so familiar, but now they had a ferocious smile that made people shudder.

Even if he was hit by a bullet and his flesh splattered, his head still kept that hideous smile on his face.

"You bastards,

What do you want to do? "

Seeing those former companions dying miserably, and pressing step by step in this terrifying and strange state, the mercenary captain roared loudly and angrily.

Unlike those cultivators who fought against each other, these mercenaries had a deep relationship with each other. Now, seeing their comrades die strangely, their hearts are naturally quite painful.

Perhaps in the next second, he will follow in their footsteps.

At the same time, he also knew that whether he was alive or dead, as long as he became an enemy, one of them had to fall.

Kindness on the battlefield is just to harm oneself.

"Use incendiary bombs!"

The mercenary captain roared, thinking of a way to stop the headless corpse, and issued an order loudly.

Ordinary mercenary teams rarely carry weapons like incendiary bombs. After all, they are not real soldiers.

However, this team serves the monks, because they need to deal with some special situations, and the equipment they carry is completely different from the normal armed forces.

In addition to weapons such as incendiary bombs, they even carried paranormal restraint items in case of emergency.

Following the captain's order, the mercenaries took off incendiary bombs from their waists and smashed them towards the headless corpse that was coming towards them.

At the same time, these mercenaries evaded backwards to avoid being affected by the flames of the incendiary bombs.

The incendiary bombs they use have very strong adhesion and can stick to the target and burn violently.

Ordinary items encounter this kind of thing, and the final end can only be burned to ashes, even steel.

Sure enough, immediately after the incendiary bomb was thrown, the walking headless corpses were immediately touched, and then the sound of "pop" sounded, and the dazzling sparks seemed to burst out of fireworks.

In the black smoke rising, the unpleasant smell of burnt stench spreads out, and the walking headless corpses have turned into burning fireballs.

Everyone thought that the attack was effective, and there was a trace of joy in their hearts.

However, in the next moment, they saw the headless corpses raised their arms and threw the heads in their hands.

These heads were smeared with flames, and their ferocious mouths were wide open, and they fell on the mercenaries one after another.

The mouths of the human head clenched violently, grabbing the mercenary's body tightly, and the burning flame immediately ignited their bodies.

Wrapped in terrifying flames, the mercenaries screamed again and again, and in the process of running and struggling, they turned into new fireballs.

They are not those headless monsters, but living human beings with flesh and blood, who simply cannot bear the pain of being ablated.

The original camp completely collapsed, and the mercenaries screamed and scattered, running and falling to the ground motionless.

As for the old woman and others, they immediately fled after finding out that the situation was wrong.

As monks, they have higher perception, more agility, and a higher survival rate in the face of danger.

From the very beginning, they had seen the strangeness of the headless corpse, which must have been controlled by a mysterious force.

To put it bluntly, they are a group of puppets, they are not afraid of pain at all, and their flesh and blood cannot be an opponent at all.

If you want to solve it, it will definitely take a lot of effort, but now that they can't protect themselves, there is really no need to do this to save a group of mercenaries.

It was precisely because the old woman and others stood by and watched that a group of mercenaries couldn't figure out the situation and ended up in such a miserable end.

While a group of mercenaries were struggling and screaming, the old woman and the others gathered together and looked around vigilantly.

With their means, the headless corpse couldn't hurt them, but this strange environment made them more and more panicked.

The person who originally thought of himself as a strong, old woman who regarded mortals like ants, finally realized his weakness.

At this moment, they are not a group of ants, allowing them to be manipulated and manipulated arbitrarily by the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Damn bastard, stand up if you have the guts, let's fight to the death!"

The young man in the suit let out a low roar, raised a rifle in his hand and fired everywhere to vent the anger in his heart.

As a result, at this moment, the old woman lowered her voice and motioned them not to talk nonsense.

The young man in a suit heard the words and quickly closed his mouth. Although he was manic and restless, he knew exactly what to do when.

The screams in the ears continued, it was the moaning of the mercenaries dying. As for the mercenaries who were not hit by the fireball, they didn't know where they went at the moment.

A familiar figure slowly appeared in the sight of the old woman and others, it was the short-jacketed monk who had disappeared before.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, he nodded lightly with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

He reached out and fiddled with the communication compass a few times, then slowly turned his body, as if to leave here.

A shocking scene suddenly occurred, and the tattered corpses actually stood up from the ground.

Even if only a pile of skeletons were burned, the vacancy was filled by the mist at this moment, and it became a complete body.

In a short period of time, a long team was formed, which followed behind the short coat cultivator.

Just when the old woman's people were shocked, the short coat cultivator suddenly turned around and hooked at the four of them.

"Come on, come with me, I'll take you away!"

The short-jacketed monk smiled strangely and turned his head slowly, just like when he first entered the forest, he was in charge of guiding the road ahead.

The mutilated corpses lined up in a row, followed behind the short-jacketed monk, and walked slowly towards the depths of the forest.