The thick fog that suddenly rose completely isolated everyone, and nothing could be seen beyond two meters.
The nervousness spread again.
We were already trapped here, and now we were surrounded by thick fog, which made it worse.
The fear caused by the inability to see properly caused everyone to subconsciously gather together and call each other to determine the location of their companions.
However, the most important question has not yet been resolved, that is, how should they get out of this area without their guide?
The old woman and others quickly gathered together and looked around cautiously, fearing that the monks in short coats would launch a sneak attack.
Just now, the shooting with firearms and weapons temporarily scared off the monks in short coats, but they did not kill them.
Now that the thick fog is rising, the opponent is very likely to use the cover of the thick fog to launch a sneak attack. With the ability he just showed, it is entirely possible to kill anyone.
Therefore, in this case, several monks should unite rather than act alone.
As for those mercenaries, there is no need to pay attention to them at all. To the monks, mortals are just ants and tools to be used.
Once you have no use for it, you can throw it away directly.
However, since firearms and weapons can harm monks in short coats, mercenaries must be brought with them to ensure sufficient safety.
The monk's kindness must have a reason.
"Everyone, listen, follow the team and don't fall behind.
Once you discover a dangerous situation, sound the warning immediately and remember not to shoot at will."
If the old woman and others were hit by bullets, they would also be injured and die, so I specially reminded them.
If he was hit by a stray bullet, wouldn't he die unjustly?
At this moment, without their guide, everyone became more and more careful when moving forward, especially the old woman who was responsible for leading the way. Every step forward was cautious.
There are only two communication compasses. Otherwise, we would have already thought of ways to contact the middle-aged monks. Why would we be so uncomfortable?
In the process of tentatively moving forward, I encountered energy vortices several times, and almost got sucked into it. The old woman and others were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat.
It was only at this moment that they realized how important it was to have a guide, but unfortunately the monk in short coat had disappeared.
The real monk in the short coat was nowhere to be found, and the fake one was extremely ferocious, making it a terrible headache.
After walking for half a day, the fog became thicker and thicker, and the only things everyone could see were the companions connected by ropes in front and behind.
It was extremely quiet in the thick fog, and it seemed that only the sound of footsteps existed, and there were no other sounds.
"Wow..."
There was a sound of scraping grass blades, which alerted everyone who was nervous. Some people's bodies were shaking constantly, entirely due to fear and nervousness.
"ah……!"
A short scream came, making everyone's hearts sink. What they were most worried about finally happened.
"Don't panic, immediately count in turn, and at the same time tap your companions behind you to see who is causing the problem."
The mercenary captain said loudly that because he could not see the situation of the entire team, he could only determine the personnel losses through this method.
"one two three……"
The counting sounds continued one after another, and when the count reached twenty, they suddenly stopped.
"What's going on? Who is the twentieth?"
The mercenary captain and others had already been alert, so they immediately asked.
The other mercenaries immediately determined the location of the problem based on their rankings, but the thick fog prevented them from seeing anything.
The nineteenth-ranked mercenary was so frightened that he trembled all over, turned around and aimed his gun behind him.
In the looming thick fog, a slightly stooped figure stood, looking somewhat familiar.
"Twenty twenty..."
The hoarse voice sounded, and it was also familiar, but it sounded like a numb scalp.
Although the count has been reported, you can tell by the sound that something is definitely wrong with this guy.
The mercenary's heart was beating wildly because he had heard that the voice was exactly the same as that of a monk in a short coat.
Sure enough, as the mist moved, a thin face appeared, staring at him with round eyes.
It was indeed his companion, but there was only one head, held by a skinny hand.
The head moved, revealing a face with a weird smile, it was the monk in the short coat.
"Bang!"
The mercenary, who was out of control, suddenly pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the monk in the short coat.
Because of the fog, the monk in the short coat could not see clearly, and it was not known whether he had been hit.
The monk in short coat did not fall to the ground, but still stared at the mercenary with sick eyes.
"I've already counted, why do you still hit me? It really hurts?"
The monk in the short coat suddenly spoke with a sinister tone, as if he was an innocent soul seeking his life.
The mercenary was so frightened that he kept pulling the trigger and shooting at the monk in short coat.
"Hahaha, it hurts so much, I'm going to die...!"
The monk in the short coat kept screaming, his voice was crazy and artificial, and if you listened carefully, you could still hear a hint of a successful conspiracy.
The mercenary had already been frightened out of his wits. He just kept shooting and didn't have the mood to distinguish carefully.
Until the magazine was empty, he kept pulling the trigger while shouting in terror.
"Asshole, what are you doing?"
A loud shout came, and then a figure rushed over and kicked the mercenary who was in a collapsed state to the ground.
The person who came was the mercenary captain. His face was full of anger, and he raised his gun and aimed at the trembling mercenary who was lying on the ground.
"You bastard, what have you done? Who asked you to shoot?"
The hand holding the gun of the mercenary captain was trembling, as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger, and he might shoot directly at any time.
With the captain pointing a gun at his head, the collapsed mercenary gradually stabilized, and then tremblingly said: "There is a ghost, there is a ghost!"
"What's going on? I think you're crazy!"
The captain knew very well that something strange must have happened to his men, otherwise he would not behave like this.
But at this moment, we must stabilize people's hearts and never let the situation get out of control.
Hearing the captain's angry rebuke, the mercenary looked towards where the monk in short coat was, wanting to prove himself, but found that there was no figure at all.
"Something's wrong, it was obvious just now..."
The mercenary was anxious and wanted to explain loudly, but was directly stopped by the captain.
"Stop talking nonsense, do you know what you did?"
The captain gritted his teeth in anger, and the mercenary also heard intermittent screams coming from behind the thick fog.
Thinking back to how he had fired randomly just now, the mercenary's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, knowing that he must have accidentally injured his comrade just now.
If the situation is serious, the captain can shoot him directly, and no one will complain on his behalf.
"People on the other side, listen, I am your captain. What were the casualties just now?"
After waiting for a few seconds, a voice came from the thick fog, with surprise and anger in his tone.
"Boss, five people were killed and four were seriously injured. It looks like they can't be saved."
After hearing the report from his men, the mercenary captain was so angry that he raised his gun again to kill the culprit.
Unexpectedly, when he turned around, his body immediately began to tremble violently, as if he had received an electric shock.
Next, without saying a word, he turned around and rushed into the thick fog, completely ignoring the mercenary.
After seeing the captain's abnormal behavior, the mercenary also realized something and his face became extremely ugly.
He stood up slowly, his legs trembling constantly, but he still struggled to leave this place.
"You hit me so hard and there are holes all over my body. Where are you going now?"
A gloomy voice sounded from behind the mercenary, it was the monk in short coat who suddenly disappeared.
The mercenary screamed in surprise. He didn't have the mood to pay attention to others, and ran forward with all his strength.
However, after only running a few steps, he felt his eyes rolling over and saw a headless corpse with blood spurting from its neck. The familiar clothes indicated that it was himself.
The head fell to the ground, and the last sight that caught his eye was that of a monk in a short coat with a strange smile on his face, floating over and casually lifting his head...