Return from the second dimension

The thick mist that rose suddenly completely isolated everyone, and nothing could be seen two meters away.

The nervous mood spread again.

Originally trapped here, now surrounded by dense fog, it is simply worse.

The fear caused by the inability to see things normally makes everyone subconsciously get together and call each other to determine the location of their companions.

However, the most important question has not been resolved, that is, how do they get out of this area without the guide?

The old woman and others gathered together quickly and looked around vigilantly, for fear that the monk in the short coat would launch a sneak attack.

Just now, with firearms and weapons, the monk in the short coat was temporarily scared off, but he did not kill the opponent.

Now that the thick fog is rising, the opponent is likely to use the cover of the thick fog to launch a sneak attack. With the ability he just demonstrated, it is entirely possible to kill any person.

Therefore, in this case, several monks should be united instead of acting alone.

As for those mercenaries, you don't need to bother at all. For monks, mortals are ants and tools.

After it is useless, it can be thrown away.

However, because firearms and weapons can harm monks in short coats, mercenaries must be brought around to ensure sufficient safety.

The kindness of a monk must have a reason.

"Everyone listens, follow the team, don't fall behind.

Once you find a dangerous situation, immediately give a warning, remember not to shoot randomly."

If the old woman and others were hit by a bullet, they would also be injured and killed, so I would specifically remind them.

If you were hit by a stray bullet, wouldn't it mean you would die unjustly?

At this moment, the guide was lost, and everyone became more cautious as they moved forward, especially the old woman who was responsible for leading the way. Every step forward was cautious.

There are only two pieces of the communication compass. Otherwise, I would have tried to contact the middle-aged monk a long time ago. Why is it so uncomfortable?

In the process of tentatively advancing, I encountered the energy vortex several times, and almost got involved in it, the old woman and others, all in a cold sweat.

It wasn't until this moment that they realized how important it is to have a guide, but it was a pity that the monk in the short coat had disappeared.

The real monk in the short coat was missing, and the fake one was fierce and unusually violent, and it was a terrible headache.

After walking for a long time, the fog became denser, and the only things everyone could see were the companions who were connected by ropes.

There was so much silence in the dense fog, it seemed that only the sound of footsteps existed, and there was no other sound.

"Wow..."

There was a sound of grass blades rubbing, which made the nerve-tight people be more vigilant. Some people's bodies were trembling constantly, which was completely caused by fear and tension.

"what……!"

A short scream came, causing everyone's heart to sink, and the most worried thing finally happened.

"Don't panic, immediately report the count one by one, and slap your companions behind you at the same time to see who has the problem."

The mercenary captain said loudly, because there is no way to see the situation of the entire team, only this method can be used to determine the loss of personnel.

"one two Three……"

The countdown sounded continuously, and when the count reached twenty, it suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter, who is the twentieth?"

The mercenary captain and others had already raised their vigilance, so they immediately asked.

The other mercenaries immediately determined the location of the problem based on their rankings, but the dense fog made them invisible.

The mercenary ranked nineteenth, trembling with fright, turned around and raised his gun to aim behind him.

In the looming thick fog, stood a slightly rickety figure, which looked familiar.

"Two to twenty..."

The hoarse voice sounded, similarly familiar, but it sounded like a tingling scalp.

Although the number has been reported, but listening to the voice knows that this guy must be wrong.

The mercenary's heart beat wildly, because he had already heard it, the voice was exactly the same as that of the monk in the short coat.

Sure enough, as the mist flowed, a thin face appeared, looking at him with round eyes.

It was indeed his companion, but only had one head, held by a skinny palm.

The head moved, revealing a strangely smiling face, it was the monk in the short coat.

"boom!"

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, he couldn't see the body of the monk in the short coat, and didn't know whether he had been hit.

The monk in the short coat did not fall to the ground, but still stared at the mercenary with sick eyes.

"I've already reported the count, why are you hitting me, it really hurts?"

The monk in the short coat spoke suddenly, with a gloomy and weird tone, as if he was desperate for his life.

The mercenary was frightened and shook the trigger constantly in fright, shooting at the monk in the short coat.

"Hahaha, it hurts, I'm going to die...!"

The monk in the short coat kept screaming and his voice was crazy and artificial. If he listened carefully, he could still hear a hint of conspiracy success.

The mercenary had already been scared and stupid, and he kept shooting, and he was still in the mood to distinguish carefully.

He continued to pull the trigger until the magazine was empty, and at the same time yelled in horror.

"Asshole, what are you doing?"

A loud shout came, and then a figure rushed over and knocked the mercenary in a state of collapse to the ground.

The visitor was the captain of the mercenary, and he was full of anger and raised his gun at the mercenary who was shivering on the ground.

"You bastard, what did you do, who made you shoot?"

The hand of the captain of the mercenary holding the gun was shaking, as if trying to suppress his anger, he could shoot directly at any time.

When the captain pointed a gun at his forehead, the collapsed mercenary gradually stabilized, and then shivered and said, "There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

"What the hell is there, I think you are crazy!"

The captain knew very well that his subordinates must have encountered weird things, otherwise they would not behave like this.

But at this moment, we must stabilize people's hearts, and we must not let things get out of control.

Hearing the captain's angrily, the mercenary looked at the position of the monk in the short coat, trying to prove himself, but found that there was no figure at all.

"Something's wrong, where was it just now..."

The mercenary was anxious and wanted to explain out loud, but was directly stopped by the captain.

"Stop nonsense, do you know what you did?"

The captain gritted his teeth with anger, and the mercenary also heard intermittent screams from behind the dense fog.

Thinking of the way I fired indiscriminately just now, the mercenary's forehead was sweating coldly, knowing that he must have accidentally injured his companion just now.

If the situation is serious, the captain can shoot him directly, and no one will complain about him.

"Listen to the person on the other side, I am your captain, how about 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."

Hearing the return from his subordinates, the mercenary captain was so angry that he raised his gun again and wanted to get rid of the culprit.

Unexpectedly, after he turned his head, his body trembled violently as if he was shocked immediately.

Then he didn't say a word, turned his head and rushed into the thick fog, ignoring the mercenary at all.

After seeing the captain's abnormal performance, the mercenary also realized something, and his face became extremely ugly.

He stood up slowly, his legs trembling constantly, but still struggling to leave the place.

"You hit me so painfully, there are holes all over your body, where are you going now?"

A dark voice sounded behind the mercenary, it was the monk in the short coat who had suddenly disappeared.

The mercenary screamed, there was no mood to care about others, and ran forward desperately.

However, after only running a few steps, he felt his eyes roll constantly, seeing the headless corpse with blood spurting from the neck, and his familiar clothes indicated that it was himself.

The head fell on the ground, and the last sight that caught the eye was the monk in the short coat with a weird smile floating up, and he lifted his head casually...