Return from the second dimension

Due to a sudden change, the team was forcibly broken into two. Although they were only a dozen meters apart, they could not communicate with each other at all.

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

They are like headless flies, spinning in this area without knowing that the danger is getting closer and closer.

It didn't take long for them to be farther and farther apart.

Regardless of Tang Zhen's body or the clone in mid-air, he could clearly see this scene.

They are qualified audiences, watching a group of malicious guys in silence, trapped in the so-called "dense fog".

In fact, from the perspective of Tang Zhen, the thick fog does not exist at all, it is just the imagination of the trapped.

The phantom array can transform everything, and naturally it can also transform the dense fog, so that a group of people who enter the array can trap themselves.

If this phantom array is controlled by someone, it would be so easy to trap and kill the enemy.

Before he knew it, Tang Zhen sighed with emotion.

Observing the trapped person from the perspective of a bystander is actually a very strange feeling, just like observing a group of dying and struggling ants through a glass cabinet.

It is also very interesting to have the perspective of God and appreciate the struggle of the ants.

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

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

Because he is from the perspective of the observer, he will calm down and meditate, and discover some things he has neglected before.

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

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

If you go back to the source, the native gods cannot 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 cold light flashed in his eyes.

As for Tang Zhen's body, he is still watching the play from the perspective of vegetation...

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After the team separated, the old woman and others took a team of mercenaries and continued to groping forward.

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

"This bastard, really has a dead soul, if it falls into my hands, I will definitely let him die!"

The old woman said in a bitter tone, but she knew in her heart how lack of confidence she said this sentence.

If it were a real monk in the short coat, she was sure of victory, but now the guy who appeared in place of the monk in the short coat was clearly a terrifying existence of unknown origin.

A group of them attacked together, and none of them were opponents of the monk in the short coat. Fortunately, the mercenary's guns stunned him.

How can such a terrible guy deliberately provoke him if he avoids it for fear?

The black-clothed woman and others next to him were silent, but they were constantly thinking about how to get out of danger.

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

If we can't break the magic array, we won't be able to go out at all, and we will have to be trapped here in the end!"

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

"Stop yelling and complaining here, why don't you think of a solution yourself?"

The black-clothed woman said, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes. The man in the suit could not see, 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 cover up, his face was full of viciousness.

"If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability, my old lady is here waiting for you!"

Not to be outdone, the black-clothed woman said murderously.

Being in a dangerous environment, the two no longer conceal their disgust, and they are not giving way to each other.

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

At this moment, the old woman who was walking in front suddenly stopped, her face full of serious expressions.

When the people following saw this, they 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, something unexpected must have happened.

Just as they secretly guessed, they suddenly heard footsteps, sounding from far and near.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, it seemed that many people were marching at the same time, and the sound of grass blades rubbing against the pants.

Who is this? Could it be the mercenary who just separated?

Such thoughts flashed in everyone's hearts, but no one dared to shout loudly, it was very likely to cause an accident.

In case the opponent is frightened, he raises the gun and shoots it indiscriminately, and then it is himself who will suffer.

Although the illusion can deceive the trapped person's perception, it does not affect the flight of the bullet. If you are in range, you will most likely be hit by the bullet.

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

Everyone held their breath, quietly listening to the sound of footsteps approaching, because of the fear in their hearts, the hands and feet of some mercenaries were shaking.

At this moment, everyone has heard that the footsteps are not right. It is not the sound of normal people walking, but more like dragging.

At the same time, there was a bloody and rotten smell, faintly drifting through the mist, and becoming more and more intense as the 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 them, the footsteps suddenly became clear, as if they were two or three meters away.

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

Although they did not communicate with each other, everyone held their breath and prayed in their hearts.

But soon they discovered that the fog seemed to be gradually diminishing in the direction from which the footsteps came, and dark shadows could be vaguely seen.

These shadows are very strange, they don't look like human beings, but low wooden piles.

They lined up in a long line, moving slowly, and the sound of grass blades rubbing against the cloth did come from there.

After seeing the appearance of these dark shadows, a trace of doubt arose in everyone's mind, and they didn't understand what it was.

The fog is still fading, but it is only confined between the people and the dark shadows, and the originally vague images gradually become clear.

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

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

The head has disappeared, leaving only a bald neck with red blood.

At the same time, in their hands, each carrying a chubby thing, between shaking and swinging, always facing the place where everyone is.

Those were bloody heads with weird smiles, staring at them intently.