Return from the second dimension

"Yes, there are ghosts!"

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

"Idiot, don't shoot!"

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

He hurriedly stopped, for fear that the shot would accidentally injure his companions, and the gunshots attracted the attention of these headless corpses.

It's a pity that his movements are a step slower. Just as the voice was uttered, his companion has already pulled the trigger.

The dull sound of gunfire sounded particularly harsh in this strange illusion, and it made everyone's hearts tremble violently.

"It's over!"

I don't know why, everyone had this idea in their hearts at the same time, and at the same time they raised their weapons.

Since the shooting had been fired, it meant that things would never turn around. The only thing they could do now was to fight with their companions.

Get out of the predicament and talk about other things.

The only thing the mercenaries relied on was the firearms and weapons in their hands. The previous scenes of repelling the monks in the short coat 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 directions all together and walked towards them in rows.

The naked eye can see that after the bullet hits the headless corpse, it is like hitting the rotten flesh and rotten wood, making a sour "pupu" sound.

The minced meat spattered and blood flew everywhere.

The headless corpse was beaten in tatters, but it didn't affect the movement at all, approaching them step by step.

Fortunately, they move very slowly, otherwise within a short distance, the mercenaries would not be able to withstand the impact of the headless corpse.

The heads held in the hands are so familiar in appearance, but now they have a hideous smile that makes people shudder.

Even if he was hit by a bullet and was beaten to the surface, his head still maintained the sly smile.

"You bastards, what do you want to do?"

Seeing those former companions died miserably, and pressing forward in such a terrifying and strange state, the mercenary captain roared in grief and indignation.

Unlike the monks who fought in the same sect, these mercenaries still had a deep relationship with each other. Now seeing their companions die strangely, their hearts are naturally quite painful.

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

At the same time, he also knew that no matter whether he was alive or dead, as long as he became an enemy, one must fall.

The kindness on the battlefield only entraps oneself.

"Use incendiary!"

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

General mercenaries 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 circumstances, and the equipment they carry is completely different from the normal armed forces.

In addition to weapons such as incendiary bombs, they even carry supernatural restraint items for emergencies.

Following the command of the captain, the mercenaries took off the incendiary bombs from their waists, and smashed them at the headless corpses that were approaching.

At the same time, these mercenaries dodge backwards, so as not to be affected by the fire of the incendiary bomb.

The incendiary bombs they use have strong adhesion and can burn violently on the target.

When ordinary objects encounter this kind of thing, the ultimate fate can only be burned to ashes, even steel.

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

In the black smoke rising, the unpleasant burnt smell permeated, and the walking headless corpses turned into burning fireballs.

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

However, at the next moment, they saw those headless corpses raising their arms and throwing their heads in their hands.

These heads were stained with flames, and their hideous mouths opened wide, and they fell on the mercenaries one after another.

The mouths of the human heads bite hard, grabbing the mercenaries' bodies tightly, and the burning flames ignited their bodies.

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

They are not headless monsters, but living people of flesh and blood, unable to bear the pain of being ablated at all.

The original camp was completely disintegrated, the mercenaries screamed and separated, and fell to the ground motionless as they ran.

As for the old woman and others, they evacuated immediately after discovering that the situation was not right.

As monks, they have higher perception, faster speed, and a higher survival rate when encountering danger.

From the beginning, they had seen the weirdness of the headless corpse, and it must be controlled by mysterious power.

To put it bluntly, it is a group of puppets, who are not afraid of pain at all, and flesh and blood can't be opponents at all.

If they want to take action to solve it, it will inevitably consume a lot of effort, but now they can't protect themselves, and there is really no need to do it to save a group of mercenaries.

It was precisely because the old woman and others were standing by and watching that a group of mercenaries were confused and ended in such a tragic end.

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

With their methods, the headless corpse could not hurt them, but this strange environment made them more and more confused.

People who thought they were powerful and regarded mortals as old women like ants, finally realized their weaknesses.

At this moment, they are not a group of ants, letting the black hands behind the scenes manipulate and fiddle.

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

The young man in a suit gave a low growl, raised a rifle in his hand, and fired around to vent his anger.

At this moment, the old woman lowered her throat and motioned them not to talk nonsense.

Hearing the words, the young man in a suit closed his mouth quickly. Although he was frantic, he knew exactly when to do.

The screams in the ears continued. It was the dying moan of the mercenaries. As for the mercenaries who were not hit by the head fireball, they did not know where they went.

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

He looked at the fallen corpse, nodded gently, and smiled with satisfaction.

Reached out and fiddled with the communication compass a few times, then slowly turned his body, as if he was about to leave here.

A shocking scene happened suddenly, and the dilapidated corpses actually stood up from the ground.

Even if there is only a pile of bones left to burn, the mist has filled the vacancy at the moment and turned into a complete body.

In a short period of time, a long line was formed, following the monk in the short coat.

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

"Come on, follow me, I will take you away!"

The monk in the short coat smiled strangely, and slowly turned his head away, just like when he first entered the forest, he was responsible for guiding the way in front.

The mutilated corpses lined up in a row, following the monk in the short coat, slowly walking towards the depths of the forest.