2362 Almost all dead (1)



"There, there's a ghost!"

One of the mercenaries shouted in fear. His face was filled with fear as he subconsciously raised the weapon in his hand.

"Idiot, don't shoot!"

Because of the thick fog, only the teammates next to them saw the mercenary's actions, and they were so scared that their faces turned pale.

He quickly called out to stop them, afraid that they would accidentally hurt their companions and the gunshots would attract the attention of the headless bodies.

Unfortunately, he was a step too slow. Just as he finished speaking, his companion had already pulled the trigger.

The muffled sound of a gunshot was particularly ear-piercing in this strange illusion. It also made everyone's heart tremble violently.

"We're finished!"

For some reason, the same thought appeared in everyone's mind at the same time, and they raised their weapons at the same time.

Since they had already opened fire, it meant that there was no turning back. The only thing they could do now was to fight with their companions.

After getting out of the predicament, they could talk about other things.

The only thing the mercenaries could rely on was the firearms in their hands. The scene of the cultivators in short-coats being forced back by their earlier attacks had more or less given them some confidence.

However, the following scene shocked them.

The headless bodies were not afraid of the bullets. They turned around and walked towards them in a row.

One could see with the naked eye that when the bullets hit the headless corpse, it was as if they had hit rotten meat and rotten wood, making a sound that made one's teeth ache.

Flesh and blood splattered everywhere.

The headless corpse was badly beaten, but it didn't affect its movement at all. It approached them step by step.

Fortunately, they were moving very slowly. Otherwise, the mercenaries would not be able to withstand the impact of the headless bodies in such a short distance.

The faces of the heads in his hands were so familiar, but now they were smiling hideously, which made people shudder.

Even though it was hit by a bullet and its flesh was splattered, the head still maintained that sinister and strange smile.

"You bastards, what do you want?"

Looking at the miserable deaths of his former comrades and the fact that they were closing in on him in such a terrifying and strange state, the mercenary leader roared in grief and indignation.

Unlike the cultivators who fought with each other, these mercenaries had a deep relationship with each other. Now that they saw their companion die so strangely, they were naturally in pain.

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

At the same time, he also knew that whether he lived or died, as long as they became enemies, one side must fall.

Mercy on the battlefield would only harm oneself.

"Use the burning bombs!"

The leader of the mercenaries shouted. He had thought of a way to stop the headless body and gave the order loudly.

A typical mercenary team would rarely carry weapons like incendiary bombs. After all, they were not real soldiers.

However, this team served cultivators. Because they had to deal with some special situations, the equipment they carried was completely different from that of ordinary armed forces.

In addition to weapons such as incendiary bombs, they even carried items that could suppress supernatural phenomena in case of emergency.

With the captain's order, the mercenaries took out the incendiary bombs from their waists and threw them at the headless bodies.

At the same time, the mercenaries dodged backward in unison to avoid being affected by the flames of the incendiary bomb.

The incendiary bombs they used had a strong adhesive force and could burn violently when they touched the target.

If an ordinary object touched this thing, it would only end up being burned to ashes, even steel.

Sure enough, after the incendiary bomb was thrown, it immediately touched The Walking headless corpses. Then, there was a " pa pa " sound, and dazzling sparks burst out like fireworks.

As the black smoke rose, the pungent smell of burning permeated the air, and The Walking headless corpses turned into burning fireballs.

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

However, at the next moment, they saw the headless corpses raise their arms and throw the heads in their hands over.

These heads were covered in flames, and their ferocious mouths were wide open as they landed on the mercenaries 'bodies one after another.

The mouths of the human heads bit down hard and held the mercenaries 'bodies tightly. The burning flames immediately set their bodies on fire.

Engulfed by the terrifying flames, the mercenaries screamed in pain. As they ran and struggled, they turned into new fireballs.

They were not headless monsters, but living people with flesh and blood. They could not bear the pain of being burned.

The original camp was completely scattered. The mercenaries screamed and scattered in all directions. As they ran, they fell to the ground and stopped moving.

As for the old lady and the rest, they had already retreated immediately after realizing that something was wrong.

As cultivators, they had higher perception, higher speed, and a higher chance of survival in the face of danger.

From the beginning, they had already seen the strangeness of the headless body. It must have been controlled by a mysterious power.

To put it bluntly, they were just a group of puppets that did not fear pain at all. It was impossible for a body of flesh and blood to be their opponent.

It would take a lot of effort to solve the problem, but they could not even save themselves now, so there was no need to do so just to save a group of mercenaries.

It was because of the old lady and the rest's nonchalance that the group of mercenaries was confused about the situation and ended up in such a miserable state.

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

With their methods, the headless bodies were unable to harm them. However, this strange environment made them even more flustered.

The old hag, who had originally thought that she was powerful and regarded mortals as ants, finally realized her weakness.

At this moment, they were also a group of ants, under the control of the mastermind.

"Damn bastard, if you have the guts, then come out and we'll fight to the death!"

The young man in the suit growled, raised the rifle in his hand, and fired in all directions to vent the anger in his heart.

But at this moment, the old woman lowered her voice and motioned for them not to talk nonsense.

Hearing this, the young man in the suit quickly shut his mouth. Although he was irritable and restless, he knew what to do at the right time.

The screams continued. They were the dying moans of the mercenaries. As for the mercenaries who were not hit by the human-head fireballs, they were nowhere to be found.

A familiar figure slowly appeared in front of the old woman and the others. It was the cultivator in a short coat who had disappeared earlier.

He looked at the body on the ground and nodded slightly, a satisfied smile on his face.

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

A shocking scene suddenly occurred. Those badly mutilated corpses actually stood up from the ground one after another.

Even though there was only a pile of bones left, the gaps were filled by the mist and a complete body was formed.

In a short time, they formed a long line and followed behind the cultivator in the short coat.

Just as the old woman and her men were in shock, the cultivator in the short coat suddenly turned around and beckoned to the four of them.

"Come on, follow me, I'll take you guys away!"

The cultivator in the short coat smiled eerily and slowly turned his head. Just like when he first entered the forest, he was in charge of leading the way.

The mutilated corpses lined up in a row and followed the cultivator in a short coat as they slowly walked into the depths of the forest.