Chapter 997: Footsteps

But Chris obviously thinks too simple.
The rules that survive only five trials are merged into one, and the difficulty naturally increases more than ten times.
So he took nearly one hundred men under his belt, and only then went less than a kilometer away, and he was in trouble.
"what is that!"
Everyone stopped to advance and stayed where they were. This was not the case before, so why would there be such a dense fog here after walking in?
That's right, what stopped Chris and others from going was a thick, unbelievable thick fog that kept tumbling on the road ahead.
However, before they approached the dense fog fifty meters, they never found that there was still a fog.
In other words, the fog appeared suddenly.
"Boss, let's get around, this fog is just on this road, we just walk by." A white man said.
Although the ruins are next to it, walking is difficult.
But compared to the dense fog full of strange colors in front of them, they would rather spend more energy.
Chris also agreed, and led a group of people around the road.
Who ever thought that when they moved, the fog followed them.
Even if they divided the team in two and planned to go around from the two sides of the road, the thick fog also followed in two, always stopping in front of them.
"Lying trough!"
If it were not for Chris that he would not scold the country, he would definitely raise his to the sky.
"Boss, shall we go back?" Someone said timidly behind him, tightening his neck.
Half of the nearly 100 people are cold.
They have lived for half their lives, and when have they encountered this strange situation.
"Retreat!" Reluctantly, Chris could only choose the retreat order with his teeth.
However, the next time, they found that the dense fog was simply an inescapable level.
Because no matter which red dot they are approaching on the map, after approaching a certain distance, they will always encounter thick fog blocking the road.
Finally, considering that the team selected for the second time might be weaker, Chris returned with his men in disgrace.
"Boss, another red dot approached us!" In a house at the end of the west of the city, the 13 arms dealers gathered before, and someone suddenly shouted at the middle-aged man with a beard.
"Come again?" Luohu's face changed slightly.
The team that came to them last time didn't know what happened and retreated halfway. And they finally retreated to this most remote corner.
Now some people come to fight their ideas, is it found that they are so bully?
Otherwise, let the close ones not fight, why not find them a group of people hiding far away.
"Boss, I said that we hid too obviously, and at a glance we knew that our strength was weak." There was a beardless man crying with a sad face.
He didn't agree to hide so far, and he was crushed by 12:1 when he voted. It's too late to say anything now, and others have already found it.
But he didn't know that Chris did not feel good about it.
At the moment of entering the dense fog, a light screen was projected on their respective watches, with prompts appearing on them.
"You have entered the mist of death, you can get a cold weapon machete after passing, and you can't pass until you die."
Chris swallowed and looked around the thick fog, only to find that his men were no longer visible.
They can't hear their voices, only white mist surging and rolling around, with visibility less than one meter.
He finally knows why anyone who wants to attack a team must enter this thick fog.
Because this is a blessing and a benefit to the active attackers from death judges, as long as they can get a machete through the thick fog, they will naturally have an advantage when facing those who are defenseless.
In other words, the death judge is encouraging them to take the initiative to attack others.
But the problem is that the blessings and benefits are not free. It is good to pass, but it will pay the price of life.
So, whether it is good or bad, only the wise see the wise and the benevolent.
"Go forward!"
Chris hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth forward.
As he walked around, the mist around him became more and more intense, like walking in a fairyland.
He was on a straight road before he came in. The dense fog only enveloped the road.
So as long as there is no accident, keep walking forward and be able to leave the range of dense fog along the road.
But he did not know whether everything had changed after entering the dense fog. If the fog and the fog are two completely different worlds, then his calculations can only be completely lost.
After walking for more than three hundred meters, Chris gave up.
He knew that the fog and the fog were definitely different, and the dense fog was definitely not so simple to be able to leave.
While he stopped, Chris heard a footstep.
To be precise, the footsteps have long existed. It was only when he and his steps completely overlapped before that he didn't find out.
It wasn't until he stopped that he heard the covered steps.
"Who? Oksa, Biya? Are you guys?" There was a hint of joy in Chris's face, three points of tension, and six points of hesitation.
Because he was not sure if the footsteps were his own or the danger in the thick fog.
Stepping on...
The sound of footsteps still sounded in a unique rhythm, but no one answered.
Chris's heart, following the sound of the footsteps beating, the blood flow of the whole person accelerated.
There was a look of fear on his face.
No one answered! Is that the danger in this thick fog?
run!
Without any hesitation at all, Chris turned around and ran away from the sound.
The footsteps soon disappeared!
No, it was just covered by Chris's footsteps!
So when he stopped angrily, he was horrified to find that the footsteps sounded in his ear again.
And the rhythm is much faster! It's like a person walking fast.
Boom Boom...
Chris's heart speeded up, and Xiong's mouth kept rising and falling, as if the heart inside was about to jump out.
"What's going on, my heartbeat!" Chris finally discovered the anomaly. ..
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