Chapter 2367: Are dying

"Yes, there are ghosts!"
A mercenary shouted in horror, his face full of horror, and raised his arms in his hands.
"Idiot, don't shoot!"
Because the fog was too big, only the side teammates saw the action of the mercenary, and they were scared to look pale.
He quickly stopped to stop, for fear of shooting and accidentally hurting his companions, and the gunshots caused the attention of these headless bodies.
Unfortunately, his movement was slower, the voice just exported, and the companion had already pulled the trigger.
The dull gunshot sounded, especially in this strange illusion, and made everyone tremble with trepidation.
"It's over!"
I don't know why, everyone thought of this at the same time, and raised the weapons in their hands.
Now that the gun has been fired, it means that there is no turning point. The only thing they can do now is to fight with their companions.
Get rid of the difficulties and talk about others.
The only reliance on the mercenaries is the firearms in their hands. The scenes of the previous smashing of the short-slung monks have given them some enthusiasm.
However, the following scenes surprised them.
Those headless corpses were not afraid of the bullets' shots, and they were turned in a row and lined up toward them.
It can be seen by the naked eye that after the bullet hits the body of the headless body, it is like playing on the carrion of the carrion, and it makes a "squeaky" sound.
The minced meat splashes and the blood flies.
The headless bodies were smashed, but they did not affect the movement, and they approached them step by step.
Fortunately, they move very slowly, otherwise the mercenaries can't resist the impact of headless bodies in a short distance.
The heads that were raised in the hands were so familiar, but now they have a sly smile and they feel chilling.
Even if it was hit by a bullet, it was beaten with flesh and blood, but the head still maintained that kind of ridiculous expression.
"You guys, what do you want to do?"
Looking at the old compatriots who died in the past, and in this state of horror and sorrow, the mercenary captain shouted in anger and anger.
Unlike the monks who fight with each other, these mercenaries have a deep relationship with each other. Now, seeing their companions singularly die, their hearts are naturally painful.
Perhaps the next second, they will also follow their footsteps.
At the same time, he also knows that if he is born or died, as long as he becomes an enemy, one side must fall.
The kindness on the battlefield is just to harm yourself.
"Use the incendiary bomb!"
The mercenary captain shouted, thinking of a way to block the headless body, and gave orders loudly.
The average mercenary team rarely carries the weapon of 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 unconventional items in case of emergency.
As the captain's order was issued, the mercenaries took off the incendiary bombs from their waists and smashed them toward the headless bodies that rushed to the front.
At the same time, these mercenaries shunned backwards in order to avoid being affected by the flame of the incendiary bomb.
The incendiary bombs they use have a strong adhesion and can burn on the target.
Ordinary items touch this kind of thing, and the final end can only be burnt to ashes, even steel.
Sure enough, after the incendiary bombs were thrown out, they immediately touched the headless bodies that walked, and then they heard the sound of "啪啪", and the glare of the sparks seemed to be fireworks.
In the rising of black smoke, the unpleasant smell of burnt smell spread, and the headless bodies that walked turned into burning fireballs.
Everyone thought that the attack was effective, and there was a joy in his heart.
However, in the next moment, they saw those headless bodies raised their arms and threw the head in their hands.
These skulls were covered with flames, and their mouths were wide open, and they fell on the mercenaries.
The mouth of the human head slammed hard and slammed the mercenary's body, and the burning flame immediately ignited their bodies.
Wrapped in the flames of horror, the mercenaries screamed and screamed, and in the process of running and struggling, they became a new fireball.
They are not those headless monsters, but the living people with flesh and blood, can not bear the pain of this ablation.
The original camp was completely broken, and the mercenaries screamed and separated. When they ran, they fell to the ground and did not move.
As for the old woman and other people, they have already found out that the situation is wrong, and immediately evacuated.
As monks, they have a higher level of perception, a more agile speed, and a higher survival rate in the event of danger.
From the very beginning, they have already seen the strangeness of the headless body, which must have been manipulated by mysterious forces.
To put it bluntly, it is a group of shackles. There is no fear of suffering at all. The body of flesh and blood cannot be an opponent.
If you want to solve it, it will take a lot of effort, but now they are difficult to protect themselves. There is really no need to do this in order to save a group of mercenaries.
It was because of the squatting of the old woman and other people that it led to a group of mercenaries who could not figure out the situation and fell so badly.
When a group of mercenaries struggled and screamed, the old woman and other people gathered together and looked around with vigilance.
With their means, headless bodies can't hurt them, but this strange environment makes them more and more confused.
The person who originally thought that the strength was strong and regarded the mortal like an old woman, finally realized his weakness.
At this moment, they are not a group of ants, let the black hand behind the scenes manipulate and manipulate.
"Damn bastard, you will stand up when you have something, let's fight!"
The young man in the suit whispered and raised a rifle in his hand and shot it around to vent his anger.
At this point, the old woman went down and told them not to talk.
The young man in the suit heard the words and quickly closed his mouth. Although he was arrogant, he knew exactly when to do it.
The screams in the ears continued, and the mercenaries were dying. As for the mercenaries who were not hit by the fireball, they didn’t know where they were.
A familiar figure slowly appeared in the sight of the old woman and other people, and it was the short monk who had disappeared before.
He looked at the body that fell to the ground and nodded slightly, his mouth smiling with a satisfied smile.
Stretched his hand on the communication compass and then slowly turned his body, seeming to leave.
The shocking scene suddenly occurred, and the broken bodies were actually standing up from the ground.
Even if there is only a pile of shins left in the burning, but at this moment, the vacancies are filled by the fog and become a complete body.
In a short period of time, a long team was formed, following the short monk.
Just as the old woman was shocked, the short-haired monk suddenly turned back and hooked the four of them.
"Come on, go with me, I will take you away!"
The short-haired monk smiled strangely and slowly turned his head, just like when he first entered the forest, and was responsible for guiding the road ahead.
The broken bodies lined up in a row, followed by the short monk, and walked slowly toward the depths of the forest.