Inside the tent, the remaining nine players were already busy.

The skin on the backs of all the corpses had become stuck to the bed board underneath.

Using a shovel, they scooped it up, and the skin on his back that was stuck to the bed board was torn off piece by piece.

This scene sent chills down the spines of everyone present, but they had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue operating.

One player even turned on the recording function in the panel and filmed the whole thing.

"Stop taking pictures there, come over and help us quickly, it's so hot in here, I'm covered in sweat."

After uploading the video to the world chat, the player immediately got busy.

The bodies were wrapped in sheets one by one and then placed into urea bags.

Before long, urea bags were piled up on the ground.

At a glance, you can see many bed boards covered with skin and flesh, which looks quite creepy.

Three players were left to handle the bed boards, while the remaining seven players carried urea bags in pairs.

They left the tent with shovels and carried the urea bags into a thicket of bushes in the distance.

They found a flat clearing in the bushes and then began to dig.

Five players continued digging the ground with shovels, while two others went back to carry urea bags.

Soon, a rectangular pit that wasn't too deep appeared in front of everyone.

No one cared about the depth of the pit anymore; they were working while wearing so much protective gear, especially thick masks.

Every second was a tremendous test of their physical strength and abilities; their entire bodies were already soaked with sweat.

The heat had already eroded their minds, making everyone extremely irritable and uncomfortable.

Urea was thrown into the pit one after another, and then the excavated soil was backfilled with shovels.

Before long, a large mound of earth appeared on the ground.

They opened a bucket of disinfectant and casually sprinkled it onto the mound of earth.

After doing all this, the players present couldn't wait to take off their protective suits.

"Blanching! These things smell awful. They haven't been dead long, but they already stink like rotten meat."

"It's so hot it's killing me. My underwear is all wet, you could wring a bunch of water out of it."

"Let's go, let's get out of here quickly, I don't want to stay here for another second."

The players present cursed and left quickly without looking back.

Arrive at the location you were in before.

The tent had vanished, replaced by a patch of overturned earth.

Several empty disinfectant buckets were scattered nearby, and the entire patch of soil had been sprayed with disinfectant.

The young man's figure in the distance had long since disappeared, leaving only a chair behind.

The 10 players, dragging their weary bodies, began to slowly make their way to the shipbuilding site.

In the distance, beneath the soil, in the urea bags.

At that moment, a withered and rotting hand suddenly twitched...

...

"It seems that if infected people don't receive antibiotics in time, this is what happens to them. But judging from this..."

They seem somewhat similar to the humanoid monsters we encountered in the mist. Could these people be resurrected like zombies?

Looking at the video uploaded to the world channel, Mo Ran suddenly felt that this possibility was quite high.

The video caused quite a stir immediately after it was released.

Many people felt extremely disgusted and terrified after seeing what those people looked like.

Many people are also worried that they might suddenly come back to life like zombies.

Some people think their heads should be smashed to prevent this from happening.

There were many messages, and Mo Ran glanced at them before closing the panel.

Looking up ahead, the rats, who had already rearranged the minefield, were slowly returning.

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Around 11 p.m., the dinosaurs attacked again.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."!

Violent explosions echoed from afar, their flames flashing intermittently in the darkness.

Those who don't know the situation might think there's a disco going on in the distance.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."!

Countless mortar shells streaked across the night sky, hurtling towards the distant edge of the mist.

Clusters of blinding fireballs rose up, merging together to resemble a sea of ​​fire.

...

On the other side...

The constant roar of artillery fire and the continuous flashes of blinding light.

All of this stimulated the spirits of the many players present, and under the lights, their haggard faces were constantly revealed.

"Damn it! What bad luck! Four times tonight! Can't a person even get a proper rest?!"

A burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist watched the battle unfold before him and kept cursing.

"Brother, calm down, calm down. I'll take care of these goods. You can go and rest."

The young man next to him said with a fawning smile.

Upon hearing this, the burly man next to him glared at him with disgust.

"What the hell can you do besides showing off in front of those guys?"

"Don't try to boss me around. Get out of here and go somewhere cool."

After the burly man finished speaking, his eyes were filled with undisguised disgust.

The young man froze upon hearing this, but quickly recovered and said with a fawning expression.

"Yes, yes, brother is right, I'll get lost right away, hahaha."

The young man smiled and turned to leave, but his eyes turned incredibly sinister the moment he turned away.

While everyone's attention was focused on the mutated dinosaur in the distance.

In the distance, in a clearing among the bushes.

The mounds of earth on the open ground churned, and a pair of rotten, withered claws suddenly emerged from the thicket.

Then came the second pair, the third pair…

The soil on the mound churned, and dark figures slowly crawled out from the thicket.

These were the players who died during the day, but now everything has changed.

Their bodies seemed to have been stretched, now measuring over two meters in length.

His two arms were withered and thin, and his five fingers had grown extremely sharp claws.

The withered skin clung tightly to the skeleton, like a black bodysuit.

The entire head was stretched and deformed, making it look extremely bizarre.

"Roar roar roar...roar..."

Their mouths opened and closed, emitting low, angry roars.

Its rotten, swollen eyes darted around wildly before its gaze instantly locked onto the brightly lit shipyard in the distance.

"Roar...roar...roar!"

These mutated players began to use their hands and feet, rushing towards that direction like monkeys.

Under the cover of night, the pitch-black surface seemed to be dressed in an invisibility cloak.

They moved incredibly fast and quickly arrived in front of the players.

By the time the players realized what was happening, the sharp claws had already swung down heavily.