"Running is the only option."

"All C-ranks will attack with me later. The moment the door opens, use your strongest killing moves. We don't aim to kill them, just repel them."

"Everyone, run towards the village together!"

"What, do you want to go deeper?" After Zhao Xiaodong finished speaking, someone immediately spoke in fear.

This time, Sister Qin changed her previous indecision and stood up and said, "Xiaodong is right. We must run to the village. If we run outside and meet a hanged ghost, we will die faster than now."

"Running inside is not like drinking poison to quench thirst, but at least it can hold out for a while."

"The call for help has been sent out. If there are any underworld strongmen nearby, they will come to rescue us. Also, Master Zhou just lost contact after entering the village, so he may not have been killed."

"Find him, there's still hope!"

Several C-level people also nodded.

The current situation is that it means death, moving forward and backward.

The only difference is that if you move forward, you can live a little longer and pursue that glimmer of hope. In fact, Zhao Xiaodong doesn't need to teach you how to choose.

Zhao Xiaodong's eyes were like a deep pool.

He seemed to have something else to say, but the situation was urgent, so he glanced at everyone and said no more. He just strode forward and was the first to arrive at the door.

A moment later, there was a "bang".

The door opened.

A man and a woman were standing outside, a farmer in his forties with a pale complexion, and a woman with a swollen body. Both of them had the same strange smile on their lowered faces, holding a paper shroud in their hands and staring at everyone.

“Hehehe~~”

They rushed forward with strange smiles on their faces.

"Hell, look at me!!"

Zhao Xiaodong was the first to shout, and the two ghosts stopped moving.

"Damn it, all of them!" Sister Qin's hair spread out.

"Hehehe~" A girl also laughed like a silver bell, and a strange shadow appeared behind the two shroud ghosts.

The others also took action.

They all used their strongest abilities.

Amidst loud bangs, the two ghosts fell backwards, with large patches of skin festering on their bodies. The woman's head was twisted 180 degrees and fell to the ground.

Without saying a word, a group of people rushed out of the gate and ran deep into the village.

soon.

The two ghosts stood up again, and the woman turned her head and smiled even more strangely.

"Haha, don't run. You forgot to take your clothes. Put them on, put them on..."

Her faint voice seemed to be urging her to die.

A group of people ran madly.

But as they ran, they found that figures kept coming out from the darkness around them, all holding a shroud in their hands, chasing after them, shouting "Put it on, put it on!"

"Damn it! It's completely over now!"

"Why run to the village? Fighting with half of his bloody clothes, at least there is still a glimmer of hope."

Some people were so frightened that they couldn't help but complain.

Zhao Xiaodong said nothing, but just kept looking around, as if thinking about something.

“Hu…Hu…”

In the darkness, everyone could only hear their companions' heavy breathing, increasingly difficult steps, and more and more "Put it on", "Put it on", "..." behind them.

Everyone's heart gradually fell to the bottom.

Some even said dejectedly to themselves: "No, no, I can't escape. I might as well just put on the shroud, put on the funeral clothes, lie in the grave, maybe I can really survive."

"Wang Yang, what are you talking about!? Wake up!" The companion closest to him shouted anxiously.

But the man acted as if he didn't hear anything, just kept muttering to himself: "Just put it on, just put it on..."

He slowed down his pace little by little.

"Wang Yang!!" Zhao Xiaodong also shouted loudly, trying to wake up his teammate.

But it still doesn't work.

After the other party slowed down his pace, a figure rushed up and put a shroud on him. Then Wang Yang seemed to have lost his soul, his face turned wooden, and he walked into a house next door in a daze.

Another companion died.

The atmosphere in the team became increasingly heavy, and everyone could only run forward desperately.

But after running a certain distance.

Suddenly, a familiar strange laugh was heard from the darkness ahead.

"Put it on...Put it on..."