As if to prove his words, the fallen "weeds" suddenly stood up, revealing the rotten scalp connected to their roots.
Yunye's sharp claws swept across, severing a large patch of hair, from which foul-smelling black blood spurted. Even more terrifying, blurry human figures began to emerge from the mist.
These people, their entire bodies shrouded in black hair, moved stiffly, slowly approaching this side.
Wang Zixuan pulled out a peach wood compass from her bosom, and the pointer spun wildly before pointing back in the direction she had come from.
"The funeral hall is in the southwest, and we are now heading due west—due west is..." Wang Zixuan frowned.
Isn't that the direction of the deep mountains? It seems to be the place the villagers mentioned, the location of the evil god ritual. When did they get here?
"Wrong, wrong, we went completely the wrong way." Feng Hao scratched his head. "It turns out we didn't follow the villagers down the mountain at all, but went into the forest!"
"Aaaaaah!!!" Suddenly, a scream came from the front of the line.
A player stepped into what appeared to be an ordinary puddle, only to have his entire leg swallowed up in an instant.
He frantically tried to grab the hand of the player next to him, but the other person avoided him.
Because he knew that if he pulled him, he might be dragged down with him.
Xiao Jin took a few steps forward and squatted down an arm's length away from the player to observe—this was not a puddle at all, but a mouth that kept expanding.
Xiao Jin squinted slightly, and beneath the murky "water," spiraling fangs could be vaguely seen, biting the other's thigh tightly.
"Hold your breath! Don't struggle!" Xiao Jin threw out a rope and lassoed the nearest big tree, but the rope suddenly taut after passing through the fog.
The bark of the tree trunk peeled off in a rustling sound, revealing the stark white leg bones inside—this was no tree, but clearly a giant pile of bones.
Xiao Jin handed one end of the rope to the player: "Hold on tight, I'll take care of the one below."
"Mmm-hmm-hmm!" The player nodded frantically, his face pale.
He was in excruciating pain; after all, who could bear the feeling of their own flesh being gnawed away bit by bit?
At this point, he would agree to anything Xiao Jin said!
Meanwhile, the others were already facing the approaching figure.
"Huh? If I set these 'hair monsters' on fire, do you think they'll turn into teddy bear curls?" Even at a time like this, Sui Feng still had the mind to joke.
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