"The back door is blocked."
In the few breaths of their surprise, Fang Qian's figure flashed out from behind the temple, her blade still covered in sticky flesh and blood, which she slammed against the wall.
"Strength unknown, but he won't die if his head is cut off."
Fang Qian spoke rapidly. As she sheathed her sword, a thin thread was pulled back from behind the wall, leaving a tiny gap in the wall.
Should we retreat first?
Lin Fengsheng considered retreating. The skinny monk had the support of the Divine Dragon Sect, and engaging in battle too early might not be a good thing. Besides, his body had not yet recovered.
Looking back, compared to the high wall that still blocked the group of believers in the front yard, the back yard was already filled with a group of ragged believers, pushing and shoving each other like writhing chunks of flesh swarming into the temple.
These believers had dark bluish-black skin, bald or rotting heads, their hands clenched loosely, and they waded barefoot into the muddy ground.
The believers closest to the temple picked up the severed half of the head. The smooth cuts, when brought together, resembled bouncy jelly, shaking and then instantly sticking together.
"Live sheep!"
"Hehe, a live sheep!"
Suddenly, faces emerged from the gap in the temple roof, their two holes wide open, greedily inhaling the scents inside the temple.
But soon, this long-lost sense of wonder vanished from their sight, followed by even more distorted faces, as if their desires were endless, and with each murmur, they further lost their human form.
Faced with all this, Lin Feng felt an overwhelming sense of unease. He had the illusion that he was being devoured. Even if his teammates were strong, there was no need to fight head-on against this unknown and bizarre situation.
In addition, there is a mysterious thin monk at the main gate of the City God Temple.
"Jade!"
His gaze shifted, and without a word, Yu had already moved closer.
Zhang Sheng then approached Lin Feng, and the two exchanged a glance before rushing toward the back of the temple together.
Li Xuan remained calm, holding the small piece of iron in his hand. His composed gaze sharpened like a blade as he locked onto the skinny monk standing before the door. Unlike Lin Feng's expectations, Li Xuan had no intention of leaving so easily. He needed to ascertain the skinny monk's strength to inform his next move.
"Black Armor Spear - Annihilation!"
Stylish energy characters gathered on his weapon, emitting waves of intense energy fluctuations as they shot deadly gray rays of light toward the skinny monk.
Sizzle!
As the light flew, the skinny monk raised his left hand.
The skeletal arms rolled up their sleeves, revealing strangely bent bones in the palms that twisted into a dragon shape before the light hit them.
"The evil dragon spits out a pearl."
A thick stream of black liquid gushed from the dragon's mouth, quickly dissipating until the dragon's head, its skin burned away, was finally revealed.
"Hehe... What a lively sheep! Grandpa's in for a treat today." The skinny monk slowly raised his dragon-shaped hand and laughed at Li Xuan with a trembling voice.
The index and ring fingers are bent to form horns, the thumb and middle fingers are twisted to form a mouth, the joints are split to form eyes, and the blood vessels and tendons that burrow out of the palm are flesh, forcibly twisting a hand into the shape of a dragon.
"Go! If we catch a live sheep today, everyone will get a share!"
"Live sheep, live sheep...hehe!"
Hearing the amplified shouts around him, Li Xuan was shocked. No matter what kind of evil art the skinny monk had practiced, his attacks shouldn't be so weak as to only scratch the opponent's skin.
"Run!"
Fang Qian's voice came from behind him. Li Xuan turned around and saw a bunch of writhing limbs lying in the courtyard behind the temple.
"Live sheep! Live sheep!"
"Live sheep, don't go! My son hasn't eaten for three days."
"Live sheep, live sheep, I'm so hungry...hehe!"
"A live sheep, please let me have a bite..."
Li Xuan felt a chill run down his spine. This time, he chickened out. The writhing limbs couldn't find their original owners and would grab onto whatever they could, quickly forming several multi-headed, multi-legged monsters.
The most disgusting thing is that there are several genital segments growing on other people's bodies.
"Live sheep! Live sheep!"
When four or five mouths spoke at the same time, it was as if something in Li Xuan's mind had been pried open, and he was stunned for several seconds.
"Hmm?" Lin Feng was tugged by Yu beside him. When he turned around, he immediately noticed that something was wrong with Li Xuan.
Save him! The thought had barely formed in Lin Feng's mind when the thin thread in Fang Qian's hand flew toward Li Xuan's body, pulling him out of the temple.
"Live sheep! Live sheep!" A pair of hands reached out to Li Xuan in the air, and the strange shouts reached Lin Feng's ears.
"Be careful." Zhang Sheng's eyes were serious as he gave a low shout, which made everyone look towards the direction of the temple.
A gaunt figure swam up to the top of the temple, grabbed the heads of several believers, and threw them in their direction.
"Live sheep! Live sheep!"
Their heads spun, their necks stretched out, and in the blink of an eye, their necks stretched dozens of meters, about to fall face-to-face.
Lin Feng suppressed the urge to scream wildly, picked up a heavy machine gun, and slammed it to the ground: "Don't linger, let's go!"
Da da da!
The bullet pierced the skull and severed several slender necks.
Before the gunfire subsided, Lin Feng threw several projectiles and chased after his teammates.
"Live sheep! Live sheep!"
"boom!"
Amid the explosions came the screams of the followers. From a distance, it was clear that the skinny monk had not chased after them, but instead stood on a high place and directed his followers.
A huge crowd of people squeezed out of the temple, trampling and stomping, creating a huge mess. People rolled several meters away, got up, and chased after them in the direction they had fled.
The five men were horrified and quickened their pace again.
After escaping to a desolate mountain, Lin Feng twisted his knees, which were occupied and controlled by the mycelium, and just as he caught his breath, Li Xuan, unable to suppress his fear, slammed his fist into a dead tree on the hillside: "What the hell is this place?!"
"The Deer and the Cauldron? Impossible, this can't be The Deer and the Cauldron!"
The withered tree creaked, and several branches fell, hitting Li Xuan's arm.
Fang Qian remained silent. Lin Feng glanced back in the direction he had fled from, his eyes inadvertently sweeping over Li Xuan, a similar emotion rising within him. However, this emotion came and went quickly, and he had already begun to adapt somewhat.
Along the way, the mycelium in his body actually helped him; otherwise, his body wouldn't have been able to sustain him for so long.
"odor."
Zhang Sheng suddenly stood up, his suppressed and uneasy eyes flashing rapidly. He stepped over Li Xuan and Fang Qian and continued forward.
Just as Lin Feng was about to rest, he steadied his tired legs and recalled the sound of the skinny monk entering the City God Temple. While activating the Spirit Summoning Technique to adapt to the mycelium in his body, he followed Zhang Sheng, who had walked a few meters away.
Fang Qian silently followed, approaching the two and saying, "Those monsters are unkillable."
"Maybe they could burn them to death." Lin Feng chimed in, instinctively glancing behind him, but the explosion hadn't given him any Nightmare Points.
It might not have been fried thoroughly enough.
"Damn it..." Li Xuan, standing under the tree, was filled with indignation. He punched the tree again and caught up with the four people who had left.
They traveled swiftly, traversing barren lands and wading through viscous black water, until they entered a village burned to ashes. Their minds were filled with images of the cleanly gnawed skeletons they had encountered along the way.
Lin Feng, feeling utterly numb, crushed a charred wooden stake under his foot. He looked around at the empty land and then at the gloomy sky: "It's been almost two hours, and the sky, the temperature... haven't changed at all."
They walked and stopped intermittently, finally finding a moment to catch their breath.
“It’s not just the sky, there’s no living creature along the way.” Zhang Sheng sat on a rock, took out a bottle of water and slowly drank it, his worry evident.
The living creatures included mosquitoes, birds, and beasts, and even near those emaciated skeletons, no insect eggs were bred.
After a brief silence, Zhang Sheng put down the bottle in his hand, his lowered eyes scanning everyone around him before finally settling on Yu.
During their escape, Yu's identity was naturally revealed. They had all crossed paths with Ghost Shadow's people and had a less than favorable impression of Ghost Shadow.
Just then, Lin Feng's gaze swept over them, and the two exchanged a subtle, almost imperceptible, glance.
Continuing to run away is not a solution...
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