In the dark, the villagers waded through the water.

The aquatic plants floated, the water waves were in an uproar, and the illusion that rose from the fog turned the night into a forbidden area for the living.

They were holding torches, wrapped in rags, and under the dark masked eyes, small branches and young leaves sticking out, swaying as if they were sleepwalking, and babbling a strange syllable that they could not distinguish.

And walking in the swampy area, they seem to have a strange buoyancy, which can perfectly avoid sinking into the quagmire of death with one foot.

The leader with the torch is no different from the others in terms of attire.

But at this moment, the branches above the leader's head were emitting a warm and pure white light, attracting many phototaxis insects to circle around his head and burrow into the small black holes in the branches of the antlers.

The leader trembled slightly as if he had been electrocuted, and between the flickering of the fire, a radio-like hoarse noise came out of his throat:

"We ...... ...... here"

"Come to us...... Have you forgotten......"

"Come here, get closer......"

"God will accept all things, and we will have eternal life in the arms of God......"

Along with the leader's anomaly, the villagers in the swamp began to whisper at the same time, and they approached the abandoned dock silently like rotten logs floating on the water.

In the dock, the sleeping doctor was sweating profusely.

His breathing was quicker than ever, as if something was chasing him madly in a nightmare.

Even if Fang Liang kept shaking him, and even stabbed the doctor hard, he didn't show the slightest sign of waking up.

"They're coming!"

Fang Liang immediately loaded his weapon, and through the gap in the nail board of the window, he could see a large group of strange villagers slowly approaching the dock.

Counting the abandoned dock on almost all sides, nearly a hundred villagers floated forward in the swamp, and the eerie noise of a radio was getting stronger and stronger.

This sound could even cause hallucinations, Fang Liang wanted to observe the state of these cursed people.

But when the voice became clearer and clearer, Fang Liang suddenly found that the world in front of him had become snow-white.

Every time there was a noise, a strange stain similar to the "Longan Fruit Pit" would suddenly appear on this piece of snow white, and its duration was very short, Fang Liang could only rely on visual residues to capture its existence.

"It's like worm-eaten holes full of tree sap, and like red, wrinkled low-hanging eyelids, and strange eyes wrapped in it."

Fang Liang turned his head and quickly buckled his ears, and the snow-white noise in front of him gradually disappeared and returned to its normal appearance.

As the villagers got closer, they raised their torches, lit the Molotov cocktails they had with them, and quickly floated towards the abandoned dock.

However, at this moment, the people who had broken free from the illusion had already raised their weapons and aimed at the bottles in the hands of those villagers, shooting one at a time!

The glass shattered, the oil splashed, and even if you missed the bottle, the shoulder could damage the arm and make it impossible to throw.

An unexpected gunfire devastated the villagers' attack, and the oil in the bottles shattered and scattered on their bodies, then burned down their twisted bodies all the way to the surface, causing an immediate chain reaction of biogas burning and exploding.

Several flares were thrown from the dock, illuminating the surroundings in bright red.

In just half a minute, the Dawn Swamp was like the end of the world, the rapidly spreading forest fire burned the sky red, and the wriggling shadows in the darkness struggled to dissipate in the flames.

At this moment, the doctor's reaction to the nightmare was also getting stronger and stronger, he gasped for breath, and his hands and feet even began to move back and forth uncontrollably.

The group of survivors who floated on the surface of the water, even though they were on fire, no one screamed or fled.

The tattered pieces of cloth were peeled away from the burning, and their bodies could be seen highly eroded by the curse, and the surface of their bodies covered with ravines was the same as the bark of the metasequoia tree, and the branches of the trees grew from the "skin" at all.

"Our plan failed, why do they have so many weapons and supplies?"

"Who betrayed us, who provided to them, why do such a thing?"

"The flames are so bright, I can't tell the difference between day and night, we have to get out of here before it's too late!"

Fang Liang and the others glanced at each other, they knew that all of this was done by that Gray Mist merchant of unknown origin.

Some villagers silently sank into the water, wrapped themselves in an impermeable layer of sludge, and then floated away.

Some of the villagers gave up the attack, and before the flames could reach their feet, they turned and walked towards the distant village.

As the villagers turned to leave, the doctor suddenly woke up with his eyes open, breathing heavily, as if he had almost been killed by something in a dream.

"The soldiers are divided into two ways and act according to the original plan!"

Fang Liang couldn't help but pick up the doctor, turned on the flashlight and walked towards the swampy wooden bridge.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"Investigate the final secret, and if we can crack the mystery of the curse, we can get out of here."

Fang Liang didn't look at the direction of those villagers' movements, he acted according to the fake map that Lu Ming and the others got.

This move, while reckless, is also the best time to reach the source of the curse.

In Fang Liang's opinion, everyone has a curse, if they can't activate it all the time, it is easy to have shortcomings if they rely on Fang Liang to investigate, if they want to play in this game mode for a long time, everyone must at least have the ability to fight alone.

Moreover, as long as the fire was not completely controlled, Fang Liang guessed that the source of the curse would not have time to be distracted to take care of them.

Just like the tall and shriveled curse incarnation who set fire to the mountain everywhere, the source of the curse couldn't do anything with that guy in the first place, indicating that the power of the source is definitely not omnipotent, and it may have a price.

The villagers were covered in mud, the sea of fire had no effect on them, and the Kuroshio and illusions surging in the darkness were also fighting against the flames, and as long as they used their flashlights to illuminate the illusions and find a way, the path was even smoother than during the day.

Once the fire has burned all obstacles, the source of the curse has nowhere to hide, and the threat of the forest and shadows is gone.

"Swamp fires are not so easy to extinguish, the methane produced by a large number of decaying plants and animals is accumulated here, and the fire spreads no less fast than a forest fire, after all, it is caused by the cursed person himself, and it cannot easily change its own laws!"

Fang Liang took the doctor to move quickly, while Lu Ming and the others went to another route.

The villagers didn't seem to notice the actions of Fang Liang and the others, or they couldn't stop it, they didn't even look back during the drift, and they wanted to return to the depths of the forest in a hurry.

"What the hell are those things, am I still having nightmares?"

"Shut up, just listen to my arrangement."

Under Fang Liang's control, the doctor was forced to regain his composure.

Although the doctor still grabbed the corner of Fang Liang's clothes, he was calm and did not collapse in fear of the scene in front of him.

The forest fire was roaring, the fallen leaves were flying, and all the villagers were heading towards the cliff, which was in line with Fang Liang's final conjecture.

It's like an elegant and lazy eater, gently cutting a cake made of ashes with a spoon, trying to taste the delicate, smooth but indigestible death with the human taste buds.

Fang Liang and the doctor followed the villagers all the way to the end of the road, and the two of them had already come to a foggy cave.

Reaching out to touch the mist, there was a sponge-like resistance between your fingers.

Fang Liang slightly increased the strength of his palm, but the mist collapsed in an instant, like a burst of water overflowing, avoiding the ankles of the two of them, and surging away silently.

At some point, a dark red light enveloped the sky, and then became more and more dazzling and bright.

Fang Liang turned around and looked in the direction of the cliff, and at the moment when the sun was about to rise, a thin blue and black line rose from the surface, this fluctuation quickly distorted the sun's light source, and the blinding white light washed the world again.

When I opened my eyes, the yellowed old light and shadow seemed to freeze time, the cold drizzle fell from the sky, and the swamp flames still burned silently, but all the temperature and dust were cut off.

No humans screaming, no animals fleeing, no insects popping as they roast, no trees squeaking and moaning as they burn.

I stretched out my hand to touch it, but the rain passed through my hand, leaving a wisp of chill and sinking silently into the earth.

Cold, shivering, as if walking in a world of memories that have long since died, an eerie beat bombarding his eardrums.

Fang Liang covered his chest with one hand and pressed the other hand to the doctor's atrium while motioning for the doctor to imitate his movements.

"No matter when you are born, no matter when you die, no matter when you are tired or excited, everyone's heart beats at the same time."

“…… Don't you think that's completely abnormal, doctor? ”