It's not scientific! Is it an illusion outside of illusion? Damn, you've watched Inception, haven't you?

Murong Kunpeng's face couldn't help but change, he was right, the illusion in him was really not a high-end product, but he never thought that the end was just the beginning, and there were unknown traps waiting for him.

What he was facing now might or may not be an illusion, but even illusion was not as simple as it had been.

Murong Kunpeng didn't know what was in the fog, but he had watched too many horror movies, and the most common routine was that the people who stayed in place didn't have any, and the people who went out to wave had no bones!

Although Murong Kunpeng was not a character who sat still, he still decided to wait and see here first.

However, he had barely made this difficult decision when he saw a shadow appear from one end of the street.

The thick fog really affected his vision too much, and Murong Kunpeng could only vaguely see that it was a person.

The man staggered in the mist, getting closer and closer, and finally when he was about five or six meters away, Murong Kunpeng saw his appearance clearly, it was actually an old man who had been watching the play under the stage before.

The old man was dressed in burlap clothes, his sparse white hair was tied in a bun on the top of his head, and he was still carrying a bamboo hookah in his hand, and his cloudy old eyes were dull, and he staggered in the mist.

Zombie?

The first thing that flashed in Murong Kunpeng's mind was this, all because classics such as "Resident Evil" and "The Walking Dead" left a deep impression on him, but he quickly denied this speculation.

Because this old man has no other characteristics of a zombie except for walking and staggering, his skin is not ulcerated, his body is not stiff, and he is even slowly turning his head from side to side, as if he is looking for something.

He was not alone, and many shaky shadows appeared one after another in the thick fog.

There were at both ends of the street, and they staggered out, and many of them were familiar figures of Murong Kunpeng.

Although Murong Kunpeng only had a cursory glance at the troupe before, he also remembered some people with remarkable characteristics.

For example, a thin and tall man who looks like a telephone pole, another example is a pregnant woman with a big belly, and another example is a pair of twins who look almost identical...... They're all mixed in.

All of them were like old men, their bodies neither stiff nor scarred or festering, but they staggered with dull eyes.

Although they didn't make any sound, they just staggered around with dull eyes, but hundreds of men, women, and children were all like this dead look, which was even more eerie.

I don't know how many figures there are in the fog, but it brings people greater psychological pressure when they can't see clearly, and the atmosphere is so heavy that people can't breathe.

These people were like walking corpses, walking towards the teahouse from both ends of the street, Murong Kunpeng subconsciously wanted to retreat into the teahouse, but he didn't expect the crowd to stop at a distance of about three meters from him.

With Murong Kunpeng at the entrance of the teahouse as the center point, a semi-circle of walking corpses with a radius of three meters was formed.

A pair of dull eyes finally found focus, and they stared at Murong Kunpeng with hollow, cold, and ruthless.

There are also such walking corpses on the earth, who were born in a martial arts family, and Murong Kunpeng naturally knows something.

There are 18 kinds of corpses in Chinese folklore, namely zombies, blood corpses, shadow corpses, flesh corpses, skin corpses, jade corpses, walking corpses, deceptive corpses, sweat corpses, hair corpses, walking corpses, awake corpses, armor corpses, stone corpses, fighting corpses, vegetable corpses, cotton corpses and wooden corpses.

Add to that foreign zombies, vampires, mummies, and so on, and that's even more.

But no matter what kind of corpse it was, Murong Kunpeng had never heard of such an organized and disciplined body.

He had only seen such an organized and disciplined large-scale corpse group operation at this moment, even if it could be ordered and prohibited, so Murong Kunpeng knew what he should do.

"Gutsless rats!" Murong Kunpeng decisively used his trick of cultivating for many years and finally combining the two great masteries "Dragon Yang Finger" and [Lion Roar Gong] into one, stretched out a finger and pointed at the fog and roared: "You come out!" ”

"Humph!" A cold snort came from among the corpses, and then the corpses parted, and a man in a black cloak walked out.

This man was born skinny, with fleshless cheeks and deep depressions, which looked like a life of hardship and happiness.

The black cloak he wore was embroidered with four palm-sized gray ghost heads, all of which had blue indigo, red hair and fangs, and fleshy horns like humps on the top of his head, and a dark green ghost fire burning in his eyes!

There is no doubt that this is also the same type of Taoist robe as the neon dress worn by Murong Kunpeng, but I don't know what sect it is.

Murong Kunpeng was keenly aware that the black cloak was not complete, and a large piece was torn off at the hem.

But how is this possible? Even if Murong Kunpeng is no longer a local, he has already worn it two or three times, and he knows that the neon clothes he wears are invulnerable, invulnerable, cold and heat, and dusty.

How could a large piece of a robe that was invulnerable to knives and guns be torn off? Who tore it? What does it mean?

When Murong Kunpeng looked at the black-cloaked man, the black-cloaked man was also looking at him, and it was a reckless sexual harassment gaze, looking him from head to toe and from foot to head.

In the end, the black-cloaked man's gaze fell on Murong Kunpeng's face, revealing a look of fascination.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're the Cold Snow Fairy of Danxuan Palace, right?" The man in the black cloak spoke, his voice hoarse as if it had been polished with sandpaper: "Sure enough, it is the color of the city, and it lives up to its name!" ”

Murong Kunpeng narrowed his beautiful eyes: "Who are you?" ”

"Me?" The man in the black cloak patted the ghost head on the black cloak, and what was surprising was that when he photographed it, the ghost head still struggled to hide, but it was a pity that it was sealed on the black cloak, and there was no way to avoid it.

"My name is Yu Buyu, you should see that I used to be the black butler of the [Nine Shadows Palace], and now, I am an evil way!"

After the black-cloaked man finished introducing himself, he said confidently and complacently: "Cold Snow Fairy, I won't tell you, your master Dragon Fairy has been entangled by Bi Danjun, and the entire queen's village has been laid down with a [Water Dragon Forbidden Fire Array] specifically for your Dan Xiu, if you don't believe it, you can try it!"

"Hmph, this queen's village is now a mortal situation, but all the disciples of Danxuan Palace who come in don't want to get out alive! So I advise you to join our evil path, I can keep you from dying......"