There was a strange sound in the dark darkness.

The bright camp campfire occasionally sounded the beep of burning firewood.

There was no noise, and only occasionally there was a trivial whisper.

At the end of the day, they encountered three moldy stones in a row, and their fortunes took a sharp turn, first two consecutive white-level monsters invaded, and finally an unknown weird monster came, which only led to the death of two warriors, but also brought great psychological pressure to people.

Many of the caravans were physically and mentally exhausted.

Not to mention that the camp can't be too noisy in the dark, and even if it could, not many people would be interested in talking.

They gathered around the campfire, just to get through a certain period of time, and when Captain Pang and the steward said that they would allow, they went back to their tents to sleep.

Captain Pang and the steward were discussing things in a low voice.

Ni Yongfei and Lu Chen sat by the bonfire, Ni Yongfei withdrew his gaze, the bright bonfire reflected his face dyed a faint blue, he was a little apprehensive and said: "After so long, there has been no accident, I think the bad luck should pass, and I can sleep well tonight." ”

As soon as he said this, Lu Chen's face stiffened a little, and he was silent for a moment and said, "I beg you not to say this, every time you say this, something will happen." ”

"Can you blame me for this?" Ni Yongfei smiled bitterly, not daring to say anything more about bad luck.

Zhou Fan, who kept his distance from everyone in the caravan, sat in a corner of the camp, and a small bonfire was also lit in front of him.

Zhou Fan didn't immediately enter the tent to rest, because he wasn't sure if the bad luck had passed.

If you enter the small tent at this time, you may miss something and put yourself in danger.

He's waiting, and if the bad luck doesn't pass, maybe some strange thing will rush into the camp soon.

The old man lay beside him, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He sat as if he had done nothing, but he kept an eye on everything in the camp.

Captain Pang and the steward were talking in a low voice, Lu Chen and Ni Yongfei were talking, and the warriors in the camp were sitting separately, some with their eyes closed, some wiping weapons, and some talking to people......

Everything was in his sights.

The three guides, who were sitting together, suddenly stood up.

Zhou Fan felt a little strange in his heart, did they plan to go back to the tent to rest?

It's just that the three guides didn't go to the tent, they walked to the open space where the camp didn't have tents and stopped.

The camp fell silent all of a sudden, and they all looked at the three guides with some confusion.

The three guides did not speak, their faces cold and their eyes blank in the light of the fire.

"What are you doing?" said Captain Pang as he walked briskly.

Zhou Fan had a puzzled look in his eyes, he stood up, put his hand on the hilt of the knife, and looked around vigilantly.

Many warriors stood up with a blank face.

The three guides did not answer Captain Pang's words, and they seemed to have done something wrong and bowed their heads in shame.

Just by bowing their heads, their heads could no longer be lifted, and the three heads were constantly falling, from their chests to their knees.

There is only a thin layer of human skin around the neck, which stretches and pulls the skull like stretching rubber.

The three heads also flicked up and down slightly.

There were three people standing who did not fall, three heads that fell to their knees, their blank eyes wide open.

The camp fell silent, and everyone watched the horror with incredulous eyes.

Didn't see anything weird, didn't show any signs beforehand, no one noticed anything unusual!

The three guides are dead!

"Be careful!" was the first to speak, but it was the seal steward, his face calm.

Zhou Fan glanced at the sealer, and then turned his gaze to the three guides in a strange state.

It was so sudden that he couldn't even react.

The warriors of the camp looked around with fear on their faces, suspecting that a strange thing had infiltrated the camp, and that it might be hiding in the tent, among them, under the ground, in the air overhead.

It's just that they can't find anything, and they're more of a dead guide.

There was no weirdness anywhere, maybe it was still in the bodies of the three guides.

For a moment, no one dared to approach the three guides who were still standing.

"What should I do now?" asked Captain Pang to the sealer beside him.

This made Zhou Fan raise his eyebrows again, and along the way, Captain Pang directly ordered the caravan warriors to do things, and rarely asked for the opinion of the sealing officer, but now he asked the sealing officer.

The steward said with a gloomy face: "Burn them and force those monsters to come out." ”

"Burned them. Captain Pang ordered.

The warrior of the caravan took out the three talismans, carefully walked a few steps, and threw them on the three guides.

As soon as the talisman landed on the three guides, the crimson rune line instantly spread all over the body, and it burned with a snort.

Crimson flames burned violently, and black smoke rose in curling up.

The human skin attached to the skull was burned, and the three heads were separated from the corpse and rolled to the ground, the skulls continuing to burn.

The warriors were nervously staring at the burning corpses and covering their noses in case there was something wrong with the smell of the burning corpses.

Under the burning of the rune flames, the three burning headless corpses finally turned into black charcoal and collapsed, and their heads were also burned into crushed carbon slag.

It's just that nothing strange rushed out of the corpse's body during the burning process.

This is another stunned warrior who has been prepared.

But still no one dared to approach the corpse.

"Have someone go over and check it out. The steward said in a deep voice.

Captain Pang assigned three warriors and asked them to go over and check.

The three warriors were reluctant in their hearts, but they were the warriors of the caravan, and Captain Pang himself spoke, and they could only paste various protective talismans on their bodies before approaching cautiously.

When they got closer, they carefully looked down at the charred corpse before drawing their swords and slashing at it.

They were terrified with the first split, but when the charred corpse was split in two by them, and no strange monsters came out of it, they were much more relieved.

He sped up and slashed down, chopping the body to pieces, not even sparing the head that was rolling aside.

It looks a little cruel, but none of the warriors present said anything to stop it, in order to ensure their own safety, what is it to do this to the corpse?

Anyway, people are dead, and it is impossible to take the corpses away.

In the wilderness, even the most brutal things can happen.

It's just that the corpse was chopped up like this, and still nothing was found.

The three warriors in charge of the inspection walked back, and the three of them shook their heads at Captain Pang, indicating that they had found nothing.

The monster did not hide inside the bodies of the three guides.

The camp was so quiet that only the sound of campfires and wood burning.

The faint blue light of the fire reflected on everyone's faces, and they carefully swept their eyes around, alert for danger that might come at any time.

They wondered, where the hell was that weird guy hiding?