After Wen Wenwen got up, he put his hand on Bruce's shoulder beside him and walked back.
However, before taking two steps, the sound of footsteps approaching gradually came from the fog in that direction, floating like a ghost. The footsteps had a bit of weight, but they were not heavier than ordinary people. It was between ordinary and abnormal. The middle value makes it unclear whether the thing in the fog is a human or a monster.
"Take a detour to the side, and the road on the left can be detoured." Wen Wenwen withdrew his hand and stared at the road ahead.
They immediately turned their heads and walked in the direction Wen Wenwen said, but not only the direction everyone was facing, but also the same footsteps came from the side where they wanted to detour.
Different from just now, a gust of wind from out of nowhere blew away the thick fog in front of him, and a face was exposed from it, facing the reincarnators who could stop.
Jin Handong glanced at him, only to feel that the face was so familiar.
Just before, I ate and chatted with them, slept in the same small house, and finally slept in my own bed.
He was the dead Tsuruta, but he appeared in the mist and gradually approached the reincarnator.
Tsuruta opened his eyes, those protruding eyes were full of dense white worm threads, those worm threads drilled in and out, and a lump would fall out of his eye sockets and be trampled by him.
Judging from the degree of decay of the corpse, it seemed that he had been dead for at least half a month.
But it was less than two days before his actual death.
"Run!" Jin Handong said in a low voice, listening to the footsteps coming from all directions.
Since the voices in the mist were coming towards them from the direction of the center of the town, everyone had to run in the opposite direction. After running for about half a minute, Wen Wenwen at the front stopped.
In the open space ahead, the group of young people who came out of the store before were gathering together.
The red-haired boss was taking his last puff of cigarette, casually throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, and rolling it back and forth with his toes.
This piece of land is on the edge of the town of Stilland. The land is barren. It is usually used as an isolated land, and people rarely pass by, so they choose to play here.
The young people brought a few clothes drying poles and cardboard boxes from nowhere. They used tape to erect the clothes drying poles and fix them on the railings. They hollowed out the bottom of the cardboard boxes and glued them to the top of the railings as a simple basketball. rack use.
The railing behind the drying pole is the railing around the edge of the town, dividing the town from the outside world.
The younger brother who was holding the red-haired boss's cigarette case wrapped around the cardboard box and held the basketball in his hand. After confirming that he would not be stuck, he turned around and greeted: "Boss, it's alright, we can start, I want to set up a group with you. ."
Red-haired old avenue: "Okay, okay, don't worry, start, the old man wants me to go back early."
The remaining few shrugged and automatically divided into two teams. The younger brother threw the basketball to the red-haired boss. He poured the ball on the ground, slapped it up and down, and assumed an offensive posture.
The other team started to defend, and the two sides fought back and forth for a few rounds before they were interrupted by the footsteps of the reincarnators.
The red-haired boss turned around, the ball in his hand was not firmly grasped, and rolled straight ahead to Wen Wenwen's feet.
The younger brother is very good at winking. Seeing that the fog is too thick, the boss can't see who is coming in front. He thought it was the old man in the town, his face was not very good, he immediately stepped forward, walked a few meters, and saw that it was the door of the store. After the group of foreigners, they said loudly: "What are you guys doing here? Are you not used to living here and want to leave?"
The red-haired boss raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and was about to fly out of his face: "Hurry up and go, there will be several batches every year.
Wen Wenwen only felt itchy feet and wanted to kick the basketball in front of him, but considering that he would definitely fly out of town in this direction, it was better to do more than one less thing, so he chose to endure it.
Originally, I wanted to change paths to escape on the spot, but at this time, the footsteps behind the original reincarnations disappeared again, and the fog did not dissipate.
Kesia stood up, she pulled her sweaty hair back to her ears, and her green eyes were like water waves: "You just said how many groups of foreigners will come every year? You know what happened to them. Is it?"
The red-haired youth sneered: "They are not Laozi's parents, Laozi takes care of them? You too, leave if you want, don't delay Laozi's play."
Kersia: "…"
Poor bastard.
When encountering such a difficult person to communicate with, Kesia has nothing to do.
If this was the reality, she would have gone to educate her mother a long time ago, and now she can teach the other person a lesson, but in the dungeon world, she and Wen Wenwen chose the same way of dealing with it.
Bruce whispered in her ear: "Now the sound of chasing us has disappeared, do we want to go back and have a look?"
"Confirm, is it the time, so the monsters in the mist disappeared, or because we got here." Wen Wenwen said without hesitation.
They were about to turn around and try again in a different direction, when one of the young men in a peaked cap in the open space suddenly screamed.
"what!"
He stood behind the red-haired boss, startling him: "Little Qian, what's the situation?"
Just as Hongmao turned his head, the basketball that had been resting on Wen Wenwen's toes rolled up automatically without wind, and rolled to Hongmao's heel.
The feeling of friction came from his feet. Hong Mao looked down and saw that it was the basketball, so he reached out and picked it up. He thought it was Wen Wenwen kicked over, so he said unceremoniously, "You guys are acquainted."
The red-haired boss didn't use his eyes to look at the reincarnator, so he didn't see the frightened look on the other's face.
Just because in the eyes of the reincarnators, when the basketball was held in the arms of the red-haired boss, it had changed from an ordinary orange-brown basketball into a human head.
The man had a triangular turban on his head, a mottled neck incision and a clear cut on his throat.
This is... the head of the cutthroat figure!
Everyone immediately turned back and caught the figure at the diagonal back.
Compared with the first time we met, the cutthroat figure was covered in bruises and wounds all over his body, but the neck was the most serious injury, and its head was missing.
The cut-throat figure is facing the red-haired boss, as if "looking" at his own head.
The young man known as "Little Money" bent down, hugged his stomach, and said with a painful expression: "Just now... it seems that something hit me, and it hurts to death."
The red-haired little brother laughed: "Bumping your stomach? You're not here for the uncle."
Xiao Qian covered his stomach, picked up his clothes, and found a large bruise on his stomach: "This... What's going on, it hasn't happened before."
Hongmao frowned: "I think you fell or bumped into the corner of the table when you came out. It's really disappointing, you go back and apply some potion, there are a few left, let's continue."
He didn't pay attention to the reincarnators at all. He hugged the basketball and made a jumping posture towards the hoop: "Continue, it's a little late, whoever makes the first goal wins."
"Wait—" Before Wen Wenwen's words of stopping were finished, there was another movement in the open space.
The red-haired basketball hadn't let go, but the loyal younger brother standing beside him shouted loudly again, he clutched his left arm and rolled on the ground in pain: "It hurts, boss, it hurts, someone hit me arm!"
"What a mess, get up, you touch porcelain?" The red-haired boss kicked him with his toes.
The usually obedient little brother could not survive this time, and curled himself into a shrimp shape: "It hurts too much, boss, it hurts!"
Xiao Li, who was standing at the back, walked over, pulled away the red hair from behind, and squatted down and fiddled with his arm: "It's dislocated."
Little brother: "Hey, brother, take it easy, it hurts me to death!"
The red-haired boss felt a little cold behind his back: "No, why did it suddenly dislocate? My invincible dunk hasn't been dunked yet?"
Wen Wenwen and the others also followed. He stared at the head in Hong Mao's hand and said, "I didn't see anything..."
They had been observing this head before, but this head closed his eyes and did not attack the younger brother and the young man. Could it be that there is still some kind of ghost in this open space
Xiao Li was silent.
The younger brother looked at Xiao Li eagerly: "Will you accept it?"
Xiao Li: "No."
Little brother: "..."
He hadn't spoken yet, when it got dark in front of him, Jin Handong came over: "I'll pick it up, bear with it."
She grabbed the younger brother's arm and exerted force, accompanied by a sound of bones returning, and after the younger brother screamed loudly, his arm recovered from the dislocated state.
"Thank you, thank you." He tried moving his arms.
Xiao Li wanted to take the head from the red-haired boss, but the red-haired boss didn't let go and glared at the other party: "Why?"
Xiao Li pondered for a moment: "Cure his thanks?"
The red-haired boss: "... No, I wonder if this was not cured by you?"
"Okay," Xiao Li asked Jin Handong, "Can Xie Li want this?"
Jin Handong replied with a bit of confusion: "...It's okay, Sherlock, you can do it."
Xiao Li turned to look at the red hair, and gestured.
This is actually not a very precious thing. The younger brother is Hong Mao's friend for many years. He reluctantly let go of his hand and let the boy in front of him take his basketball.
Hongmao wanted to explain a few words. For example, he could sign the basketball to make it more valuable, but the next second, in his sight, Xiao Li pressed the basketball with his fingertips, and then used another Swing one hand out to spin the basketball against your fingertips.
When the basketball turned the fastest, he pointed up with his fingers, threw the basketball in the air, and threw it out with the palm of his hand.
This is a common slam dunk position.
The premise is that he throws a real basketball.
In the eyes of the reincarnator, the human head with its eyes closed was spinning rapidly in the air, and Xiao Li threw it at the cut-throat figure who had lost its head.
If you observe carefully enough, you will find that the human head has a tendency to roll his eyes because of the previous strenuous exercise.
Its body, in a panic, reached out to pick up its head.
I don't know if it's because of Xiao Li's poor shooting skills, or because the cut-throat figure has no head and can't see the way. In short, the head crashed on the way.
It did not reach the opposite side of the parabola, but bumped twice in the middle and rolled to the outside.
The cutthroat figure bent down, looking for his head.
other people:"… … …"
Only the red hair said in confusion: "Why are you throwing the ball over there?"