Thinking of the ancient race mentioned by the protoss just now, Jenkins knew in his heart that there was still a tough battle to fight. It took him some time to wipe out all the corpse monsters and spirits surrounding him, and when the last jump cut the head of the woman with the corpse centipede in half, he was also gasping for breath.
"Okay, so the next thing is..."
After resting for a while, he walked towards the interior of the hospital according to his memory and speculation. The dilapidated path was almost covered by weeds and dead leaves, and his boots made strange noises when they stepped on the ground. The sound was heard far away in the white mist of the hospital, but Jenkins could also detect the sound from far away.
Then he swung his sword and stabbed into the mist on the right, feeling something soft and sticky. Then he noticed that the thickness of the mist in the area pierced by the sword was obviously different from the surrounding area, so he realized that someone was using the ability of [Atomization].
"Indeed, in this environment, [Atomization] is indeed the most outstanding assassination ability."
Jenkins carefully observed his surroundings. Although the fog was pushed away a few feet around him, he still couldn't be careless.
He stood still and did not continue walking, waiting vigilantly for the next attack. Holding his breath, he suddenly turned around, and the movement of turning around caused his arms to swing, so that the Holy Sword of Bone was powerfully chopped down, just enough to split the cloud of fog behind him.
The man's screams were faintly heard, and then the white mist turned into a blood mist and quickly dissipated. A few seconds later, a half-squatting man appeared 20 feet away, half-squatting and covering his left shoulder, which was already bleeding profusely.
"Impossible, how did you see me?"
He wailed and asked, because of the severe pain, the curly short brown hair on his forehead was already sticking to his scalp due to sweat.
"For my eyes, as long as you are still in the material world, I can see you. Give you a chance to make you immortal, tell me, the Scent Appreciation Committee, in that banned tobacco What effect did it have?"
"How do you know I'm... You kill me, I won't tell you these secrets."
"Let me change the question. You just admitted that you are a member of the Smell and Appreciation Committee. So, are you a believer in [Circling Mist]?"
"Why am I telling you this? Kill me."
The wounded man said loudly.
"So you are really not a believer in [Circling Mist]. It seems that you are right. The tobacco incident this time should be planned by some degenerate believers and other outsiders. As my friend once said, any It is inevitable that there will be a few scum in the sect... "
This is what Miss Magic used to describe the mad poet.
"The last question, why did you and your companion come to this hospital today? It's not really to ask Mr. Corpse for help, is it?"
Jenkins asked again, but the other party stopped talking. Then he walked over frowning and found that he was dead. Jenkins guessed that he committed suicide by taking a special poison, otherwise there would be no reason to die so quickly.
"What a ruthless man."
He muttered something, trying to find some other clues on the corpse. But the man had nothing on him, his pockets were empty, not even a coin. This proves on the one hand that the letter the explorers found on the roof of the main building is also highly likely to be fake. There is no reason to carry important documents with him when performing such an operation, especially since his companion has nothing on him.
"What are they looking for Mr. Corpse for? They fancy the white mist here?"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this conjecture was very reasonable, so he connected the white mist and tobacco with the doomsday disaster he guessed, but this kind of thinking was a bit too jumpy, and it was just a conjecture at present.
In addition to these bestowers, Jenkins also knew that there was a ghoul that had just been injured in the hospital. But the ghoul hid and refused to come out, and Jenkins didn't have the time to find him. Looking back at the thick black clouds over the city in the distance, he walked quickly to where the explorers were.
A group of four people have been wandering around in a daze since they left the collapsed building. Jenkins ran along the path, and when he turned a corner and saw them, what he saw was not four big living people, but four bodies A figure with a blue light and a somewhat transparent body.
He could barely judge the details of the face by the intensity of the light, so Jenkins recognized his cat and Britney at a glance.
"The explorers finally met the intruder in the hospital. He was observing the explorers at close range, and the explorers were also observing him at close range. Suddenly, an inexplicable chill flooded into the senses of the explorers. Fear and uneasiness filled their hearts. Please throw [Inspiration] and [Spirit] to judge what will happen next."
Mr. Corpse, who hadn't spoken for a long time, said.
The four people rolled the dice one by one, and only the sailor's [Inspiration] passed, but the [Spirit] failed.
"Through his own eyes and spirit, the sailor realized that the creature standing in front of everyone at this time was not just a person. He vaguely felt that he had touched the part of a huge iceberg protruding from the sea. When looking at the details, I suddenly found that what I was looking into was the most terrifying abyss, sailor madness... "
Mr. Corpse stopped his words abruptly, and was silent for three seconds before changing his words:
"The stranger said to the explorers [I am a good person, I am here to help you], the explorers completely trusted the stranger's words, and thus got a great sense of spiritual pleasure. From now on, strangers join Team, each time a stranger takes an action, it is considered that you have started an action round."
"Mr. Candle is really not simple. He easily won the trust of the explorers. He is indeed a believer in lies."
Mr. White Cat couldn't help but praise.
"Maybe he was able to become your friend because of his lies."
Mr. Corpse said suddenly, but Mr. White Cat snorted and ignored him.
"Mr. Corpse, your conspiracy is about to be exposed. It is useless to provoke our relationship at this time."
Miss Magic couldn't help but said.
"My conspiracy is going to be exposed?"
Mr. Corpse asked back unhurriedly. In the context of this kind of dialogue, his slow tone is very annoying.
"Aren't you willing to admit that all the unusual things that happened in the hospital are all behind your back?"
Hathaway also accused, but Mr. Corpse didn't show any emotion because of these words, he really looked like a corpse.