I Have A City In An Alternate World



The sudden rise of the thick fog completely isolated everyone, and they could not see anything beyond two meters.

The tension started to spread again.

They were already trapped here, and now that they were surrounded by the thick fog, it was simply adding fuel to the fire.

The fear of not being able to see normally made everyone gather together subconsciously and call out to each other to determine the location of their companions.

However, the most important problem had yet to be solved. How were they going to get out of this area without a guide?

The old woman and the others quickly gathered together and looked around vigilantly, afraid that the cultivator in the short coat would launch a sneak attack.

Just now, he had used his guns and weapons to temporarily scare off the cultivator in the short-coat, but he had not killed him.

Now that the fog had risen, the other party was likely to use the fog as cover to launch a sneak attack. With the ability he had just displayed, it was completely possible to kill anyone.

Therefore, under such circumstances, the cultivators should unite and not act alone.

As for the mercenaries, he didn't need to care about them at all. To cultivators, mortals were like ants, tools to be used.

After it became useless, he could just throw it away.

However, since firearms could hurt cultivators in short-coats, they had to bring mercenaries with them to ensure their safety.

There must be a reason for the benevolence of cultivators.

"Everyone, listen up. Follow the team closely and don't fall behind.

Once you notice any dangerous situation, immediately sound the alarm. Remember not to shoot at will."

If the old lady and the others were hit by the bullets, they would also be injured and die, so he specially reminded them.

If they were hit by a stray bullet, wouldn't they die an unjust death?

Now that they had lost their guide, everyone became more and more careful as they moved forward, especially the old woman who was in charge of leading the way. She was extremely careful with every step they took.

He only had two communication compasses. Otherwise, he would have found a way to contact the middle-aged cultivator long ago.

In the process of probing forward, they encountered energy vortexes a few times and were almost sucked into them. The old woman and the others broke out in cold sweat from fear.

It was only at this moment that they realized how important it was to have a guide. Unfortunately, the cultivator in the short-coat was nowhere to be seen.

The real cultivator in short-sleeved robes was missing, and the fake one was abnormally fierce. It was simply a headache.

After walking for half a day, the fog became thicker, and the only things they could see were their companions who were connected by ropes.

It was extremely quiet in the thick fog, as if there was only the sound of footsteps, and nothing else.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

The sound of leaves rustling rang out, raising everyone's vigilance. Some people's bodies kept trembling, completely caused by fear and anxiety.

"Ah, Yingluo!"

ah! a short scream rang out, causing everyone's hearts to sink. The thing they were most worried about had finally happened.

don't panic. Count down immediately. At the same time, hit your companions behind you and see who it is.

The leader of the mercenary team said loudly. Because he could not see the situation of the entire team, he could only use this method to determine the loss of personnel.

"One, two, three ..."

The count-off continued, and when it reached twenty, it suddenly stopped.

what's going on? who's the 20th? "

The leader of the mercenaries and the others were already on high alert, so they immediately asked.

The other mercenaries immediately determined the location of the problem according to their own ranking, but the thick fog made them unable to see anything.

The mercenary who was ranked 19th was so scared that he was trembling all over. He immediately turned around and aimed his gun behind him.

In the faintly discernible thick fog, a slightly hunched figure stood, looking somewhat familiar.

"Twenty years old."

A hoarse voice sounded. It was also familiar, but it gave people a feeling of numbness.

Although he had already counted off, he could tell from his voice that there was something wrong with this guy.

The mercenary's heart beat wildly because he could tell that the voice was exactly the same as the cultivator in the short coat.

Sure enough, as the mist circulated, a thin face appeared, and it was staring at him with round eyes.

It was indeed his companion, but there was only one head, held by a skinny hand.

The head moved, revealing a face with a strange smile. It was the short-robed cultivator.

"Bang!"

The mercenary, who had lost control of his emotions, suddenly pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the cultivator in the short coat.

Due to the fog, the cultivator's body couldn't be seen clearly, and he didn't know if he had been hit.

The cultivator in the short coat didn't fall to the ground. Instead, he was still staring at the mercenary with a sickly expression.

I've already counted. Why are you still hitting me? it really hurts.

The short-robed cultivator suddenly spoke. His tone was sinister and strange, as if he was a vengeful spirit seeking his life.

The mercenary was scared out of his wits. He kept pulling the trigger in fear and shooting at the cultivator in the short coat.

hahaha, it hurts! I'm going to die, Qingqing!

The short-robed cultivator screamed continuously. His voice was maniacal and artificial. If one were to listen carefully, one could hear a hint of a scheme that had succeeded.

The mercenary was already scared out of his wits. He was only focused on shooting and did not have the mood to carefully distinguish between the two.

He kept pulling the trigger until he ran out of bullets, screaming in horror at the same time.

"Bastard, what are you doing?"

A loud shout was heard, and then a figure rushed over and kicked the mercenary who was in a state of collapse to the ground.

It was the leader of the mercenaries. His face was full of anger as he aimed his gun at the trembling mercenary on the ground.

"You bastard, what have you done? who told you to shoot?"

The mercenary captain's hand that was holding the gun was trembling, as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger and could shoot at any time.

With the captain pointing a gun at his head, the collapsed mercenary gradually calmed down. He then said in a trembling voice, " "There's a ghost, there's a ghost!"

"What ghost? I think you're crazy!"

The captain knew very well that his men must have encountered something strange. Otherwise, they wouldn't be acting like this.

However, at this moment, he had to calm the people down and not let the situation get out of control.

Hearing the captain's scolding, the mercenary looked at the cultivator in the short coat, trying to prove himself, but he found no one there.

"Something's not right, where was the rustling just now?"

The mercenary was anxious and wanted to explain loudly, but he was stopped by the captain.

"Don't talk nonsense. Do you know what you've done?"

The captain gritted his teeth in anger. The mercenary also heard intermittent screams from behind the thick fog.

Thinking back to how he had fired randomly just now, the mercenary's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He knew that he must have accidentally injured his companion.

If the situation was serious, the team leader could just execute him directly, and no one would cry out for him.

people on the other side, listen up. I'm your team leader. What's the casualty situation? "

After a few seconds, a voice came from the thick fog. The voice was filled with surprise and anger.

boss, five people have been killed, and four are seriously injured. It looks like they can't be saved.

After hearing the report from his men, the mercenary leader was so angry that he raised his gun again, wanting to kill the culprit.

Who knew that after he turned around, his body would immediately tremble violently as if he had been electrocuted.

Then, without saying a word, he turned around and rushed into the thick fog, completely ignoring the mercenary.

After seeing the captain's abnormal behavior, the mercenary also realized something, and his expression became extremely ugly.

He slowly stood up, his legs trembling, but he still struggled to leave.

you hit me so hard that I'm in so much pain. My body is full of holes. Where are you going? "

A sinister voice sounded behind the mercenary. It was the short-robed cultivator who had suddenly disappeared.

The mercenary screamed. He didn't have the mood to care about anything else and ran forward with all his might.

However, he had only run a few steps when he felt his vision rolling. He saw a headless corpse with blood spurting out of its neck. The familiar clothes indicated that it was him.

The head fell to the ground, and the last thing he saw was a cultivator in a short coat floating in the air with a strange smile on his face. He casually lifted the head up and sneered.