Nightmare Attack

The "citizens" of Blackstone Town have given up their pretense and begun to massacre the survivors in the mission in the most brutal manner.

Fatty never thought he could run so fast.

All those stone statues came to life!

And together with the other "townspeople" who came over, they hibernated and hung upside down on the top of the hall on the first floor of the building, waiting step by step for the prey to approach.

The building's effectiveness as a safe zone has disappeared, which is why the doctor insists on rushing out.

The sound of sharp claws, the flapping of wings, and all kinds of hodgepodge sounds followed closely behind them. Fatty wanted to turn his head and take a look, but he didn't dare.

He was afraid that after seeing those ghosts clearly, he would lose his survival instinct.

Those ugly monsters were not as clumsy as they had seen at first. They were very fast, biting behind the two like a pack of wolves.

It wasn't until we rushed into the forest and had the cover of trees that the situation became slightly better.

"Doctor, the restrictions imposed by the building on them have disappeared." The fat man's tongue was enlarged, and his face was as pale as a layer of paint.

Jiang Cheng was looking for a way ahead, pushing aside the dense bushes. His expression was strange, and his eyes were even stranger, as if he was struggling with something, which made the fat man feel very uneasy.

There were constant sounds of friction and snapping of branches all around, and those strange things rushed into the forest with them.

"Doctor," the fat man walked quickly along the path opened by Jiangcheng. He paused, and his slightly opened mouth paused again, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

"Just ask whatever you want to ask," Jiang Cheng said without looking back. "If it's too late, you might not have the chance."

Hearing this, the fat man no longer hesitated and lowered his voice and said, "Doctor, I'm thinking that since the restriction of the building on them is gone, why didn't they take action in the hall just now?"

He swallowed, and the "rustling" sound in his ears forced him to speed up. "If they had done it at that time, I don't think we would have had a chance to run into the forest."

The road Jiang Cheng chose was very steep, which was good for concealment. Secondly, judging from the body shape of those strange things, they didn't look like they were good at climbing.

Compared with chasing on flat land, their greater advantage should be in the sea.

Jiang Cheng, who was walking ahead and carefully exploring the path, stepped on a low-lying area to make sure it could withstand his own strength, and then continued walking upwards. "It's hunting," he said.

"Hunting?" The fat man's eyes were stunned.

This word is not unfamiliar to him. When he was very young, he was brought up by his grandparents in a small rural county. Every warm afternoon, his grandfather would lean on the broken rocking chair made of woven rattan and listen to the radio with squinted eyes. Telling stories inside, watching him play.

When he gets excited, he will catch him and tell him some historical allusions that he thinks are interesting, although he resists every time.

But after going back and forth, he really remembered a lot of things.

Hunting is one of them.

When it comes to the large-scale activities that the ancient royal family participated in, hunting has a high photogenic rate. Whether it is the Central Plains dynasty or the northern nomads, everyone enjoys it.

This is a multi-person sport.

To be more specific, it is to drive the wild beasts in a certain area to one place through encirclement, and then focus on shooting them.

"Are they trying to drive us near the stone plate?" Fatty asked in horror. This was not difficult to guess.

"Other than that, I can't think of any other reason," Jiang Cheng's several stab wounds on his body severely restricted his ability to move, especially since the dense bushes would scratch his wounds from time to time.

"Doctor, I think the hunting you mentioned is fine, but I always feel that their purpose," the fat man thought for a moment, continued, "is not as simple as killing us."

The fat man paused, then stretched out his hand and took Jiang Cheng's arm. "Doctor," the fat man suddenly said, "Don't you think this scene is familiar?"

As soon as Jiang Cheng's feet stopped moving, he slowly lowered his body, using the boulder beside him to block his figure, then turned around and looked at the fat man, "Go on."

"Do you still remember the scene we saw near the stone plate before?" The fat man did not dare to delay and spoke very quickly.

"You mean those invaders suppressed the natives of Blackstone Town?"

The fat man licked his lips, nodded to the doctor and said, "Yes, doctor, think about it, those invaders gathered the indigenous people together, then drove them from the town into the forest, and finally ended up near the stone plate."

"Is it similar to our current situation?" Fatty prompted.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked at Fatty, with something in his eyes that the latter didn't quite understand, "You're right," Jiang Cheng nodded, "The purpose between the two should be consistent, otherwise the explanation will not make sense. "

Crouching behind the rock, Fatty looked out through the gaps in the bushes, trying to find where the monsters were chasing. Then he sighed, "But I just don't know what their plan is."

Jiang Cheng leaned against the rock. The "rustling" sounds around him made him upset. The mission was about to end, and the weird atmosphere in the forest was much stronger than before.

It can even influence his thinking to a certain extent.

But it seemed that when he raised his head, the fat man in front of him was much better. Although he looked very scared, his mind was clearer than before.

It was obviously impossible to say that there was no connection between the two hunting operations that spanned hundreds of years, but a light kept flashing in Jiang Cheng's eyes.

Where exactly is the connection?

There is still a way to survive

Various clues emerged in his mind. They were divided into different parts and pieced together. The ones that were meaningless were eliminated and the new ones were refined again.

Until a face stained with blood appeared in his mind.

The scene suddenly freezes.

It was a girl's face, not very beautiful, ordinary, but not so ordinary. The smiling face was covered with blood, and the body was cut in half.

She is the old man's granddaughter.

Then, like opening the shutter of a camera, terrifying smiling faces bloomed in his mind. Without exception, they were brutally slaughtered, but without exception, a strange smiling face was left behind.

They were the indigenous people who were massacred before.

They were laughing, as if the conspiracy had succeeded.

A huge amount of information gathered in Jiang Cheng's mind, entangled together, and almost exploded. But in the next moment, he suddenly raised his head and his vision became quiet.

He found a connection between the two events.

Following behind him, he also understood the purpose of those monsters.

Killing them is not the purpose. The real purpose of those ghosts is to drive them near the stone plate and be killed by them, just like those "aboriginals" who died with a smile on their face.

They just want relief.

This is reincarnation