Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

Sure enough, the old man's eyes slowly turned to Jia Ren who was speaking. His misty eyes looked gloomy as if he was looking at a dead object. Then the old man stared at him for a while and actually spoke: "Jia Fei, Feng Liangcai, Li Jia, Wang Ran, Li Si..."

The old man said eight names in total, but no one was happy about it because these names were the list of deceased persons that they submitted last night and announced today.

Experienced players of the Endless Escape game have all realized that there is a limit to the number of times they can ask questions, because the village chief's toes have twisted and turned, and are now pointing towards his house. Although his body has not turned, the posture of his toes indicates that he is going back to the house.

Li Antong's expression was solemn: "Don't ask any more questions."

He looked at Qin Han in the team. The man was very low-key and did not panic from beginning to end. It was obvious at first glance that he was an experienced high-level player.

"Qin Han, you can ask the next question."

They have already wasted two chances, so the next question must be something meaningful.

Qin Han lowered his eyebrows and his expression could not be seen clearly in the fog. Just when Jia Ren was impatient to ask himself, the man said in a calm voice: "Where are the places where these deceased people you mentioned worked when they were alive?"

Zhang San’s wife, the old lady, also said that her husband was called by the village to work in the mountains.

Qin Han obviously knew more.

Everyone held their breath for a moment as the old man's toes turned completely back towards the direction of the house. He slowly twisted his body around and stepped one foot slowly into the house.

Jia Ren immediately complained: "You ask worse questions than I do!"

The next second, the old man raised his walking stick carved with intricate totems and pointed the tip at the hill behind the house that was shrouded in gray mist.

After giving the answer, he stepped into the house and slowly closed the door.

The room behind him was dark and without any lights on. The scene looked weird no matter how you looked at it.

"What do we do now?"

"Want to go into the mountains?"

Qin Han didn't waste any more words with these people. He just walked into the mountains. In the endless escape game, hesitating and wasting time is the most useless thing.

Everyone looked at each other and then followed.

Walking forward along a muddy path with gullies everywhere, the thick fog beneath their feet was like vines or countless hands that tightly entangled their feet, and the unusually heavy feeling made it difficult for the group to move forward.

Hua Xia looked down, the mist seemed to have really taken shape, she lifted her foot high and stepped down, a faint creaking sound was heard in the air, and 250 immediately saw the mist under the host's feet dissipate a little.

He shuddered, and felt that the creaking sound was the sound of something calling out.

[Host, host...what did you step on? ]

Hua Xia: "It should be the bones of something."

250 screamed in fear, turned on the video recording function, and turned off the real-time monitoring system, commonly known as shutting down.

What a retard, he can't stand being scared at all.

Hua Xia glanced sideways slightly. As expected, the mist under Bai Chu's feet seemed to be just ordinary water vapor. It did not follow him, nor did it tie to his trouser legs and outline a shape.

"There's too much moisture in the mountains. I feel my pants and shoes are all wet and so heavy!" Zhang Zhongluo, who was at the end of the team, complained.

He waited for a while but found no one responded. He looked up and could only see thick fog, but no team. He shouted in panic, "Qin Han? Huang Yu? Are you there?"

"anyone there?"

"anyone there?"

The gradually rising fear was like a fog that was about to penetrate into one's lungs and spread throughout his body. Zhang Zhong's heart and liver were about to burst, and he always felt that there was someone behind him, so he desperately chased forward. His feet were heavy, and he even lost his shoes, but he didn't care. His chest was heaving violently, and he gasped for air.

The fog was so thick that his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making his vision blurry.

Unable to see the surroundings clearly, Zhang Zhong didn't know how long he had been running. His throat was dry and hoarse, and there was a faint smell of blood coming from it.

Finally, a tall figure appeared in front of him. Qin Han was the only one in their team who was this tall. He rushed forward and stretched out his hand as if he had found hope: "Qin Han!"

His hand was on the shadow's shoulder, and the touch felt bumpy, damp and sticky. Zhang Zhong thought that Qin Han's clothes were wet by the mist, so he didn't pay attention and was about to chase after him, but Qin Han suddenly stopped and turned around to look at him.

In an extremely distorted posture, Zhang Zhong could clearly see the person in front of him, with distorted facial features, sunken and rotten skin, and some parts of the body with irregular protrusions, as if bones were sticking out of the body.

"what!"

Zhang Zhong shook off his hand and ran away in panic, not knowing which direction to go. At this moment, a hand pressed down on his shoulder. He could not run away or break free, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

"Zhang Zhong!"

Someone called him from behind.

Zhang Zhong didn't dare to look back, because it sounded like Qin Han's voice, and he had recognized the wrong person just now.

"Zhang Zhong, wake up!"

As if some Sanskrit sound was knocking down from above his head, Zhang Zhong finally stopped running forward. Turning around, he saw the real Qin Han holding his shoulders, his face gloomy and his brows slightly furrowed.

All seven members of the team were there, and their serious gazes were fixed on him.

The woman standing next to Qin Han was holding a big wooden stick that she had picked up from somewhere and pointing it at his head. Zhang Zhong woke up and realized that it was not the Sanskrit sound that woke him up just now, but it was clearly the wooden stick that woke him up.

My scalp was numb and the pain spread out belatedly.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask Hua Xia why she hit him, but he knew she was doing it out of kindness...

Zhang Zhong looked down and saw his trouser legs and shoes were covered in mud. His shoes...

His shoes were still on his feet, but he clearly hadn't remembered them.

Jia Ren said impatiently, "Zhang Zhong, why are you running around? And you're yelling and shouting. Even ten cows can't hold you back."

Li Antong asked: "What did you just see?"

Zhang Zhong's frightened look was not fake, his face was full of fear after surviving a disaster: "I, I saw a monster, a monster..."

Qin Han asked: "What does he look like?"

Jia Ren sneered, "It's obvious that he's hallucinating. What's the point of asking what he looks like?"

Qin Han ignored Jia Ren and continued to look at Zhang Zhong. Zhang Zhong couldn't help but say, "It's a deformed monster. It's very tall, maybe two meters..."

He raised his hand and looked at his palm: "It feels sticky, like it's rotten, or like some bodily fluid... I, I can't tell."

Zhang Zhong’s description was so strange that everyone got goose bumps after listening to it.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard in the solemn atmosphere, which scared everyone, especially Zhang Zhong, who felt that he had just escaped death. He looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was the sound of Hua Xia swinging the stick and hitting something. At this time, she was patting the dirt on her hands.

Zhang Zhong: "..." She really hit him with a stick she picked up at random, why didn't she pick up a thinner stick...

Fear invaded like fog, and at this moment Qin Han's cold voice came.

He asked Zhang Zhong: "Do you think that monster looks like the 'person' who appeared outside the door last night in a black cloak?"

Zhang Zhong thought of the monster wearing a black cloak. The height and shape were similar.

He swallowed hard, beads of sweat rolled down the back of his neck, his back was cold, and his voice was difficult: "Like."