Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

The mist rolled on the ground like boiling water.

Wisps and strands of mist, with vague human figures, intertwined with each other, and scattered among each other, smashing into a pile of thick ash.

How should I put it, this ash cloud looks like the scene of burning plastic bags.

Ding Mu had no expression on his face. He thought that he would not bear this kind of scene, or that he would have nostalgia for this younger brother who was once his favorite, but he didn't feel anything, as if he didn't know the rolling on the ground. People in the fog.

He looked bluffing with such an expressionless face, and even the speed of the gray clouds slowly surrounding him slowed down.

It looked like he was intimidated.

"Brother Ding, I was wrong...I was wrong, you spare me...Brother Ding..." The mist on the ground screamed miserably, without a human voice, it sounded like a feeling of being indistinguishable from male and female, no wonder Ding Mu met that day. Hear this voice as a female voice.

almost.

Ding Mu saw that the fog had shrunk a lot compared to before, so he finally showed mercy and turned off the flashlight and connected it to the power bank to charge it.

Although he now has a power bank as a backup, it can't be too extravagant, it's always good to save some.

Today is different from the past. He used to be able to ignore the use time of the flashlight when he could charge the battery at any time outside the mountain, but not now.

The flashlights are all turned off, so the card knife can be retracted. The knife did not cause any damage to the gray mist just now. He also tried to touch the gray mist, but found that he could not touch the entity, which means that physical attacks are harmful to him. The gray fog is useless, the card knife can defend against people, but it cannot prevent the gray fog's attack.

Or direct flashlight effective.

Thinking of this, he put the knife back into his breast pocket.

The blade of this card knife is as bright as a mirror, reflecting Ding Mu's current appearance from a certain angle.

Not what he was, and not like a person.

how to say?

His current appearance is moving towards the appearance of a small town resident, and it is only a matter of time before he is completely assimilated.

He remembered that when he first came in, he didn't look like this. At that time, he just passed the window and took a look, and it was the same as his normal appearance.

But now he has become like this.

At this rate, even if he didn't have the five-day time limit, he would still be trapped here because his body was slowly assimilated.

The first stage is what he is now, his face is a little unnatural, but he can still see that he is different from other people, a bit human, and the second stage is probably like a laundry shop owner. Not like a person, but the appearance is still a bit popular. The third stage is the appearance of the shop owner. The face does not look like a person at all, just like a machine with a fixed format, mechanical, stiff, and only some negative emotions like a person.

But he intuitively felt that the form of the shopkeeper would not be the final form.

So what does the final form look like?

Ding Mu cast his eyes on Luo Mingye who gradually stopped rolling.

Luo Mingye has been here for so long, so he should know part of the truth.

When he asked the question, he still had the last sliver of luck, hoping that this person would give him a reason to let him go, but at this time, Luo Mingye's condition was really not good.

What's wrong?

Luo Mingye's mind is no longer clear, sometimes he thinks it's all fake, he is still living in university, sometimes he will suddenly panic and shrink back, as if he saw something bad.

It seems that the sober half of the soul has been taken away, and only the broken discarded items are left here.

The reason why Ding Mu made such a judgment is because he did not find Luo Mingye's cell phone here.

The gray fog here doesn't seem to have the ability to send out a signal for help by its own power generation.

If this gray mist really had such abilities, he would do a backflip on the spot and recite "Quiet Night Thoughts".

Because both are almost the same unbelievable and utterly stupid.

"You are not Luo Mingye, Luo Mingye is dead."

Ding Mu looked at the gray fog on the ground and said.

The one on the ground is just an aggregation of Luo Mingye's remaining consciousness.

After he finished speaking, the ash cloud that had already gathered half a human figure on the ground disintegrated instantly, and merged with those ash clouds like incense ash blown away by the wind.

Looking at this scene, Ding Mu suddenly had an idea: What if the final form of the mutation of the people here is not human?

Who said that a person has to maintain a human form all the time?Can't people become gray mist?

If this is the case, then, is the gray fog in this small town all caused by people?

He looked at the group of gray clouds that were approaching him little by little, and thought of this: the gray fog appeared after the so-called water god sacrifice, so, those who died didn't really die, but changed. Become a gray fog?

People here live in the gray mist, will they really not be affected?After being affected, the residents of the small town gradually became like that.

He remembered one thing: he didn't seem to have heard the voice of a child here.