Chapter 444 Camp
The black mist fell silently, as if the night fell into the vast sea, quietly submerging everyone.
The security personnel near the station had all heard of Gao Ming's name, but they did not expect that Gao Ming would appear in such a way.
The bus, which had been sprayed with special exterior paint, drove along the road and finally stopped a few meters away from the God of Jingtuo. The lights went out and Gao Ming let go of the steering wheel. A masked ghost story player took his place in the driver's seat. superior.
The car door creaked open, the rust peeled off, and Gao Ming stepped out.
"Which junkyard did you buy this car from?" Lord Jingtuo smelled the peculiar smell emanating from the car. No, to be precise, the car itself had a stench that could not be removed.
"My people are all here." Gao Ming's voice was calm. He looked as if he was forced to participate in the company's team building. He was not happy, but he was not nervous or afraid.
"Your people?" Lord Jingtuo and the surrounding security personnel all looked at the bus. In this old bus, there was a person sitting in each seat. Most of them wore masks, and some were dressed strangely. red dress.
"Now that everyone is here, let's set off together. The longer the delay, the smaller the chance of survival of those in Xiao'an Town." God Jingtuo raised the lone lamp, asked his men to push Wan Jie, and took the initiative to walk in The front.
The lamp burned with a strange smell, and faint screams could be heard coming from the lamp. Gao Ming glanced at Lord Jingtuo: "How much human oil did you boil in order to light it?"
The faces of the surrounding security personnel darkened, and they were deliberately avoiding this topic.
The light in the lampshade was not dazzling, nor did it bring any warmth to people. Instead, it gave people a strange and creepy feeling when they got closer.
The eyeball planted in Zhang Ding's eye socket seems to be deep and dark, but it also contains light, a very uncomfortable light. So the dream ghost's ability is related to light?
Gao Ming waved to the driver and signaled the driver to start the bus, slowly following Jingtuo God.
Compared with Gao Ming, God Jing Tuo's expression was much more solemn. He looked at the black mist in front of him that was slowly moving towards the vast sea, and slowly tightened his fingers holding the solitary lamp.
"No one is allowed to leave the area illuminated by the light, gather around me, and prepare to enter the black fog!"
The crowd moved slowly, the straight road seemed to become twisted and curved, and the trees on both sides were shaking slightly.
A gust of night wind blew, and the mist covered the bodies of Jingtuo God and Wanjie, like a gauze floating over Gao Ming's shoulders, and moved backward along the sides of the bus.
"There doesn't seem to be anything unusual." The moment they entered the black fog, the pupils of Lord Jingtuo and Gao Ming began to shrink, and the "ghost patterns" on their bodies began to actively hide. As for other security personnel, they did not notice the danger. The black mist looks just like ordinary mist, and it doesn't look like the legendary mist that can sweep away people's souls.
The security guard pushing the car with Wanjie couldn't help but look back. A few meters away was a place not shrouded in black fog. If he wanted to go back now, he seemed to be able to do so at any time.
"Don't look back, follow the light." Lord Jingtuo kept his pace, walking neither too fast nor too slowly. He had already memorized the surrounding map in his mind, and the locations of all buildings were clear, even a little thicker. He was impressed by the tall trees and larger advertising signs.
The bus slowly followed Gao Ming. The passengers in the bus were as quiet as dead people. Some security personnel looked curiously into the bus. They could only see the lowered heads.
The surrounding light is weakening, and there is nothing wrong with the items that can be seen. The interior of this black mist is more ordinary than the vast sea.
No one dared to let down their guard. They walked about three hundred meters when Wan Jie suddenly turned his head and glanced behind him.
Upon noticing his strange movement, Lord Jingtuo immediately stopped, and all other security personnel also looked behind them. The thick black fog had completely obscured everything, leaving behind them only the road that appeared and disappeared in the fog.
"What did you see?" Lord Jingtuo stared at Wanjie: "Don't let me use medicine on you just after entering the black mist."
"It's nothing, I just took a casual look. You are too nervous." Wan Jie's body was fixed on the trolley, and his body below the neck was covered by special cloth.
"If you can't find the information recorder No. 0003, the team members who trust you the most will become the oil in the next lamp." Lord Jingtuo did not believe what Wan Jie said.
"I'm suspicious every day. I really don't know why the General Administration pushed you to the front? Are you also a victim?" Wan Jie said something: "When we were young, we had to fight for everything, but we didn't expect that both of us would It’s a victim.”
The lamp swayed, and Wanjie's gaze suddenly deviated from Jingtuo God and looked straight ahead; "Someone is waiting for you, hurry up and go. Aren't you in a hurry to go to Xiao'an Town?"
Lord Jingtuo suddenly turned around. He and the security personnel around him saw a waving figure in the mist not far away.
The few of them did not act rashly, nor did they follow each other. Instead, they followed the map in their minds and approached Xiao'an Town little by little.
A few people walked for almost half an hour on a road of more than a thousand meters until the second platform appeared in front of them - Xiao'an Station.
"We are not disoriented. The lamp reflects the road. We should be able to take the recorder back." The security guard who pushed Wan Jie gained confidence. He did not find that the lamp was a little darker than when he first entered the black fog.
"My people will stay here." Gao Ming knocked on the door gently. The bus stopped at Xiao'an Station. Some passengers wearing masks began to get off. They carried various items and placed some incomplete clay sculptures. Around the station, another restored shrine was taken out and placed in the center.
Several people bowed to the shrine, then took out photos of portraits and put them in it, lighting them on fire.
Flames flickered in the shrines and the station transformed into a small encampment.
"Stay here and make sure not to let the flames go out." Gao Ming evacuated the old city in order to deal with the black fog. He also exchanged all the useful things on the backwater forum.
Everyone who came with him this time was also carefully selected. Gao Ming had seen the future of each of them in his past death.
"Don't you need me to come with you?" A masked man who was lighting a fire whispered.
Before Gao Ming could answer, the Jingtuo God in the distance suddenly raised his head. He vaguely felt that the masked man's voice was a bit familiar. Even though the other person used a falsetto, the more it sounded like this, the more suspicious he became.
"No, I have other classmates here." Gao Ming glanced at the passengers wearing bright red clothes, and without urging them to get off the bus, he turned around and walked towards Lord Jingtuo.
"Have the arrangements been made?" Lord Jingtuo glanced up and down at Gao Ming: "Are you the only one coming in with us? Where are the other passengers in the car?"
"They are the escape route I left for myself." Gao Ming grabbed the cart and looked at Wan Jie with a slight smile.
(End of chapter)