A group of figures rushed out of the thick fog, entered within five meters of visibility, and swarmed towards the crowd like a swarm of ants.

"Don't do anything, they are ordinary citizens." Huayu in a white dress said loudly.

Immediately, she squatted down and pressed her palms on the ground. The stone bricks of the square cracked and cracked one after another. Ivy vines broke out of the stone and grew rapidly.

They are like tentacles, entangled the violent citizens with claws and claws, and tied them up.

Huayu stood up and said, "Let's go!"

Moving on, everyone quickly passed through the square and entered the museum.

The dense fog here is even thicker, and the visibility has dropped to three meters. If the people in front walk a little faster, there will be only a silhouette left.

The lights in the museum are bright, but the light cannot penetrate the dense fog. Instead, it is constantly refracted by these dust-like particles, making the gray-white fog appear very bright.

"It smells like blood!"

Natsuki Zhilian at the front frowned.

A group of people followed the smell and walked through the lobby. At the door of the showroom, they saw stumps and broken arms all over the floor. None of the corpses were intact, or their heads were chopped off, or their organs and intestines were spilled all over the floor. Blood dried on the smooth marble slab.

"Yunmeng!!"

Xia Shuzhilian saw a familiar face in the mutilated body.

Her complexion changed drastically, and she stepped forward quickly.

Zhang Yuanqing followed the sound and saw the cold and beautiful female instructor holding a female head, her face was distorted, her eyes were wide open, and she seemed to have encountered something terrible before she died, and the expression of fear was always frozen on her face.

She is Yunmeng? The lost saint died like this? ! Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank, and he asked in a low voice:

"Are these people colleagues from the Hangzhou branch?"

The taciturn "Great Virtue" nodded, his face full of grief:

"All sacrificed."

All the sacrifices made Zhang Yuanqing's alarm bells ringing in his heart.

Guan Ya walked to Deacon Yunmeng's body, looked at it carefully, and calmly analyzed:

"Everyone was beheaded by a sharp weapon, and they were swift, but except for Deacon Yunmeng, the expressions of the others were very calm, which shows that they fell into some kind of hallucination before they died, maybe they were bewitched.

"Deacon Yunmeng reacted before she died, but it was too late and she didn't survive. Deacon Xia Shu, what level is she?"

Xia Shu put down his friend's head and took a deep breath:

"Level 4, 80% experience points."

Guan Ya immediately said:

"Then, the enemy's combat power is at least level 5, and the experience value is 50%."

Xia Shu shook his head:

"Yunmeng is the God of Plague. She has the passive ability of ignoring physical attacks, but she is still powerless to resist. The enemy's combat power should be at level five, and the experience value should be more than 90%. It is infinitely close to level six, or even six. class.

"Everyone, the mission is more dangerous than we expected." JrNovels.com