Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 337 327. The fog is coming

Two o'clock in the morning.

The room full of easels at No. 120 Hubin Road is still brightly lit.

The long-lost inspiration was like lightning splitting open the chaos in David Drayton's mind. His right hand, stained with paint, quickly sketched a doomsday picture of white fog, glacial lakes, and lightning on the drawing board.

But suddenly a snowflake floated to his neck, and he was so excited that he put down his brush and looked out the window.

Snow began to fall outside unknowingly, and the snowflakes danced like elves, covering the glacial lake, the trees on the shore, the grass, and the houses.

And just behind the curtain of snowflakes, a cloud of fog drifted over the frozen lake.

David leaned closer to the window and looked out. The mist was pure white and bright, stretching across both sides of the long lake for several miles. It was at least a hundred meters high from the ice, blocking the starlight in the sky and swallowing up the trees, piers, and docks along the coast. With the momentum of thousands of troops, they swept towards home.

It was like a slow-moving tsunami, far larger than the one seen just over a month ago.

"What the hell is this?" David seemed to be watching super special effects in some kind of science fiction movie, oh no, it should be a horror movie.

Human beings' fear of the unknown created an illusion in his mind - there was something terrible hidden in the fog that would hurt him and his family, and something bad was going to happen.

At the same time, David's ears heard yesterday's stern warning from Kenny Fantasy, who claimed to be a reporter - the fog killer, who will come to harm children when the fog comes.

Must leave! Escape the fog!

David ran out of the studio and up the stairs, shouting frantically,

"Stephen! Billy! Get up, we're leaving right now!"

He rushed into his son's room, rolled up his son in quilt, and held him in his arms.

The wife ran out with her coat on and rubbed her swollen eyes, "Don't keep your voice down at night, Billy has to go to school tomorrow."

"Look out the window!"

"God, it's such a thick fog. Is this a biochemical poison gas leak?" Stephane took her husband's arm with a pale face, her slender body kept shaking, "David, I'm a little scared, go to the basement to hide. Bar."

"The basement is useless. Put on your clothes and take the car keys. Let's go to the town!" David ran out the door with his family, entered the yard in less than half a minute, and started the car neatly.

While the car was accelerating, he turned to look behind him. The fog calmly swallowed up the dock of his neighbor, lawyer Norton's house, and then pressed toward the house in a white mass.

In the blink of an eye, he couldn't even see the windows of Norton's house. The whole house became as dark and dead as a tomb at night, without any life.

It’s not just the Nortons.

Throughout Hubin Road, hundreds of households were unconsciously swallowed up by the fog in their sleep late at night. The lights on the scattered buildings turned gray as the fog approached.

Rumbling--

The car sped away.

The white fog that blocked the sky followed closely behind, like a group of anteaters chasing ants, crushing across the lake shore and marching along the land towards the undulating buildings in the center of the town.

……

Thousands of miles away, Hawkins.

Dean, who was lying on the bed thinking about his infiltration plan, suddenly heard a clear and childish spiritual message in his heart.

"Here it comes... buzz... the white fog... is much bigger than last time... the lake is covered with fog!"

"Help me...find Martha."

The fog appeared again so soon. Could it be that an accident occurred at the Shiling Town military base?

Dean suddenly sat up from the bed, opened a space node in front of him and got in.

roaming.

The next second, Dean was immersed in the cold water of Long Lake. The lake monster beside him moved the lake water with its four webbed feet and colorful tail. He stretched his neck and looked up at the ice above his head.

Waves of white air waves swept over the lake like a blizzard, making the ice buzz and vibrate. There were faint shadows like giant kites floating forward with the rushing fog.

The mist above the ice, the long lake below.

There are two distinct worlds, violent and calm.

Dean glanced into the fog, and his temples stung like pins and needles - there was a huge threat in the fog.

"Lan Lan, can you feel Martha's position?"

Dean himself failed to search for Martha through the dark field of his mind.

The lake monster nodded, "After entering the fog, as long as I can get close to the monster that took away Martha's soul, I can feel her."

"It's too dangerous inside. You can't go in directly. What you do is you summon the waterman to search for Martha on the ice. Once you sense her presence, contact me immediately and I will help you save her. Remember, you must not enter. Mist.”

"Remember, I'll give it a try." The lake monster nodded, and the water around him undulated softly, condensing into ten petite humanoid creatures with lifelike faces. They melted into the ice, immediately got into the fog, and disappeared. not see.

The lake monster's blue eyes looked at Dean with a hint of pleading, "Where are you going? Why don't you stay with me?"

"I have to find the other two companions first. I'll come back as soon as I find them." After Dean finished transmitting the message in his mind, he patted the lake monster's round head and opened a space node in front of him.

He wandered down to the next node leading to Sean.

The sky and the earth change color.

Dean felt a burst of cold gas soak into his skin, and in a blink of an eye he realized that he had entered the fog.

When he was in it, he realized that the white mist was completely different from the mist caused by morning dew in the forest. There were trillions of tiny plankton living in the mist. Their needle-covered mouths opened and closed slightly, like spider webs spitting out. Like a spider, it continuously sprays out wisps of milky white gas, which together weave this boundless white mist.

Dean's body shook, and beams of platinum light of life burst out of his body, evaporating the moisture in the lake in a zigzag shape, and annihilating countless flying insects that approached him into ashes.

He looked intently into the fog. The strange and powerful energy field distributed in the fog blocked his perception. His perspective was compressed to a range of ten meters around him. If he walked a little faster, he would lose his sense of direction.

The naked eye, which could originally see through one kilometer at night, had a sharp decline in acuity. Even the red hollow brick wall to his right looked pink.

To the left, a muscular figure emerged from the white.

"Kenny? You're finally here." Sean's nervous and excited face came closer, and his voice was mostly weakened by the fog, making it sound like it was coming from much further away than it actually was, "I'm in Harrison Town. Not long after searching, I found white mist pouring out of dozens of black pipes by the lake. I realized something was wrong and went to Qiaopier Antique Shop to wait for you. But as soon as I got to Qiaopier Town, the fog had already covered most of the town. ."

"As long as you're not injured." Dean volleyed, took out a dark gold spear made of his own bones from the space, added armor made of his own skin and handed it to Sean, "Put on the body armor, let's first Find Carmody and ensure her personal safety..."

If Carmody is killed by Bai Wu, the incident may not be completed, and the Serent Rune that is about to be obtained will also be ruined.

"Can you tell the direction?" Sean put on the leather armor resolutely, and the tough and cold touch reassured him, and his panic disappeared. "I seem to be lost."

Dean's black area of ​​​​mind was also affected by the fog and failed, unable to sense Carmody's position.

"But walk slowly along the back of this house, close to every building along the way, and you will most likely find an antique shop." He moved forward and approached a wall, which was also the entrance to a certain store. There was a sign at the entrance. It says No. 205, Shopping Street.

The owner of this small shop, a bald man, closed the doors and windows tightly before going to bed. He also used a fire baffle to isolate the fireplace and chimney. The fog did not invade the interior of the house. He was still sleeping soundly in the bedroom behind the shop.

In the cold winter, there are many such lucky people.

"Wait, No. 205 Shopping Street?" Sean suddenly gritted his teeth, "Man, this place is not far from Lucia's house at No. 260. Why don't you go and see her on the right? She is alone with Wanda and Victor. Two little children may be in danger." Dean glanced at him calmly, "Are you an alien and you want to be a good person so much? Can you save all the townspeople in the mist?"

"No." Sean said sincerely, "I just want to do my best to save the people I know."

"Are you willing to risk your life even if you have to?"

Sean thought for a while and nodded resolutely, "I just want to retain some humanity before entering Midian. I don't want to become a cruel and cold 'beast'."

Dean fell into silence, a little unsure whether this disaster had anything to do with him...

After hesitating for a moment, he recalled the shallows and threw a dagger over.

"Follow this direction, go to the antique store and keep an eye on Mrs. Carmody, try to protect her as carefully as possible, and be more careful yourself."

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm a piece of broken metal, and if I bite it, I'll grind my teeth. The monsters aren't interested at all, right?" Qiantan rolled up his dagger and slowly flew toward the thick fog behind the house.

Dean pressed against the wall and headed to the right towards Lucia's house.

Sean gratefully followed him less than two meters behind him, pointing the tip of his spear to the right, looking around alertly, his beast-like vertical pupils flashing with a faint yellow light, allowing him to stand in the foggy night with extremely low visibility. , there is also a certain field of vision.

Just to the right of the villa, a Chevrolet emerged from the fog like a ghost ship, and another trash can stood quietly next to it, like the god of death who greeted the dead.

This world was as silent as a dark forest, and they were the only ones moving forward silently in the turbulent mist.

Loneliness, loneliness, the fear brought about by darkness and the unknown kept poking at their backs like cold tentacles.

They walked in silence for five minutes.

Dean's temples suddenly jumped and he stopped.

Sean then held his breath, arched his back and bent his knees in a fighting posture, with bloodshot eyes like sandworms appearing in his round pupils.

The next second there was a low gurgling sound in the mist.

A flash of angry red like a boiled lobster swept across a thick pine tree at the intersection ahead.

Something sharp immediately tore the tree trunk in half, snow and pine needles fell to the ground, and a huge black figure stepped over the remaining half of the wooden pile and walked into Dean's sight.

It is two stories tall and looks like a combination of a lobster and a spider. It is covered with a thick, downy red carapace. A pair of eye-catching large pincers under its abdomen strike the air with a cold light. Six of them The cone-like legs at the top support its long, multi-linked, scorpion-like body.

It dragged across the ground, plowing a row of cracks that looked like the surface of tires.

At the same time, the eight black eyes on the pointed shrimp head squirmed like a bunch of sea grapes, and the chewing device composed of large and small jaws below chewed half of the human corpse. A very young woman, with round eyes and a pale face Covered in blood, it was obvious that he had suffered tremendous torture before his death.

Dean's face darkened, and a flash of white light flashed in his eyes.

Under the perspective of life, the light of life of this large "spider lobster" appearing in the fog is not the white of earthly creatures, nor the black of the upside-down world, nor the red of Leviathan hell.

It was a strange charcoal gray color, making it look like it had rolled half a circle in a pile of freshly burned charcoal.

The intensity is approximately level 4.

There are no similar species to hunt.

Dean turned around and made a quiet gesture to the nervous Sean, and then like a leopard on the hunt, he bent down and bent his knees to gain momentum, and his bulging muscles like rocks held up his clothes.

He twisted his right wrist and pulled out the sharp fang knife from the void.

Holding the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, the blade is pointed at the large lobster dragging on the ground.

The shadow behind opened up its territory, instantly weakening 20% ​​of the lobster's attributes and slowing its progress.

The next moment, time seemed to stand still.

Sean, who was unable to breathe at the back, felt his eyes blurred as a gust of wind passed over his cheeks, and a section of short hair on his forehead was cut into two pieces by the sudden airflow.

Two sunken footprints were revealed on the ground ahead, and a straight sword flashed through the mist, as brilliant as a fleeting meteor.

Cutting through the air, it sliced ​​open the connection between the tip of the big lobster and its multi-linked body very smoothly.

The huge monster split into two parts as gray blood splashed out like a fountain.

The cut between the head and body is as smooth as a mirror.

Before the two halves of the stubbornly squirming body fell to the ground, they were lifted into the air by the invisible force of thought.

The carapace of the whole body was peeled off and divided into dozens of sections, and part of the blood, flesh and brain fluid automatically flew into the test tube.

The remaining dozens of huge pieces of white shrimp meat were frozen into lumps of ice and completely inactivated.

Gulu.

Sean swallowed.

Less than a second.

This two-story monster, which was enough to crush him, was killed effortlessly by Kenny, just like a real lobster cut into eight pieces by a skilled chef.

Who is the monster?

Dean gently shook off the gray blood on the blade and put away the various samples.

A reminder flashed before my eyes.

“你击杀了蜘蛛龙虾？熟练度+5，格斗lv5(552→557/700)。”

"Shadow has absorbed the soul essence, Shadow lv5 (0→5/700)."

"A level 4 creature only has so much proficiency and soul essence?"

Dean was slightly disappointed. This lobster monster was slightly stronger than the average level 4. In addition to its hard shell, it also had a gray energy field to protect its body.

Ordinary explosions, flames, and firearms cannot cause any harm to it.

It was crushed under Dean's nearly 300-ton force.

"The fog is a danger to others, but it is an opportunity to me. As long as there are no fatal omens, I can kill them all. Continue to hunt more monsters and try to improve my fighting skills this time."

He turned around and threw a round shrimp shell at the stunned Sean as a shield.

On the spot, Sean transformed into a fully armed warrior wearing leather armor, holding a spear in his left hand and a shield in his right hand. He followed Dean and continued forward into the fog.

Less than half a minute.

This world has returned to deathly silence.

A cluster of ten-meter-long tentacles covered with jagged suckers stretched out from the gray sky. They wrapped around the frozen corpses on the ground and retracted into the thick fog.

(End of this chapter)