Endless Winter: My Camp Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 57 Intermediate?
Xia Hong had experienced the hardness of the Jinlin tree.

Although it is harder than the red frost tree, it is still not enough to withstand the tremendous force of over ten thousand pounds at the Digging Realm.

What's more, this wooden house is not made of a whole tree, and it is not covered with a layer of frozen crystals like the golden trees on Redwood Ridge.

Luo Ming has broken through the Digging Realm for many years, so his strength must be more than ten thousand pounds.

So with this cut of his sword, the wooden door should have broken.

But what actually happened surprised Xia Hong, Shang Ping and the others.

With a click, Luo Ming's knife did cut through the wooden door, leaving a half-meter-long crack, but it was just a crack.

"how is this possible?"

Even Luo Ming himself couldn't believe it and asked back subconsciously.

But before anyone could react, the entire wooden house began to shake violently.

It was as if Luo Ming's knife had injured it. After a violent tremor, the original crack actually healed slowly as the surrounding wood continued to move inward.

While the gap was healing, Xia Hong accidentally glanced at the situation outside. His pupils suddenly froze, and he immediately shouted to Yuan Cheng and others outside:

"Look behind us, those four wooden houses have also come alive, be careful!"

Not only the wooden house where they were trapped, but also the four wooden houses that had obviously collapsed as soon as they entered the camp were slowly gathering together and standing up. Apparently, like the one they were in, they had also been transformed by the wooden puppet to become movable.

The gap in the wooden house was completely healed, and Xia Hong could no longer see the situation outside, and he became more and more anxious.

Luo Ming also noticed the situation outside. There were more than 20 loggers still outside their camp, and they were more anxious than Xia Hong.

The previous blow failed to split the wooden door, so he quickly drew back the sword and chopped it five or six more times. However, no matter how many gaps he made, the wooden door healed itself at an extremely fast speed, just like before.

They couldn't get out at all.

At this moment, the fifteen rooms that had originally had their doors closed suddenly erupted with a roar and a large group of people rushed out.

No, to be precise, it was part rush and part crawl...

"Father, my neck is about to break, please save me, save me."

"Chief, please save my son, his lower body has been cut off."

"Bai He, Bai He, are you back? My two eyes have been taken out and my legs have been cut off. Go and see my son, he is still alive."

“Wuwuwuwu, father, save me, my head is split open, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, father, save me…”

………………

If we just entered the camp, the scene outside could be described as a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

So at this moment, the scene before our eyes is the real Nine Netherworld Purgatory.

Five or six hundred people, all rushed towards them madly.

These people rushed forward while calling for help.

Less than half of the people were running in the front. Although their faces showed extreme fear, they were at least physically healthy, and some of them even had weapons in their hands.

And the vast majority of people hanging behind them were crawling on the ground.

These people, without exception, were all missing limbs, some were missing both arms, some were missing limbs, some were missing half of their bodies, some even had half of their heads chopped off, and some were left with only their heads and upper bodies, struggling to crawl on the ground...

The wooden house, which had been normal just now, was suddenly filled with a foul smell and the ground was flooded with blood as these people rushed or crawled out of the room.

That wooden puppet could actually control five or six hundred people in these small rooms. Not only could it prevent any noise from coming out, it could even block out any smell.

Although Xia Hong was shocked by the shocking scene before him, he quickly realized that the wooden puppet's methods were becoming more and more powerful.

Could it be that he has been promoted to intermediate level?

If this is true, then I'm afraid none of them will survive today!
Xia Hong pulled his thoughts back and saw Luo Ming and the other three rushing over to meet the people running out of the room. He suddenly grabbed him and shouted to Shang Ping and the other two, "Don't go over there. We may not know if they are human or not!"

"What should we do then? Should we just sit back and do nothing?"

Although Luo Ming was pulled back and did not move forward, he roared angrily and his emotions were out of control.

Not only Luo Ming, but Shang Ping and the other two were also like this.

Because the people who rushed out and crawled out of the room were their companions and relatives who they lived with day and night, including their wives, children, and even parents.

How can they stay calm?

Xia Hong could naturally understand the four people, and did not say much. He just quickly took out a piece of fire-condensing oil from his arms, and then smeared it on himself, the palms and weapons of the four people.

"This is fire-condensing oil. It will ignite if it touches a ghost. You can save them, but be careful. Anyone controlled by a ghost will catch fire if they touch this oil!"

The anxious Luo Ming and the other three had no time to listen to Xia Hong's detailed explanation. They just nodded and immediately rushed forward to meet the relatives who were calling for help.

In fact, there was no need for them to rush forward. When Xia Hong applied the fire-condensing oil to them just now, those people had already rushed over and were less than five or six meters away from them.

"Wu'er, how are you?"

"I'm fine, father, please save mother, she's behind us."

The first person who rushed up and was caught by Shang Ping was his son Shangwu.

Seeing that his son had all his limbs and was still healthy, Shang Ping immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled his son behind him and quickly looked for his wife in the crowd.

Luo Ming also saw his eldest son Luo Yun. Fortunately, like Shangwu, his limbs were still intact. He rushed forward and grabbed his son's hand, trying to lead him away from the crowd behind.

But as soon as he touched Luo Yun's hand, the panic on Luo Yun's face instantly turned into fear and ferocity. Then, he took out a dagger from behind and slashed it towards Luo Ming's neck.

clang…………

Luo Ming was caught off guard and raised his knife to block, but the huge force from the dagger actually forced him back two or three meters.

Although he avoided the fatal blow, when Luo Ming looked at his unfamiliar son, a deep flash of pain and sadness flashed in his eyes.

Both his behavior and strength showed that the man in front of him, wearing his son's skin, was not Luo Yun at all.

This was indeed the case. When Luo Yun missed his attack, a fierce look immediately appeared on his face. He wanted to rush forward again, but after just one step, he suddenly lowered his head to look at his arm and let out a painful roar.

“Oh…oh…ah…”

The voice was hoarse, harsh and unpleasant, definitely not human.

coax…………

A ball of fire suddenly rose from his arm. The flame was extremely overbearing, like an epidemic, and it burned all over his body in an instant.

In just a few breaths, that "Luo Yun" was burned to ashes.

Watching his son's body burn, there was no joy on Luo Ming's face. Instead, the sadness in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Captain Luo, there is no time to be in a daze. Hurry up and separate the real people from the monsters. Maybe that wooden puppet has some other tricks up his sleeve. If we don't hurry up, more people will die later!"

Seeing Luo Yun, who was controlled by the ghost, being burned to death by the fire condensing oil, Xia Hong breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the power of the wooden puppet ghost would become stronger and the fire condensing oil would lose its effect.

Although it was confirmed that the effectiveness of the fire-condensing oil remained the same, Xia Hong was still shocked by the cunning and treachery of the wooden puppet when looking at the hundreds of people in front of him.

Among these hundreds of people, some are real and some are fake.

Is his fire-condensing oil really enough?
It had only been a few days since this wooden puppet suffered the loss of fire-condensing oil in the cave.

They came up with a solution so quickly!

　What luck! One platinum giant god is not enough, another one comes. It's simply explosive!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)