The black fog continued to spread, and Zhong Mu stood in it, not daring to move. He listened to the screams that kept ringing out and the footsteps that were wandering through the town, his fists clenched tightly.
The black mist swept away the players from the town and turned them into monsters, sending them back to the town. The black mist is now controlling these monsters to harm the people in the town. Even if the dungeon players don't attack the people in the town, the black mist will help them attack the players in the town.
The town is already in a bad state. It has lost Boss Ye and a portion of its main force has turned into monsters. Now it is threatened by the arrival of dungeon players. The town cannot afford to lose any more people, otherwise their home, which they have worked so hard to maintain for so long, will fall apart.
We need to do something quickly... to stop the people in the town from killing each other.
Zhong Mu stood there nervously, his mind racing. As if he had just thought of something, he suddenly looked down at the little wooden figure on the ground.
If he remembers correctly, those who attack him are turned into little wooden figures by him, but can be restored after receiving his forgiveness, then...
Zhong Mu immediately bent down and picked up the small wooden figure from the ground, then strode out, feeling the indistinct black mist.
He didn't care that the sounds he made would affect the monsters' attacks on him, nor did he care whether the black mist would take him away. He just wanted to stop those who had mutated into monsters from killing more of their companions.
"I'm here! Everyone! I'm in the town square! Come and kill me if you want! Come and kill me!" Zhong Mu took out his flashlight and scanned the thick black fog. Based on his familiarity with the town's layout, he walked towards the town square, shouting loudly as he went, attracting many of the town's monsters that were moving around in the black fog looking for prey.
The footsteps that had been wandering around him immediately drew closer to him because of his voice.
At the same time, Zhong Mu also heard a crackling sound coming from within the black mist, as small wooden figures from the Twisted Group rolled out of the black mist and onto the ground.
It seemed that the things emanating murderous intent from the black mist were also being turned into wood and falling down invisibly. The black mist couldn't harm him, nor could the players who had mutated into monsters.
Zhong Mu's heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, eased a little. He was really afraid that he would be taken away by the black mist before he could attract more people, and that would mean the players in the town would continue to be harmed.
Seeing that the black mist's attack was also within the protection range of Mu He's heart, he immediately felt confident. He kept shouting around the town to attract the mutated players, walking in the darkness, collecting the footsteps of those wandering around, constantly approaching them, attracting them to attack him, and then turning them into small pieces of wood that could not attack people.
Using oneself as bait and the passive ability of Muhe's heart as a weapon is better than letting those controlled, mutated players harm more people.
Throughout the entire journey, Zhong Mu's heart was pounding. At first, he was nervous because he was worried that his ideas might not hold true. Then he was nervous because he saw countless familiar faces twisting and rushing towards him. Finally, he was nervous because he walked all over the town and saw many of his companions lying injured on the roadside after being attacked.
Those who make a sound will be attacked by the black mist, and those who stand still will be targeted by the mutated players. They can do nothing but pray and wait to die in the darkness.
The bell's sound, resounding throughout the town, was exceptionally loud and clear, repeatedly drawing in the mutated players. It circled the town, moving towards each dangerous player, gathering all the dangers around itself, and then eliminating them all at once.
The sudden crisis that struck the town caught many veteran players off guard, leaving them helpless.
The person you've trusted for years, who was helping you one second, suddenly attacks you in the dark fog the next.
They were in a panic and could only wait for the dark fog to pass before they could recover.
This black fog lasted for a long time, as if it wanted to wipe out the town. Zhong Mu stood alone in the dark square, howling and attracting those strange players to his side.
He didn't know how much time had passed; his voice had become hoarse, and the number of strange players approaching him gradually decreased until they disappeared completely.
Zhong Mu breathed a sigh of relief, as did the players throughout the town who heard his voice grow softer.
Taking advantage of Xiu's absence, the black mist launched an attack on the town. If Zhong Mu hadn't reacted quickly, who knows what would have happened to the town now.
Finally, as if realizing that this operation could not bring about further bloodshed, the black mist slowly receded.
The sky over the town, which had been shrouded in darkness, slowly regained its brightness, and many people's faces once again showed signs of relief.
Zhong Mu let out a long sigh, lowered his head and clutched his chest. He didn't know if it was because he had been nervous for too long, but even now that the black mist had dissipated, he still felt his heart tighten. It seemed that this emotion did not belong to him, but came from the other end of the connection.
Is the doctor worried about him because of his overly excited and agitated emotions?
Zhong Mu took a deep breath, not caring about anything else for the time being, and quickly bent down to collect the wooden figures on the ground.
Although these are the biggest weapons in this crisis, they were all former companions of the town, and being controlled to kill was not their will.
If the black fog's influence on them cannot be controlled now, the only option is to collect it all to ensure that they won't be in such danger the next time the black fog arrives.
"Zhong Mu! Are you alright?" A group of players from the town ran over to help clean up the mess and check on Zhong Mu.
The players who had experienced this instance looked at the town players with even more disgust, because the ones who killed people in the fog were the returned mutant players, who were part of the town, and their trust in the town players had completely disappeared.
Watching those people leave with furrowed brows, Zhong Mu felt a little worried, wondering what they might be plotting behind the scenes.
"Team leader, please help me put everyone away. If these wooden figures get hurt, the damage will be directly reported to the person in question, so please don't let anything happen to them." Zhong Mu carefully gathered and tidied up the little wooden figures, and earnestly instructed them, "These are also our companions. We'll consider their fate after the town has settled down. Let's make sure no one gets hurt."
"Yes, I understand, that's what everyone thinks." The group leaders in various locations in the town all nodded in agreement.
Even though many people in the town were injured this time, no one died. It is unknown whether it was because the mutants subconsciously showed mercy to their companions or something else. The town suffered a minor injury, but it still managed to keep going.
Let's reorganize and prepare for the next wave of black fog.
"Regarding the dungeon players..." Zhong Mu turned to look around, then leaned closer to them and said, "I still need to go over there in disguise to check the situation. I suspect that after this, their resistance will become even more intense, and even if Brother Xiu comes back later, he might not be able to suppress them."
Players in dungeons can no longer tolerate this situation of being suppressed and helplessly waiting to die.
With no progress in the instance, being suppressed by the town players, and threatened by the mutated monsters, they are exhausted both physically and mentally, and will definitely rise up in rebellion. In the short term, they will only suffer mutual losses with the town players.
The team leader nodded, "Be careful."
"in addition..."
The team leader whispered a few words in his ear, "Don't take too many risks. Although our town is somewhat dangerous, we still have a trump card."
"You must remember, none of us are waiting to die or slacking off. We are just preparing for war, stalling for a month until our leader wakes up."
"No one will abandon this town and let them do whatever they want with it."