After getting the weapons, the faces of Wei Jun and others calmed down a little, but they were still very scared inside.
Faced with this formless monster that could appear from any corner at any time, these ordinary people really didn't have much confidence.
The encounter just now allowed them to see how terrifying the ghost tribe is. Even if this guy is injured, he can still bring people a kind of overwhelming pressure.
Liao Fan didn't care about the expressions of these people. He held the bone knife in his right hand and the burning flask in his left hand, looking around sternly.
With the temperament and nature of the ghost tribe, if he had just suffered such a big loss at his own hands, he would definitely wait for an opportunity to retaliate.
Although it temporarily hid itself, it was only to save its physical strength. After it absorbed enough blood and recovered its physical strength, it would inevitably attack again.
Sure enough, this idea was quickly verified.
Bah!
A stream of black air suddenly poked out from the corner of the wall and stretched strangely toward the back of a survivor.
Liao Fan threw the flask out, and a flash of flame illuminated the dark corridor.
The gray-black mist was less than half a meter away from the man's back.
"roll!"
The burning flask was impartial, drawing a parabola in the air and falling to the floor behind the man with great accuracy, and then a bolt of sword light pierced along the wall.
With a dull loud noise, the wall shattered, and the strange black mist was forced back.
"Mom, what the hell?"
It was only then that the young man who was almost attacked by the ghost tribe reacted and jumped up with a cry of surprise.
"Be careful. After this guy is injured, he needs to absorb more blood from living people to speed up his recovery. He will attack you soon."
Liao Fan responded indifferently and quickly sheathed the knife. When he turned around, he saw more thick fog coming out of a corner of the corridor.
There was dense white mist, mixed with countless cold air currents. Deep in the air current, several strange dark shadows were swinging back and forth in the sight.
"What's going on? The number of those black shadows seems to have increased!"
Everyone was frightened and exclaimed again, and huddled together instinctively.
Liao Fan said in a deep voice, "It's just some deception. There is only one true body of the ghost tribe, and those gray airflows are the effect caused by the splitting of the air."
Even so, people still trembled with fear when looking at those gray figures swinging in the thick fog.
Finally, a man with a pockmarked face couldn't bear the fear in his heart. He suddenly dropped what he was holding and started running back with a strange scream.
"Damn it, I don't want to play anymore. Damn it, love whoever you want. I want to leave here and no one can stop me!"
"Don't run around!"
Liao Fan's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly signaled to Wei Jun to drag him back.
Those black shadows wandering in the thick fog are just a cover-up deliberately created by the ghost tribe and aliens to increase people's psychological pressure, and they cannot constitute substantial harm at all.
The real body is still hiding nearby. Once someone escapes alone, he will inevitably become a target.
Sure enough, as soon as the pockmarked man ran not far away, the thick fog around him began to move strangely.
In the thick fog, a large dark claw came silently, hooked his neck and jerked him deep into the corridor.
"ah!"
The pockmarked man only had time to let out a loud roar before he immediately lost his balance and fell hard to the ground.
At the same time, the dark claws tightened around his neck and dragged him wildly deep into the thick fog.
"Chen Bing, hold on!"
Wei Jun's expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously rushed forward, hugging the pockmarked man's legs tightly, trying to pull him back.
However, the aliens from the ghost tribe were very strong, and it was effortless to pull two adults at the same time. Wei Jun not only failed to pull them back, but he himself was also dragged into the thick fog.
"Let go!"
Liao Fan let out a low shout, and without thinking, he threw another flask and hit the pockmarked man hard.
boom!
The bottle exploded, splattering a large amount of gasoline, and a stream of open flames rose up crazily, directly covering the pockmarked man's body, completely setting him on fire.
"ah!"
The high temperature released by the flames made the pockmarked man extremely painful and let out even more miserable screams.
At the same time, the dark black claw was also affected by the flames. It quickly let go of the target and hid directly in the depths of the thick fog.
By the time Liao Fan followed him, the aura of the ghost tribe had disappeared again, leaving only the pockmarked man whose body was swept by flames, lying on the ground rolling crazily, letting out bursts of miserable screams.
Although the alien from the ghost tribe had left, he himself was also ignited by the incendiary flask, and the high-temperature flames burned his body, making the pockmarked man miserable, and his screams became louder and louder.
"What are you doing? Why burn him with fire!"
Wei Jun also jumped up at this time, looked at the pockmarked man who was covered in flames, his face was full of horror, and he hurriedly yelled at Liao Fan.
Liao Fan looked at the figure struggling in the flames and screaming in agony, and said calmly, "This is the only way to prevent him from being eaten by the ghost tribe."
"But what's the difference between doing this and killing him?" Wei Jun almost laughed angrily.
In order to prevent the ghost clan from attacking the pockmarked man, they directly threw the flask on the pockmarked man. Is there such a way to save people?
Liao Fan said coldly, "I have no intention of saving him at all. I just want to prevent this guy from falling into the hands of the ghost tribe."
The energy of the ghost tribe comes from the blood of its prey. The more blood it absorbs, the faster this guy can recover from his injuries.
So, after discovering that the pockmarked man fell into the hands of the monster, Liao Fan made a prompt decision and used a flask to set the pockmarked man on fire. Although this could not save the pockmarked man, it could at least ensure that his blood would not become the monster's energy source.
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"What you did went too far. You just took human life as a child's play."
Hearing this, Wei Jun and several other survivors showed angry expressions and rebuked Liao Fan for his cold blood.
Liao Fan laughed and said, "In the end of the world, the most worthless thing is human life. I just reminded you not to run around, but this guy didn't listen at all. I can only say that he deserves this end."
As soon as he finished speaking, a very harsh sound sounded from the side of the corridor,
"Haha, I think you have no humanity at all. You treat the same kind of people in such a cruel way. What's the difference between you and that monster!"
Um?
The sound that came and went suddenly caught Liao Fan's attention. He quickly turned his eyes around, but he couldn't find the person who just spoke.
Although no one could be found to speak, these words clearly aroused everyone's dissatisfaction.
Wei Jun immediately said, "That's right! Liao Fan, although you are very capable, you cannot treat us in such a cold-blooded way."
Several people following Wei Jun also said, "Well, I thought you would protect everyone. Who knew you were so cold-blooded? If we had known, we wouldn't have followed you upstairs!"
There is no doubt that the dissatisfaction of these people has been instigated to a critical point, and almost everyone is reprimanding Liao Fan for his cold-blooded actions.
Sensing the changes in everyone's emotions, Liao Fan's eyesight sank slightly, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh,
"This guy is really not simple, he actually plays psychological warfare!"