Pan Long’s first thought was “Is it because of the integration of multiple worlds that the enemy and us judgment system went wrong?”

This is not impossible. A hundred decades after the computer was released, hundreds of programmers in large companies have repeatedly debugged programs and bugs from time to time. What's so surprising about the fragments of Shanhai Jing making some minor mistakes when the multi-world is integrated?

But when he thought about it, he felt that it was not a system error.

This world is not a computer program, it is mostly constructed based on the fragments of Shanhai Jing. Since it is based on one's own memory, how could it be wrong to determine the enemy and me?

He doesn't remember which game this happens!

"Enemy and I judgement" is a first-class event for players. Players do things regardless of right or wrong, good or evil, regardless of good or bad, loyalty or treacherous, and only ask whether they are enemies or friends.

If you don’t light up the blood bar, you can say anything. If you light up the blood bar, I’m sorry, no matter whether you are a peerless beauty or a great monk, players will kill you exactly.

The blood bar is the enemy, which is considered a consensus among everyone, and of course he is no exception.

This will not be wrong!

Then there is only one answer - these guides have become his enemies!

Thinking of this, Pan Long's eyes narrowed slightly, and his murderous aura flashed away.

If it were a decent figure with a reputation, he would never have murderous intentions easily. But these guides were just a group of cats and dogs who made him too lazy to even ask about his name. They acted so sneaky, and their positions were hostile - it was thanks to Zion's operators who were still there. Otherwise, he would not even bother to wait for these people to wake up, and just solve them all in one palm!

"Beware of them." He said coldly, "their 'angry' is different from before."

Big Kok looked at him wonderingly and asked, "What does it mean?"

"Now there is no time to explain in detail. As long as you know, they are likely to be no longer our companions, or even... they are no longer themselves."

Pan Long said seriously.

He didn't speak nonsense, but his mind changed drastically after his death. He took some magic potion and completely changed his personality... He watched a lot of such stories back then. He also played many games with this theme.

Even many games have such scenes.

For example, a divine sword that went through hardships to find a divine sword that saved his hometown, but turned into a lich king, killing his companion first and then his father.

That's so famous that many people who don't play games know this character.

Pan Long suspected that the guides were in a similar situation.

So he was even a little worried now.

It is said that "the blackening is three times stronger, and the whitening is seven points weaker." Although these guides were just a group of sluts before, what would happen after the blackening is gone? It is hard to say.

There is nothing wrong with the story of an ordinary person turning into a powerful monster after he turned evil...

Speaking of this, Dajiao and Langil naturally did not dare to leave anymore. They were guarding the guides who were lying in corpses. After thinking about it, they retreated to Pan Long.

If these guys have a great increase in strength after waking up, and the distance is farther away, there is a master next to them, you will always feel more at ease.

And Franka was lying beside her, and they always had to protect their companions.

Dajiao also took out a portable communicator shaped like a mobile phone and contacted three people who were searching for city ruins.

"Don't come back if you have nothing to do... Don't come back if you have something to do. If something happens, it will be even more dangerous here."

"Yes, this is even more dangerous. You can find a place to hide in the ruins and wait until the situation is calm here."

"I'm not kidding. Do you think I'm a joker?"

"Okay, that's it, over!"

Turning off the communicator, he carried the shield he had just recovered, looked at the guides who were still lying like corpses and could not even see the ups and downs on his chest, and couldn't help asking, "Pan, are you sure they are not dead?"

"Sure."

"But why are they motionless?"

Pan Long glanced at him and asked back: "Are you sure you want to see them move?"

Bighorn was speechless, silent for a while, and sighed deeply.

"I have been a mercenary for more than ten years and have joined Zion to engage in psionic disaster response and protection of psionic infected people for eight years. This mission is the weirdest and most dangerous!"

Ranjil smiled: "Then you are far worse than me."

"Yes, you can't compare with brother. You are the oldest in Zion. But brother, have you ever seen this scene?"

"I have encountered more dangerous situations and strange situations than this. What are the bloody sacrificial sacrifices of the evil god sect? What are the areas where the psychic outbreaks are cleared out?... Once, when I woke up in the hospital bed, I was very puzzled that I was still alive." Langil's words revealed the vicissitudes of the old world. "After that time, I felt that people should always do something that will make themselves die to the point of death and comfort themselves, 'I will never live in vain', so I joined Zion - it has been five years in a blink of an eye."

"Brother, do you think they will get up again?"

"As Pan said, I don't want them to get up at all. It would be better for them to just lie there, be honestly sunk into mummies, and be nice to everyone."

Bighorn laughed.

But amid his laughter, the guides who fell to the ground finally moved.

Their arms and legs twisted into strange shapes, as if they had no bones, and their bodies were twisted, as if they had become molluscs, slowly climbing up with all fours.

Their strange movements made the three of them numb their scalp. Ranjil whispered: "I think I should shoot them a few arrows first."

"No!" Big Kok denied his suggestion, "We cannot do it first before they show hostility to us. This is a moral issue!"

"...I regret turning back to justice. Is it still time to re-announce 'I am a mercenary who is unethical'?"

"What do you think?"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

But the guides really didn't attack them. These guys whose bodies were twisted and no one looked like this, but turned to the corpse of the huge octopus and then lay on the ground.

A strange sound came from their mouths, which sounded like "Oh", "Oh", etc. Pan Long was confused and didn't know what it meant.

But Langil's face suddenly changed. Without saying a word, he shot a guide in the head with an arrow.

"Stop them!" he shouted, "they are chanting spells!"

(Recite mantras? Can these guides still recite mantras?)

(No! Shouldn’t this world be a world of magic and martial arts? Even if you want to chant a spell, shouldn’t it be chanting a spell at us and then recognizing a fireball?)

Pan Long was still wondering, and Dajiao had already reacted and shouted: "Hell! They are praying to the evil god!"

He said, strode forward, but because he retreated too far just now, he really didn't have time to rush over and stop him.

However, Langil's bow and arrow were effective. He continued to shoot arrows, and each arrow penetrated a guide's head. In just a few breaths, six or seven guides had already been hit by an arrow.

They were obviously still flesh and blood, and did not gain any foul ability of "ineffective physical attacks". With an arrow, the red and white spurted out, and the person fell to the ground.

Pan Long breathed a sigh of relief, but heard the guys who were shot through the head with an arrow and could not die anymore, and were still chanting the spell "Oh, Oh" in his mouth.

All his hair stood up all of a sudden, and he felt like he was covered in goose bumps.

Can a dead person chant a mantra?!

Dajiao's reaction was much worse than Pan Long, and he screamed, turning from moving forward to retreat.

Although he is a heavy-duty operator, he is doing the job of a meat shield. But a meat shield is also a human being!

Who is so willing to get close to this monster that cannot be killed?

"Damn!" Ranjil cursed and continued to shoot arrows. This time he shot the mouths of the guides.

The sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air sounded one after another, and as the mouths were penetrated by arrows, the "Oh, Oh" sound finally stopped.

Rangier then breathed a sigh of relief and barely smiled.

"It's really dangerous!" he said, "I thought I would meet again this time-"

His words came to an abrupt end, and he swallowed them in the second half, and could not say anything.

For a moment, no one could speak.

The guides emitted a green light, gathering onto the dead giant octopus. Then, a circle of green halos appeared above the giant octopus and floated in the air.

At the same time, its body is also rapidly changing its color, from red to green.

All fools know that this guy is going to "scam the zombie"!

"Is it still time to run now?" Big Kou asked tremblingly.

"What do you think?"

"I think it's probably too late..."

Before he finished speaking, a tentacle suddenly lifted up, emitting a black and green light like rotten seaweed, and sucked it hard.

Pan Long roared angrily and fisted to meet him.

The fist collided with the tentacles, making a deafening sound, like an explosion.

No, in fact, it's really exploded.

The moment when the golden and green light collided was a big explosion. The fist and tentacle collided as a circle, and a circle of radiation with a diameter of more than five meters appeared on the ground.

All the houses in this range collapsed, and a large area of ​​walls were bombarded by the explosion's shock waves into countless metal fragments, flying everywhere. The rustling sound was followed by the sound of collisions of Dangdang, which was so dense that it was like a machine gun fire.

The explosion of shock wave knocked Pan Long back several steps - with his current weight, this is really rare.

Big Kok and Langil were far inferior to him. Before they could hum, they were blown away by the shock wave.

Langil was better. He was slim and had limited shock waves. He fell five or six meters away and landed on the ground. The shield on Dajiao's hand was too big, just like a fan blade of a windmill. He ate a large amount of shock waves. He flew up in a flash, flying higher than a two-story house. He fell at least seventeen or eighteen meters away in one breath, and then got out a long way after landing.

When I was thrown up like this, whether it was the old lizard man or the strong ghost tribe, they vomited blood, and lay on the ground with only breathing left, and couldn't even stand up.
Chapter completed!