Chapter 295: Corpse Disciple
Crossing over had become a problem.
Fang Mu could see that a suspension bridge should have originally been built here, but it had been deliberately destroyed.
It was probably cut by humans who once tried to escape from here in order to block those monsters, but they never expected that they had ultimately underestimated those monsters’ physical abilities; even without the bridge, they could still come over quickly.
In this situation, they could only adopt the method of temporarily building a bridge to get across.
There were a few rock climbing experts in the team; they worked together and soon built a sturdy rope bridge.
Everyone crossed the broken path without danger and continued to explore in the mine tunnel, searching for traces of the Corpse Disciples.
Fang Mu continued to expand his hearing range; he could hear in the depths beneath the mine tunnel, in that dark and damp place, intermittent strange roars lurking like beasts lying in ambush.
They perhaps possessed the same powerful hearing ability as him; when Fang Mu sensed their being, they also heard the footsteps of humans intruding into their habitat territory.
That was the sound of food walking right into the trap; Fang Mu heard the excited calls of that group of barbaric, cruel, and cunning beasts as they began to pursue the source of the sound.
The Mystic Investigators behind him had not yet felt the descent of the crisis, but Fang Mu was constantly tense all over his body, concentrating his spirit.
“Stay alert, I hear them approaching.” Fang Mu reminded everyone; after the previous incident where he discovered the broken path ahead of everyone, they had a whole new understanding of Fang Mu’s superhuman senses.
Hearing Fang Mu’s words, they indeed believed him and immediately went on defense.
“Can you figure out how far they are from us?” An Fang came to Fang Mu’s side, slowly advancing while inquiring.
“Probably one or two hundred meters.” Fang Mu calculated in his mind and responded, “Of course, this mine cave is interconnected everywhere; we can’t rule out that there are no shortcut secret passages here—they could emerge from some dark cave entrance at any time for a sneak attack on us…”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a loud beast roar echoed with reverberation.
Without needing Fang Mu’s amazing hearing, every Mystic Investigator present heard that roar full of desire for eating; everyone was on high alert like facing a formidable enemy.
After advancing about five steps, Fang Mu, who was constantly vigilant, suddenly heard rapid footsteps flashing past deep in the cave entrance on the left front side; his gaze flashed, and sure enough, he glimpsed a black shadow darting by.
“They’re coming!” Fang Mu once again issued a reminder to everyone.
Hearing this, the Mystic Investigators immediately formed a defensive formation to meet the attack and threw illumination sticks around the surroundings.
Roar!
The illumination sticks lit up the surroundings; a Corpse Disciple lurking beside everyone was stung in its vulnerable eyes by the light of the illumination stick and immediately let out a miserable scream, ferociously pouncing toward the people.
With a sharp roar from above everyone, roars followed one after another; in the dark mine cave, bursts of firelight erupted, and dense gunfire soon overwhelmed and suppressed those rampant strange roars.
……
Hmph!
Fang Mu stomped on a Corpse Disciple corpse lying in front of him like venting anger, but unfortunately, he was too skinny and lacked strength; stepping on those tendon-muscled monster corpses only tired himself out.
But it didn’t matter; being able to vent was good enough.
Even though the Mystic Investigators had powerful firepower output and great cooperation, there was ultimately no such thing as absolute perfection; during the battle with the large group of Corpse Disciples, they still exposed some flaws—two people’s firearms firepower failed to keep up in time, and their trained bodies were still like paper, easily torn open with deep gashes by the Corpse Disciples’ claws; one had his heart slashed through and died on the spot, while the other, though not immediately losing his life, was seriously injured.
“Leave me here.” The injured Mystic Investigator said weakly to An Fang; this person knew deep down that he was probably beyond saving too.
“I won’t abandon any living person.” An Fang made her words very clear.
“But I…” That person was full of shame.
“No buts; in a place like this, even someone like you on the verge of death is useful, like as bait.” Fang Mu interrupted the other’s resignation.
Hearing Fang Mu’s words, everyone cast shocked gazes at him.
This guy really has abnormal spirit.
An Fang lightly elbowed Fang Mu to make him shut up, seeing how scared this near-death comrade was.
Fang Mu didn’t speak; he did indeed plan to do that, but everyone’s reaction also made him realize that doing so was indeed not very humane, though there were other methods.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he picked up morsels of meat from the Corpse Disciples blown apart by Explosive Flame Bullets, holding a handful of bloody, unspeakable flesh and blood to lead the way in front, occasionally tossing a few pieces ahead, truly scattering bait.
It had to be said that Fang Mu’s method really worked; those fools consumed by appetite would jump out on their own, and before he could attack everyone, they were blasted into pieces by the Mystic Investigators’ Explosive Flame Bullets and burned into charcoal.
Gulp…
An obvious swallowing sound entered An Fang’s ears; she couldn’t help but tense up in her heart, quickly moving closer to Fang Mu while staying vigilant of the surroundings, saying, “I think I hear those Corpse Disciples sounding starving and desperate; stay closer to me.”
Hearing this, Fang Mu glanced at An Fang with a complex gaze; he hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his upper arm sleeve.
The sound of swallowing saliva just now was from him; for some reason, he suddenly felt that the Corpse Disciple meat in his hand was delicious—even though what he smelled was a foul smell and the scent of blood, and the touch felt completely different from ordinary meat; from a human perspective, it was something that couldn’t possibly be delicious no matter what, but somehow his long-closed appetite suddenly opened.
Fang Mu realized that his out-of-control sense of taste was stirring; all along, he had tried countless foods that couldn’t awaken his taste buds, yet they were now secreting saliva craving to eat because of anomaly flesh blocks.
“No, absolutely cannot eat!” Fang Mu, who hadn’t had a “delicious” meal in over three years, was now bombarded by violent appetite impacting his reason; he kept roaring at himself in his heart, “Eating this will really turn you into a monster, and then everything will truly be over!”
Fang Mu restrained the mutation impulse on his body, but the everyone’s night vision goggles couldn’t observe Fang Mu’s current ferocious expression as if he were about to devour someone.
Fang Mu threw away all the morsels of meat in his hand, then pressed one hand on the other to control his impulse to lick the remaining blood on it.
At that moment, a faint whisper entered Fang Mu’s ears; the others present also vaguely heard this sound.
Everyone stayed vigilant, but the next moment, an invisible attack rushed toward everyone.
Fang Mu immediately snapped back, tackling several Mystic Investigators beside him; some experienced and quick-reacting Mystic Investigators also understood and assumed defensive crouching postures, but those young and inexperienced Mystic Investigators were, under everyone’s gaze, forcibly cut in half at the waist by some invisible sharp object.
