The Fourth Calamity: My Sect Has Countless Prodigies

Chapter 158 Corpse Dissection Immortal

"I'm logging off."

A player behind the strategist exclaimed in surprise.

He was a player who entered the game in the same batch as Flying Dragon in the Sky.

Having played for so long, he had never seen a player forced to log in out of fear.

Even worse, as the human shield parted the jungle, a strong smell of blood wafted towards them on the wind.

The strategist was caught off guard and was immediately confronted with the pungent smell of blood.

The already nauseating smell, combined with his keen sense of smell, made the strategist dizzy, leaving him only able to lean against the tree trunk.

"Don't look inside, help those two back." He was panting heavily.

Although the world before me was dark, I still made a judgment immediately.

The tank and the player fell in front, but they had not yet been attacked.

What's most terrifying might be the scene hidden inside.

"Could it be some kind of mental pollution?" the strategist wondered, but he did not make any rash moves.

The tank player is still alive; we can ask him again later.

And so, the four players helped the two people who had fallen to the ground up.

"Brother Wang, what happened over there just now?" The swordsman player handed the tank a glass of water and asked with concern.

But after hearing this, Brother Wang smashed the water bottle he had just taken on the ground, spilling water everywhere.

"Don't rush, give him time to process this," the strategist quickly advised, squatting down next to the tank player.

He patted the other person's back twice to calm the human shield down.

Seeing that there was no immediate response, many players turned their attention to the dense forest.

However, the distance was too great, and the view of the dense forest was completely invisible.

But it is precisely this unseen aspect that keeps their hearts in suspense.

Many things are no longer scary once you can see them, but it is precisely this kind of unseen fear that is more terrifying.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the tank player sitting on the ground seemed to have finally recovered.

He took a difficult sip of water, his Adam's apple bobbing twice before he said, "If only there were a memory eraser."

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Hearing this, I, who was handing him water, laughed: "Haha, a memory eraser, bro, do you think you're playing a game?"

"Isn't this just a game?"

"————" The swordsman was speechless.

You know what, this really is a game.

After a lighthearted joke, the players were no longer so tense.

After calming down, the players recounted the details of the dense forest.

That was a truly disgusting scene.

After hearing this, Doghead Military felt his sanity level drop significantly.

No wonder some players fainted; he would have fainted too if he were in that situation.

No, he has to vomit before he faints.

But even from these few words, the strategist gleaned some information.

That means all of these people are dead, but the cause of death is unknown.

That also means there is no physical danger at present.

It's about the spirit —

Everyone's eyes turned to the dense forest, and for a moment no one dared to look ahead.

The horrific state of the two players is still fresh in our minds, sending chills down our spines.

Finally, the strategist felt a slight touch on his shoulder.

"I'm a forensic pathologist, I've seen all sorts of disgusting cases. Since there's no danger anymore, I'll go take a look."

The strategist glanced back and saw that the person had a bizarre ID above their head: "The Corpse-Dissolving Immortal from Modern Times".

He was one of the two new players who had previously called him over.

To be honest, just looking at this ID makes me feel very reassured.

"Alright, brothers, let the professionals handle the professional matters. We'll stay outside and let the forensic doctor go in and check the situation first." The strategist turned around and quieted everyone down.

The corpse-dissolving immortal took out a breathable leaf and covered his mouth with it, which could also be used as a mask.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a small iron knife with a sharp handle, which looked like a substitute for a scalpel.

Seeing how professional the operation was, the strategist finally felt relieved.

Corpse Immortal took a deep breath and slowly walked into the dense forest, parting the thicket of trees.

At first glance, compared to the previous two, this player was remarkably calm.

Apart from the hand holding the short blade trembling slightly, there was no other movement.

What puzzled the strategist was that after seeing the scene, the Corpse Immortal hesitated to enter and instead turned back to the group.

"I need to rest for a while." After saying that, Shi Jiexian sat down on the ground and rummaged through his clothes.

The players looked at Corpse Immortal with puzzled expressions. What was this guy looking for all this time?

After a while.

"Damn, I completely forgot this is a game!" Corpse Immortal slapped his forehead. "Brothers, wait a minute, I'm logging off first."

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After saying this, Corpse Immortal logged off.

This move left even the strategist completely bewildered.

How could a perfectly healthy person just suddenly pass away?

About five minutes later, Shi Jiexian finally logged back onto the ship.

He was in high spirits and looked radiant.

He looked at the anxiously waiting players and scratched his head sheepishly: "Sorry, sorry, it's just a habit I have at work. When I'm stressed, I like to have one."

The strategist nodded, "That makes sense."

It's no wonder that there's not much work pressure when you're a forensic doctor.

The strategist said that dealing with living people was fine, but he wouldn't dare to deal with dead people every day.

Corpse Immortal opened the storage bag and took out several large bags.

He picked up a scalpel and carried several large bags, and walked alone into the dense forest.

The processing time was exceptionally long, leaving the strategist even more anxious and frustrated.

Fortunately, half an hour later, the Corpse Immortal finally returned carrying the bag.

The bag was black, so the players couldn't see what was inside. They could only sense that the Corpse Immortal was now emanating a strong bloody stench.

"How is it?" the strategist asked impatiently.

Corpse Immortal's complexion was not good, and there was a hint of disbelief hidden deep in his eyes.

It's so realistic; the cause of death for these corpses is quite unbelievable.

However, based on his many years of professional experience, it was all done in reality.

It's not like those virtual games where you just die easily, but a very vivid and realistic process design.

Suppressing his shock, the Corpse Immortal finally spoke: "Their manner of death was very strange; their muscles swelled up so much that they literally choked to death."

"What did you say? That you'll die from building muscle?!"