As I reached the bottom of the pool, I could see around me again.

The bottom of the pool is clear, and the stones at the bottom of the pool exude a bright green light.

The bottom of the pond is overgrown with aquatic plants, and there are many complete human skeletons among the aquatic plants.

Judging by the shape of the pelvis, the bones are all from women.

I was able to see my surroundings clearly, but my legs were broken by the impact of the strong fall.

I poured into the aquatic weed so painfully that I gasped, and when I opened my mouth, the pool of water poured into my mouth and nose.

I quickly lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, I had been planted in the soil, and only my head was exposed to the soil.

The light was dim, the rain was dripping, and the air was filled with the smell of corpses.

Directly in front of me was a mottled gray wall, and a large group of tawny things were swimming on the ground not far to my right.

Where is this?

Who brought me here?

After the first attempt to move my body but only my neck and above the neck moved, my eyes were once again focused on the tan stuff.

It turned out that it was an innumerable mole cricket, crawling in and out of the mouth of two small caves on the ground, and carrying food into the ground.

These mole crickets are nearly twice as large as regular mole crickets, and their eyes are blood-red.

The toothed forefeet of ordinary mole crickets are blunt, but the toothed forefeet of these mole crickets are as sharp as a knife saw.

These mole crickets are shade corpse mole crickets.

Shadow Corpse Mole Crickets suck the breath of Shadow Corpses and protect Shadow Corpses, and wherever they appear, there will be Shadow Corpses and Mole Cricket Kings underground.

As I could see the tan stuff clearly, my scalp tingled.

These shadow mole crickets will crawl into my eyes, ears, mouth, and nose at any time, and will come and eat me at any time.

Or maybe the shadow corpse is clinging to my body in the ground.

I hurriedly turned my neck again to look around.

I was in a room with the door closed and the windows covered in tattered newspapers.

The door is behind me on the left.

There was a row of corpses leaning neatly against the wall behind me, all wrapped in black corpse clothes, wearing tall felt hats, and yellow paper on their faces.

In this case, I chose to cry out for help.

I opened my mouth, and the shadowy corpses on the ground stopped crawling in and out, and they all turned their heads towards me, threatening to attack me immediately.

Even if there was someone outside the door and my call for help would allow someone outside the door to enter the house quickly, the Shadow Mole Crickets close enough to me would be able to chop my head to shreds before I could be saved.

After I hurriedly closed my mouth again, the shadow corpse cricket on the ground resumed its previous movements.

This is, open your mouth to die, shut up to live?

Seeing that the shadow corpse mole crickets continued to move forward, although my heart was a little relieved, I was helpless about how to get out of the current predicament.

I simply closed my eyes and couldn't see anything, emptying my mind and not thinking about anything.

I don't know how long it was, but someone gently pushed the door into the room and closed it gently.

I opened my eyes, but I didn't turn my neck.

It was already dark, and the shadow of the future was long and reflected on the wall in front of me in the dim light.

The man walked past the corpse behind me against the wall, and finally stopped at the innermost corpse, put down the kerosene lamp, laid the corpse flat on the ground, and then lifted the corpse's clothes and rubbed the corpse's chest while impatiently unbuttoning his pants.

I sneered secretly, my eyes fixed on the Shadow Corpse Crickets.

At first, the Shadow Mole Crickets ignored the visitor and crawled in and out, but as the man gasped for breath with excitement, the Shadow Mole Crickets swarmed towards the man as scheduled.

The man's screams followed.

I looked silently at the wall in front of me, and with the help of the shadows on the wall, I saw that the man was instantly covered by the shadow mole crickets, and that the man struggled desperately to escape from the room, but was cut into slag before he could escape a few steps.

The screams made the continuous silence of the outside instantly lively, and there were a lot of footsteps coming towards the room, and after pushing the door open, they all stopped outside the door.

After a few seconds of silence, the door was closed from the outside again, and a murmured murmur was heard.

They spoke with a thick accent, and I could only hear a rough idea.

The word Yan Ye mentioned the most was Yan Ye, it seems that I was buried here by Yan Ye, and Yan Ye has explained that they will not allow anyone to enter the room.

Before, they didn't know that there were shadow corpses in the room.

The chatter didn't last long, and the people dispersed.

Soon there was only the sound of rain outside.

The kerosene lamp was lit in the house, and the female corpse that had been laid flat on the ground continued to lie on the ground unclothed, and the shadow corpse crickets were busy crossing the female corpse to bring fresh minced meat into the cave.

Who is Yan Ye?

Not to mention that the shadow corpses and crickets don't let me scream, I must now also tell the earth and the earth to be unspiritual.

How long have I been here?

Just because I'm not in the shop, am I going to die as the warlock said?

Even after my previous killings, I hadn't been absent from the Underworld Shop for more than twenty-four hours.

Or maybe as long as I don't voluntarily give up the business, it's excusable?

Thinking of this, I was about to close my eyes again when the flame of the kerosene lamp rose sharply.

With the help of the shadow on the wall, I saw that the female corpse that had been laid flat on the ground before stood up straight from the ground.

The yellow paper on her face has been rubbed off by the industrious shadow corpse crickets at some point.

What kind of corpse?

I didn't look back and continued to act as a static background, and as she was a zombie and held her breath, she turned her head from side to side and walked towards me with mechanical steps.

She wasn't a zombie if she didn't stretch her arms out and jump forward.

I held my breath and couldn't save myself from disaster.

Now that she had spotted me, it was useless for me to stiffen my neck and not move, so I turned my head to look.

She is a corpse, the kindest kind of corpse except for the jade corpse.

At the same time that I had a hope of escaping her, the shadow corpse crickets also covered her, and although they did not cut her into slag, they cut her neck in a matter of seconds and then dispersed.

Any corpse that has been transformed as long as it has a broken neck and a head will be confessed.

Her body and head slammed to the ground, and her head rolled right in front of me and stopped.

Her face was facing mine, less than an inch from me.

Her jaw was gone, along with her teeth, and her round eyes were full of red bruises.

I looked at her quietly for a long time and slowly closed my eyes, and continued to stay up for a difficult time, hoping to have the fate to survive the appearance of the so-called Yan Ye, and I would have the opportunity to find a turnaround again.