Sixteen.

Sometimes I find it interesting to look at the Underworld in silence from a proper distance, because he is the most ideal character I have ever written, combining all the virtues of the opposite sex of the type I am interested in. Lewen novel χs520.

When I painted him, I never imagined that one day I would see him standing alive in front of me, walking, talking, thinking, silent, or smiling. This almost gives people a god-like feeling, because God created the human race, and I created the Underworld...... His appearance.

Now I watched him smile at the old Taoist priest calmly, but I didn't find it funny, because the smile was for something not so good. I don't know what that would be like, but from the look on his face, it was pretty bad.

"Do you remember? After a while, the young man asked him again.

He shook his head, but somehow paused, then pinched his fingers and quickly mentally calculated. "This can't be," and then he looked at the young man with an even more ugly face, "Are we all dead?"

"What did he say?" The boat boss on the side obviously didn't understand, and turned his head to ask the young man.

The young man didn't answer, because at this time, the old Taoist priest turned around and staggered in the direction of his two apprentices. But he didn't take two steps before he stopped abruptly and covered his mouth because a mouthful of blood suddenly touched his mouth.

This action didn't stop the blood from gushing out of his mouth, but Lao Dao didn't care, he was stunned by a sudden discovery in front of him, his eyes widened in shock, and his face turned red, until a ball of old blood spurted out of his heart again, he sat on the ground with his buttocks, and muttered: "It's all dead......"

Dead in everything?

In my confusion, I followed his gaze in the direction he was looking, and I couldn't help but be surprised, because I saw the two apprentices of the old way sitting on the ground one after the other, probably three or four steps away from the coffin, so their pants were soaked with blood flowing from the coffin.

But the two of them didn't feel anything, just sat motionless, completely indifferent to Lao Dao's shocked and shocked look.

But even if they reacted to it, I couldn't tell it from their faces, because their faces were blank.

It's just a piece of white forest, but when Boss Zhou was talking to the young man just now, it was clear that they didn't have anything wrong, why did they become like this in such a short period of time.

No wonder the old saying 'they're all dead'. Who can breathe without a nose and no mouth? Who can live without breathing?

That's why they never made any sound, and when we didn't even notice it, these two people were suffocated to death like this......

However, this death is too strange, how can all the facial features disappear?

Thinking about it, the unsuspecting Zhou boss suddenly jumped up, pointed to the coffin and shouted in panic: "Where are the people!

Fong is gone.

The woman who was lying motionless by the coffin at most two or three minutes ago suddenly disappeared without a trace in the thick blood under the coffin, and it was also the facial features of the two apprentices of the Taoist priest who also disappeared without a trace.

Just as I was startled by this strange thought that popped into my head, there was a sudden sound of kerala, and the crack in the wall in front of the boat boss suddenly expanded.

There was a loud bang and a large lump of lime fell, revealing the blue-gray bricks behind the cement.

The bricks were very wet, and there was a strong rancid smell rushing to my face, and at first smell it almost made me vomit, but I didn't vomit, but the boat boss did, because the cracks in the bricks were full of hair, the hair on the side of the mask's face.

The hair was densely layered like a plant, and after the cement was suddenly peeled, it was blown up by the air, revealing the bottom half of the face. The face was rotten, except for the dead leaf-like skin barely enclosing the dry skull, and it looked like a dried corpse that had been built into the wall for a long time, so long that it had been mummified. What makes people feel terrible and even disgusting is that it clearly looks like it was built into the wall alive, because although only half of its head is exposed outside the bricks, it is the result of its struggle while it was alive.

But in the end, it failed to break through the bricks. It died inside the cold, damp brick wall, its hair growing as it squeezed out the bricks and squeezed to the side of the mask...... Therefore, the mask that was used to lock the wife of the boat boss, Ah Fang, was not because it grew hair, it was just entangled in other people's hair, those long hair that had grown over the years from a person who was buried alive in the wall in an extremely cruel and terrible way more than half a meter away from it.

"What is this...... What is this??"

After staring at the wall and the exposed head on the wall for a long time, Boss Zhou's teeth clicked, and he shook his head in disbelief as he pointed at them: "How can there be such a thing in this room...... Who the hell is this dead man?!How the hell did you get in?Impossible...... I haven't seen this mask before I painted it on the wall!"

"Haven't you really seen it?" For some reason, the young man didn't seem too surprised by this sudden scene, and the expression on his face was even calm, as if he was a person who had no distractions and would not be bothered by anything unexpected in the outside world.

"Not really!" Boss Zhou nodded hard and almost fiercely.

But as soon as he had finished answering, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the wall again.

After a while, he took two steps back, his face turned blue, and he pointed at the dry corpse on the wall like a ghost, and screamed: "Big girl! She's a big girl! Why is the big girl here?!"

Who is the big girl?

Before anyone could ask the question, there was another crunch of Kerala on the wall.

Immediately after, I saw a large piece of blue-gray brick and lime outside.

So, the female corpse that had been buried for an unknown amount of time behind the brick finally reappeared completely, which was almost a scene that people couldn't bear to see, because it was clear that the posture of the corpse could be clearly understood, reminiscent of a living life that was once alive, wearing a bright red dress, at an age like a flower, suddenly trapped alive in this wall, tied hand and foot, so desperate that it was unable to scream.

But she didn't give up at first.

She struggled fiercely, in this closed world, after a series of violent struggles, trying to break free from this confinement, from the bad luck of death.

But in the end, although her hand broke free, maybe she was seriously injured, maybe she used up all her strength, she could only barely dig a hole in the wall that could expose half of her head, but because her strength was no longer enough, she couldn't enter or retreat, and she was stuck in this hole until she died.

As the years passed, the closure of the brick walls slowly dried and hardened her corpse, almost like a skeleton. But her hair grows infinitely, as if to vent her desire for life and hatred for the murderer.

So who exactly is the murderer......

Just as I was staring at the corpse in despair, looking at it carefully with all my courage, I suddenly heard the young man whisper to me, "Hold me." ”

However, before I could react, he first came to me, and then reached out and grabbed my stiff arm at my side into his palm.

At the same time, I felt a vibration under my feet.

With a loud thunderous sound, I felt the floor under my feet shake violently, as if it was about to crack, but when I subconsciously grabbed the young man beside me, I saw that he did not move at all, only a pair of dark eyes flashed, and some meaningfully scanned the people in the room with different expressions and seemed to have no sense of the surrounding situation at all.

Those Taoist priests, as well as the boat boss, didn't seem to feel the earthquake-like turmoil under their feet at all.

Why is that?

In confusion, suddenly the young man pulled my arm and pushed me towards the bloody coffin without warning.

As I threw myself on the coffin board, I felt a sudden darkness in front of me.

I thought there was a problem with the overhead lamp, but when I raised my head when I was lying on the coffin with my hands and feet, I couldn't help but be stunned by the scene in front of me.

I realized I wasn't in any room at all.

Surrounded by the swaying shadows of the trees, the chirping of insects, and the damp night breeze, I was in the empty wasteland outside the inn.

But the coffin under him is really there, it is still as old as if it had just been dug out of the soil, and I don't know if it was just from the shock, the original airtight coffin, the lid was shaken open by half a bit.

There was a faint fishy smell in the mouth, and it was dark inside, and there seemed to be a faint sound of breathing.

Realizing this, I did not dare to move for a long time, nor was I able to climb down from the coffin immediately, because leaning down slightly, I saw two people sitting under the coffin.

One after the other, he sat motionless on the ground, his face as if it had been gnawed off by some animal.

It was the two apprentices of the old Taoist priest......

But the terrible thing is that both of them are still breathing, and they are breathing as they breathe, and they are breathing and emitting subtle and painful □□ from their mouths, but their bodies are never moving, and they are always sitting upright, like puppets held by some kind of mechanism.

But since they are here, where are Lao Dao and Boss Zhou?

Where is he??

Thinking about it, he quickly looked up at the hotel in front of him, and saw that the hotel building was pitch black, there was no light, and no sound could be heard.

Even the whole building seems a little blurry, a kind of blur that makes people feel as if it is not real.

In extreme anxiety, I suddenly saw a figure slowly walking out of the building.

Who is it?

I craned my neck, held my breath, and looked at the figure for a moment.

Then slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I couldn't hear the footsteps at all, and I couldn't see his face clearly, the graffiti I had to do day after day about the lines of the body and the understanding of the structure of the body made it easy for me to recognize him even though I was at that distance.

He's the Underworld.

But who is the man he is dragging in his hand?