"What is the Witch doing? I don't see what it was feeding the unconscious man on the ground, it wouldn't be a nourishing thing anyway.

"Woo ......"

As soon as the unconscious man swallowed something, all the white-faced monsters around him shouted in unison, howling like a wolf. These roars are terrifying and terrifying. The cold wind blew through the secret room, and I shrunk my neck, feeling like something big was going to happen.

"What are they screaming?"

I secretly slandered in my heart.

But at this moment, the man lying on the ground after being unconscious suddenly let out a low roar, and his entire upper body bounced off the ground strangely, and then his whole body spasmed and twitched.

"Uh, Wh, Wh ......"

Even I could hear his terrible screams, his voice stuck in his throat. He kept shaking his body, grabbing his hair desperately with both hands, and tearing it down like crazy.

"Ahh

Every howl is terrifying.

How the fuck it hurts, my heart is numb, and the secret room is filled with a strange and strange atmosphere. The man's howl, hysterical and frantically hissed. The white-faced monsters around me howled like wild wolves, and their voices were intertwined, and my ears tingled.

"Damn!"

I couldn't help but plug my ears, and the whole scream lasted for about ten minutes, and I watched as the man who had swallowed the strange thing tore off his hair one by one, and the blood flowed like his head was covered with rotten sores.

The Corpse Witch continued to chant strange incantations, and the man stood up and slapped the ground continuously, his skin began to turn noticeably whiter, and he lowered his head as if to resist the changes in his body, but this resistance seemed very weak. When this guy ripped all the clothes on his upper body, I was surprised to find that every inch of his skin had turned white, like the ceiling in a hospital, or to put it more appropriately, like all the white-faced weirdos here and now.

No matter how stupid I am, I can understand that the Corpse Witch has turned that unconscious man into a new white-faced weirdo!

As for how I did it, I can't say why I did it now, but I was scared in my heart, blood, howling, turning into a monster man, all these things scared me!

I tried to retreat, this place should not be long in this place, if I were found I would face a situation more terrible than a school of mud fish. Looking around, although the secret room was illuminated by the firelight, the range of flames was not the entire secret room, but mainly the middle part of the secret room. Behind me, there was a large area that was still pitch black. If I could retreat into that dark corner, it would probably be better than where I am now.

It was not a place to stay long, and I tiptoed back, slowly drawing closer to the darkness. At this time, the corpse witch's attention was all on the man who was turning into a monster. The other white-faced weirdos were throwing their heads up and howling, not even noticing me. It was my perfect opportunity, but not too much, and I tried to slow down and slowly walked into the darkness.

When the shadows began to fall over me, I was somewhat settled. continued to retreat, and at the same time, the change of the man in front of him was already very far away, and he basically did not look like a normal person at this moment. Pale as snow, hairless as a zombie-like body, and, of course, those dark eyes.

It let out a muffled growl, its humanity was losing little by little, and it could only make a final futile struggle.

The moment I retreated into the corner and walked into complete darkness, it was also the moment when the newborn white-faced monster completed its metamorphosis. It gradually settled down, prostrate before the corpse witch, like a devout believer, and the corpse witch placed the white-faced monster's head with its bone-like hand. Whispering something, the white-faced monster clenched his claws and bowed to the corpse witch.

The howls of the white-faced monsters also stopped at this time, and the corpse witch raised the wooden staff in his hand and waved it forward, and at this time the burliest white-faced monster roared outside. Outside the door, two white-faced weirdos walked in with a sack in tow. The sack had left a trail of blood on the ground, apparently not serious.

The white-faced weirdos around them looked at the sack with a wistful look on their faces, an expression I'd seen on a hungry dog. The sack was dragged to the middle of the chamber. The witch walked slowly to the sack, and opened the seal of the sack with a stick, and it contained half a dead cow! The head of the cow was still there, but the whole lower half of the body was gone, and the broken bones and internal organs were already bleeding some filthy blood. It's a cow carcass that has been dead for a while!, and yet, what seemed disgusting to me seemed to be amazingly delicious to the eyes of this group of white-faced weirdos. The corpse witch raised his staff and tapped the corpse lightly, and all the white-faced monsters around him swarmed up and began to tear and swallow the corpse of the dead cow.

I still remember this scene, I was so disgusting that I almost didn't throw up. The crumbling entrails and churning intestines looked like a disgusting lump of mud.

"Whew!"

After the corpse witch walked away, the burliest white-faced monster suddenly roared. The other white-faced monsters who were eating all stopped, and the burliest one walked over, grabbed the head of the dead cow, and roared at the white-faced monsters around him. It's like declaring their supremacy, which is the same as the wolf pack eating, if the first wolf doesn't eat first, the other wolves are not allowed to eat.

The burliest white-faced monster ripped off the entire bull's head and one of its front legs, and stepped aside to enjoy it alone. It swallowed rotting flesh, while the white-faced freaks around it were half-crouched and could only look but not move. It wasn't until the burliest guy had swallowed the last piece of meat on the cow's head and gouged out all the bull's eyes that the remaining white-faced monsters were allowed to continue eating.

My whole stomach was cramping and I had a feeling of wanting to vomit and closed my eyes not to look, but the smell of rancid was already wafting through the air. The remaining corpses were disposed of in a matter of minutes, and the white-faced monster was even licking the blood from the ground. These guys, who look a little like people, are more terrifying than beasts in their bones.

The corpse witch stood above, turned slowly, and pressed his hand on the top of the stone table, as if touching some mechanism, and the center of the entire stone platform was slightly dented at first, and then the most central piece slowly rose. I squinted and looked over, and it looked up like some square object, but I couldn't see what it was. Some of them looked like boxes, and the corpse witch grabbed this box-like thing in his hand and fiddled with it a few times, and the box seemed to be able to rotate like a Rubik's cube, but unlike the Rubik's Cube, it was not colored.

The Witch seemed to be trying to open the stone box, but tried for more than ten minutes to no avail. I sat on the floor, watching a little bored, thinking about how I was going to escape. The monsters in front of me were well fed, I was fucking tired and annoyed, and I felt tired from the previous few thrilling escapes.

I was a little hungry, I made a slight scream, and then one didn't hold back, and I fucking farted!

Luckily, the fart wasn't particularly loud, but it stinked enough, and I didn't expect this to happen. Unexpectedly, I reached out and waved my hand, and the stench spread all around. However, this unexpected situation once again led me to a life-and-death crisis.

After the stench cleared, the burliest white-faced weirdo seemed to smell something, stood up vigilantly, and sniffed his nose. It stands to reason that the white-faced monster is a human transformation, and the sense of smell should be similar to that of a human. But there is no guarantee that they have not mutated in this regard.

As if smelling a foul smell, the burly guy crawled in my direction little by little. I continued to stare at the witch unexpectedly, not even noticing that the white-faced monster was approaching.

Danger has arrived, and I don't know it. It was getting closer and closer to me, and it had reached the edge of darkness, apparently not very eyesight. At this time, I also noticed something, and when I looked back, good fellow, this monster has come close and is searching for me.

I was so shocked that I almost didn't scream, but I covered my mouth. It lingered before my eyes, as if to determine the ultimate source of the stench.