It was a dark night, silent and gloomy, the wind howled coldly in the forest, and the rustle of leaves could be heard from time to time, and it was already midnight. A bolt of lightning pierced the entire sky, and the lightning seemed to be a golden thread, splitting the pitch-black sky in half. In its light, two children could be seen standing in front of a tomb.

Yang Cang threw a wooden board to Shadow Dream and motioned for Shadow Dream to dig it up. Shadow Dream frowned, "It's not good. ”

Yang Cang: "Dig up." There are truths in it that you want to know. It's all here, do you want to take nothing?"

This is the first time Ying Meng has seen Yang Cang like this. It's not like the usual hanger, and it's not the society when acting. It is difficult for Ying Meng to depict Yang Cang's current image. If you have to use one word to describe it, Kagemu will say crazy, madness that will pay whatever it takes to pursue obsession.

After Ying Meng opened the coffin, Yang Cang picked up a small insect on the corpse. With an almost obsessive look, he took it to his nose and sniffed it. "This is the larva of a green-headed fly. Within a few hours of the death of a corpse, the green-headed fly lays 300 eggs on the corpse. The larvae will appear after a day. After 13 hours and a half, the skin will peel and move on to the next stage. After another 11 hours, the skin will be peeled again. In another sixty-five hours it will pupate. After 71 hours and a half, it breaks into a pupa and becomes a fly. You tell me how long this corpse has been dead. ”

Ying Meng was first frightened by Yang Cang's morbid tone. A slight gust of wind seemed to be able to smell the smell of blood, and a chill penetrated the body and pierced into the bones, as if the chill that had been imprisoned for thousands of years was suddenly released, making people tremble at the moment when their brains couldn't think. Then an eerie excitement crept up the spine. The chill was dispelled in an instant, and an electric current passed through the brain, burning away the fear like a blazing fire. Looking at the small larva on the face and the waste skin on the corpse, "Within three days, it was very fresh." ”

Yang Cang picked up a dagger and was about to make a move, when he suddenly saw Ying Meng next to him who was looking at the insect skin in a daze. The upturned corners of his mouth combined with the gloomy environment of the mass grave made him look extremely terrifying. He handed the knife in his hand to Shadow Dream, who was unaware.

"Come and cut him open. ”

Shadow Dream was startled and hurriedly shook her head.

Yang Cang: "Are you afraid?"

Shadow Dream: "I'm not afraid. I just don't think it's good, you dug up someone's grave, and you have to ......"

Yang Cang laughed: "Three days ago, his soul went to the two realms of the underworld to report. It's just a scrap. We called it waste utilization, why is it not good. Then he said demagoguingly. "Well, go and open him. You've done it this far, do you want to rub shoulders with the truth? Remember how I taught you? Either don't do it or never do it. ”

As he spoke, he took Shadow Dream's hand and slowly approached the corpse's head. yes, what are you afraid of? I didn't do anything too bad. It's just recycling. The truth is at hand. Why not take a look? Isn't it a pity not to see it when it's all come to this point? With this in mind, Shadow Dream symbolically resisted and threw himself into the journey of finding the truth, but he didn't know that this move had completely opened Pandora's box.

With a single slash, dark and cold blood flowed from the decomposing corpse, like the thick night, winding and covering the surrounding air. At this moment, the heavens and the earth were asleep, and no one in the deserted forest knew what was going on except for the gentle breeze blowing, except for the occasional crow or two.

Yang Cang cut off his head with Ying Meng, pointed to the red mud inside, and smiled sickly: "Look, that's the truth." Ying Meng stretched out his hand and pinched it a little, watching the brain pulp slowly drip from Ying Meng's fingertips, Yang Cang laughed even more crazy. "You can't see how you take it, you have to solidify it first. After speaking, he took out a porcelain vase. Shadow Dream reacted instantly. Yang Cang didn't stop her, he just deliberately wanted to see her make a fool of herself. Looking back, he smiled like Yang Cang. Yang Cang reacted instantly. As soon as he wanted to dodge, he was frozen by the two wisps of yin qi that Shadow Dream hit. Shadow Dream took the porcelain vase in his hand with a bloodless hand. Then he rubbed his brain-stained hand little by little onto his clothes. I slapped him on the cheek. Dissolve the yin qi, turn around and introduce the medicine in the porcelain bottle into the brain. is usually Yang Cang has already started to scold the street. And now he picked up two pieces of carrion and threw them at Shadow Dream with a smile. Shadow Dream blocked it with resentment, picked up a few corpse insects and threw them back. The originally eerie and terrifying atmosphere instantly added a strange sense of joy in the rotting corpse war.