The ominous premonition spread inexplicably in the bottom of his heart, and Leng Ji was stunned, looking up, trying to see the scene inside. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

saw that Wang Chuan's shadow was infinitely elongated by the light inside, and his slender body stood at the main entrance, just blocking the view of the cold season.

The light shone into the next room through the door frame, and the dazzling white light quickly swallowed the yellow light of the other room along with Wang Chuan's action of lifting the door curtain, instantly adding a lot of color to the dim scene inside.

Raising his hand and holding his chin, Wang Chuan took a step forward, and let go of the hand that grabbed the door curtain, the white curtain covered his back for a moment, and the next moment, the low roar from the room disappeared, and the shadow projected on the door curtain no longer struggled, and froze in place with his teeth and claws.

Seeing this scene, Leng Ji couldn't help frowning, his eyes looked at the shadow in the door curtain, he didn't think much about it, and the next moment, he quickly followed.

When you open the curtain, the first thing that catches your eye is a cage surrounded by iron bars. The black bars were already red, as if they had been washed away by the years countless times, and the mottled brown spots ate the black paint, and then clinged to the bars little by little.

There was no figure just reflected on the door curtain, and the lights in the room were a little dim, only these black railings were particularly eye-catching, blocking small spaces horizontally and vertically.

Wang Chuan turned his back to himself, Leng Ji couldn't see his expression, his tongue licked his dry lips, Wang Chuan didn't seem to look back at her, Leng Ji shook it, and could only look around by himself.

The iron bars are arranged a little densely between the iron bars, and the people who built this cage probably don't want the detainees to stick out of it, and the spacing between these horizontal and vertical cages is not even a hand's width apart.

It looks like there's something dangerous inside.

Her eyes were a little dry, she blinked in the cold season, the light was a little dim, she couldn't see the scene in the cage clearly, only saw some blood-red marks on the ground, which were yellowed by the light.

Tilted his head, Leng Ji scratched his hair, and his eyes looked into the depths of the cage, inside, as if something moved, driving the sound of metal rubbing, and the slightest sound.

Leng Ji hesitated for a moment, raised his hand, and his cold fingertips involuntarily stroked one of the railings, the rough paint surface rubbing against his fingertips. Leng Ji looked at the railing a little stunned, but felt that this railing was not much different from the cage where he was holding the zombie when he was just in the field.

Suddenly, Leng Ji remembered that he had just been outside, through the white curtain, and saw the figure stiffened in mid-air.

By the way, why didn't anyone see her in this room except Wang Chuan and herself?

I just thought about it for a while, and when I raised my eyes, there seemed to be some red thing mixed with brown spots on the iron fence on the right, which slowly flowed down, crossed the iron fence, and then dripped to the ground.

His lips trembled, his pupils dilated unconsciously, Leng Ji felt that his neck was a little stiff, and he looked at the little bit of blood flowing down, and after seeing the things in front of him clearly, Leng Ji immediately gasped.

A bloody hand rested quietly on top of the iron railing, and the green tendons bulged along the back of the hand, but when it reached the position of the finger, it was amputated, leaving only the blood gushing out.

There was a "bang", and before the cold season could notice the owner of the hand, suddenly, as if a heavy object had hit the iron bar, the black hollow iron pillar trembled, emitting a huge sound. The light overhead seemed to go out for a moment, but suddenly it came back on, and the bulb hanging under the lampshade swayed, swaying back and forth, illuminating different floors.

Following this trance light, the yellow light shone brightly and dimly on his face, and finally, the cold season saw the person in front of him clearly.

If only he could still be called a human being.

The skin on the face is still quite intact. But his eyes kept looking straight ahead, and in his pupils was the face of the cold season, but his gaze was unexpected, dull, and stiff. The mouth opened slightly, as if it was wheezing, but in the cold season, it could clearly be swallowed in its mouth, and the saliva lingered around the mouth, as if it was going to flow down the next moment.

However, black spots began to spread from his neck, and the skin below his face had begun to gradually decay, and the red blood clotted, dried up, and then turned black, sticking to the muscles of his neck. The artery on the right side of the scapula was forcibly torn open with a tooth, and the muscle split in the direction of the tooth mark, leaving countless fibers on the jagged end that were invisible to the naked eye.

Blisters of various sizes stuck to his mutilated skin, and with the slightest movement, it was as if the blisters could burst. The dim light flickered and hit a circle of black shadows around his neck, which tilted their heads slightly, and the black shadows swayed along with his movements, covering the countless blisters on his neck.

The cold season settled down, and saw that the black iron buckle on it was interlocking around the neck, like a dog ring. But the person wearing this thing did not resist at all, his face was still that dull expression, his eyes were still so stiff, and the pupils that had begun to dilate reflected Wang Chuan's blurred figure in the distance.

The details could not be seen from his eyes, but Leng Ji knew that he was not looking at himself.

His lips trembled, and he exhaled on this hot day in the cold season, and he felt a chill inexplicably.

The Adam's apple rolled and swept across the bloodstained muscles next to it, and the people in the cage seemed to notice the gaze of others, rolling the Adam's apple, and a low sound came from the depths of the throat.

The voice was like a beast holding its voice down and roaring in a low voice.

couldn't help but look at him, Leng Ji also swallowed saliva, his body was densely covered with tooth marks, deep and shallow, but the skin was also complete. Only the hand it put on the iron railing, for some unknown reason, it became a blur of flesh and blood, and it was unsightly.

Suddenly, someone gently patted Leng Ji on the shoulder, and Leng Ji was so frightened that he trembled, and when he turned around, he found that Wang Chuan was standing behind her at some point.

With a smile on his face, Leng Ji looked at him through his body, stretched out his hand, waved his slender fingers, and waved at the person in the cage.

It's like saying hello.

The person in the cage seemed to regain consciousness in an instant, the cloudiness in his eyes dissipated slightly, and Wang Chuan's figure became clear in his pupils. Moreover, following Wang Chuan's hand-waving movements, his expression seemed to have changed slightly, the muscles on his face were no longer so stiff, and his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

"Oh, you still recognize me?" Behind him, Wang Chuan's voice came from a smile that seemed to be not a smile.