It's not Wan Hong......

It's Wan Lao!

What happened to Wan Hong, who was unkempt in the cave!

The blood rushed to my head, and I felt like my scalp was going to explode in an instant. I slammed my feet on the wall of the tank and rushed out with a roar. The lid on the water tank was arced in the air by my momentum, and it flipped to the ground, clanging and clanging.

I don't know if it's because the movement is too big, Wan Lao, who was grinning on the side, suddenly stopped the movements of his hands, and Wan Hong also looked towards me.

The Zou family on the side had already fainted with fright, lying on Wan Hong's body as if he had no bones. Wan Hong's mouth was wide open, as if shouting something to me, and his arms were stretched out in front of his chest and kept crossing, as if to say, don't come, don't come. But the strange thing is that I suddenly couldn't hear it, and all the scenes in front of me began to distort, Wan Hong's frightened face, Wan Lao's blood-red eyes, slowly deformed in my sight. I don't know why the energy just now was taken out of my body all of a sudden, and the whole person only felt light, but the neck was choked and couldn't breathe.

For a while, all the scenes, all the things stopped moving, Wan Lao, who was still standing in front of the door of the house, disappeared, and a bloody thing on the ground pierced my eyes like sulfuric acid, and there was an essential difference between what I heard and what I saw, and I was afraid that with a random look of my eyes, I could see the dismembered and broken body of the little baby.

The tightness in my neck became heavier, and I lowered my head to stare at my neck, and a circle of green things gradually emerged, as if it had grown from under the flesh, gradually breaking through the surface of the skin. The green filaments on the top gradually sprouted, and after a circle, the branches and leaves also ran out.

It's a vine.

At the moment when I saw the thing on my neck, I suddenly woke up with a spirit.

What's going on......

My eyes were fixed on the sky, and there was not a single star in the dark sky.

"Ten Thousand ......"

As soon as the mouth opened, the feeling of tightening the throat became more obvious, not to mention speaking, and even breathing was a little difficult. Fortunately, the tightening did not continue to strengthen, and my consciousness began to gradually awaken.

The first thing that comes to mind. It's the vines in the throat that are torn off. The moment he stretched out his hand, his palms were full of traces of dirt, as well as marks of the Dao Dao that had been scratched by the stones on the ground. I don't know if it's because I'm not used to this body, but I didn't feel much pain. On the contrary, it has a strange feeling.

The position of the moon above his head did not change, but the surrounding stones kept receding. I followed the vine and looked around, and it was about the limit of a human turning head, and then I saw that the other end of the vine was in a dark shadow, and someone was pulling me forward.

Look at the body shape and movements. There is no doubt that he must be an old man, but how can an old man who is nearly seventy or eighty years old have the strength to drag an eight-foot man on the ground so skillfully, the more I think about it, the more strange it becomes, and I can't help but shudder.

At the moment, it is far away from the cave where Wan Hong is kept, this mountain road is not familiar to me, there are silhouettes of cliffs and strange rocks on both sides, it looks as if countless demons and monsters are rampant, but the overall trend is downward, it seems to be going in the direction of the valley. The body was dragged all the way through. Although the sensation was not so strong, my skin could still feel the pain of being stoned underneath my body. But I tried to restrain myself from reacting, so that the demonized Wan Lao didn't realize that I was awake.

After about ten minutes, the old man walked faster and faster, and the figure of the cliff was no longer very noticeable, and the rich vegetation under it was covered, and it was obvious that it was almost to the end.

I held my breath as hard as I could, trying to calm myself until I suddenly lost my center of gravity and fell out of the air. Then he fell on top of a pile of soft things.

I closed my eyes and my heart was beating extremely fast, but I still didn't dare to open them. The vines around the neck seemed to have been removed, but the smell around them was unpleasant. It's like being in a slaughterhouse.

The footsteps disappeared from me, and I gradually moved forward, and I lifted my eyelids slightly, and looked around cautiously.

The sight almost made me gasp. Lying on his stomach was nothing else, but piles of bones. Wan Lao pulled me into this cave-like place. A big pit was dug inside from the outside to the inside, and there were different corpses piled up, some of them began to flatulate, their bodies bulged as if they were a balloon, the epidermis was indeed blue and purple, and the facial features were already ugly and difficult to distinguish. I couldn't help but think of the "giant view" mentioned in the forensic medical book, and I felt sick in my heart.

The bottom layer is almost all bones, and many of them are half-buried in the soil, and from a distance it looks like a human Shura field.

I lay on the pile of dead people, not daring to move, I could only see half of the hole as far as I could see, and it was already very difficult to see the white bones underneath. I subconsciously went to look for Wan Lao's figure, only to see him squatting at the mouth of the cave, staring at the moon in a daze, very kind of absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon as mentioned in the book.

That being the case, I was a little bolder and turned over gently. Who knew that the white bones underneath were not load-bearing, and as soon as I turned my body, the pile of corpses immediately had a posture of collapsing. I held my breath and tried to control my center of gravity, moving carefully, trying to return my body to the original position, but I didn't want to squeak, and the whole person turned to the bottom of the pile of dead people, and the tip of my nose just touched the other person's heavenly spirit cover.

The blood on the corpse had not yet dried, it was greasy and greasy in my hair, and I felt sick in my heart, thinking that when I came out, I would have to wash my nose at least ten or eight times. But what scares me even more is the old man at the door. The bones squeaked and thought, I secretly screamed in my heart, and quickly pricked up my ears to listen to the movement in the cave, for fear that he would come over to determine whether I was alive or dead, but after a while, there was still nothing unusual, and I was addicted to him when he looked at the moon.

Although I fell a dog eating *, the perspective switched over. I glanced to the other side, and saw a number of boxy boxes lying crookedly on one of the corners of the cave, covered with dust, and the top one, which I was particularly familiar with, with two delicate drawers, the lower one narrower than the top, with a few bamboo poles tied to it, bent forward, hanging a delicate bell.

This is my medicine box, Doctor Ling's medicine box. I immediately understood that almost all the people who were lying next to me were doctors, or at least they had been taken by Wan Lao to see his son. But it is not the son who is really sick, but himself. After demonization, he locked his son in a cave and put all the blame for the murder on Wan Hong. Wan Hong was locked up in the mountains, and he couldn't tell the truth to others, and after a long time, even his language ability deteriorated.

In the name of treating his son, Wan Lao deceived him from all over the country to travel to the doctor, took him deep in the mountains, took the opportunity to make a black hand, and dragged him to the cave. He probably didn't know that I was a dream master, so he asked me to see Wan Hong in a grand manner, which happened to give me a glimpse of the true *face, so I was also dragged here.

In that story, cannibalism is true, but it is not Wan Hong who eats people, but Wan Lao!

I looked at the bones stacked in all directions, and I had a vague feeling that things were not so simple. At that time, what I saw in the dream should be true, that Lord Fang asked the father and son of the Wan family to find him an ear mouse, but when he found it, he fell into the bottom of the cliff, and then the father and son went to the mountains to find the bones of Lord Fang, but they couldn't find it, so they were ready to run away with their family, but for some reason, Wan Lao suddenly demonized at night and ate his grandson, and then even his daughter-in-law should have eaten it, what happened in the middle.

After thinking about it, I decided to solve this matter by dreaming, after all, there was no fan bone in my hand, and I couldn't expel the demon without a dream. After thinking clearly, I began to sketch out the basic framework of the dream, but before I could get ready, I heard a movement at the door, and I quickly closed my eyes, not even daring to come out.

Listening to the voice, Wan Lao should have walked in front of the bones, dragged down the corpse that presented the "giant view" from above, and put it on the ground. Then I desperately dug the dirt with both hands, and my intuition told me that there must be something like zài in the ground.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a hard* object underneath that exuded a purple-black color to come to the surface. At first I thought it was a weapon, but when it was all gouged out, I realized that it was a skull.

It's not a human, it's definitely some kind of animal or something. The front and back are about half a meter in diameter, and there are two sharp teeth-like objects on the top and bottom, and I always feel like I've seen them somewhere. But the whole body of the skull is soaked in purple-black, and when you look closely, you can feel that the color under the underlying bone seems to flow, wrapping around the skull in a thin layer. Whether I've seen it or not, I feel like this thing is hoodoo, at least the things that surround the skull, like a miasma.

There is a lot of miasma in the mountains, Wan Lao said.

Then, Wan Lao dragged the corpse over, lifted the huge skull, and put the ankles, which were as thick as the couch legs, into the skull.

I could clearly feel that the breath flowing from the skull seemed to be touched, and the flow rate suddenly accelerated, like countless silk threads pulling at the skull in front of me, and gradually, the skull opened its mouth by itself.

Crunch, that's the kind of sound......

The skull devoured the corpse in front of me, and I couldn't believe my eyes, it was this guy who was eating people. And Wan Lao, who was squatting on the side, his eyes were bloodshot, the expressions on his face were strangely wrinkled, he danced excitedly, and finally laughed madly.

I just don't think this laughter is human, it's very high-pitched. His face twitched with laughter, and his ears were filled with strange creaks. (To be continued.) )

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