My scalp tingled, the sound was so familiar that every time I heard it, it always felt as if someone was scraping my skull with a knife. m. Mobile Network [Phoenix/Phoenix/Please search for updates]

It is the sound of the healing of the land.

This means that something is up underneath.

Originally, standing on the tree, I shouldn't have been afraid of the weak man below, but for some reason, my feet trembled so much, and the rope at the end of the lead kept swinging.

I immediately took out my flashlight and shone it downward, and before it could reach the ground, I saw a claw mark on a nearby tree.

Five huge holes, digging into the trunk of the tree, like five black eyes staring at me. It was from here that the sound of clucking and repairing came from, I thought that the land would be repaired after this place, but the trees would not be repaired, no wonder I carved so many marks that finally betrayed me alive. If the crane had dug a hole in the ground, it would have been repaired by the ground long ago.

But I'm almost certain that this horrible five-finger hole was caused by the weak man, who seems to be almost aware of my bearings. But for some reason, I always felt that the traces of the five fingers were a little strange, and the height of the insertion seemed to be a little inconsistent with the corpse just now. But I don't have time to analyze it a little bit.

Ordinary zombies don't see with their eyes, they can catch the snort of the living, and slight movements, these things were learned from TV dramas when I was a child, I don't know if it's applicable to the weak man here. But it's always good to be cautious.

I wrapped my scarf around my face, trying to cover out the sound of my breathing, and it became quieter and quieter. After fixing the flashlight at one point, I quietly waited for the weak man to appear, and I inevitably thought of the scene in the movie. With a stiff face, jumping and jumping, wearing an ancient official uniform, and a charm written by a mage was pasted on the door of his head.

It had only been a moment since I had opened my mind before I sensed that something was about to take the bait. In fact, it was not that there was no sound in his movements, but that I was so nervous that I almost ignored the sound. The sequelae of tinnitus also make me often unable to distinguish what is the voice of the world.

Until I saw the weak man appear in sight little by little. only then did I realize how small my brain hole is, and how terrifying the world is.

The first thing that caught my eye was a pair of shoes, padded boots. There are some plain patterns on the top, and the bottom is up, jumping into my sight. Along the shoes, the weak man with stiff hands appeared little by little. The entire corpse was completely upside down, with its head on the ground. Jumping and jumping, it looks particularly weird.

In particular, the bright red belt on his body did not fall due to gravity, and stood stiffly on him. But the most terrifying thing is his claw. That's not a human hand. It can't even be called a bone, it's black as if it has no roots and huge steel bars, and it just has a human form. If the human body is opened by this thing. I guess the blood will be drained in an instant......

I gasped, and the qiē in front of me almost made me give up the fight. Whether it was the visual impact of this strange way of jumping, or the sharp "weapon" in his hand, it was enough to make me scared, but fortunately, I was standing on a branch, and he couldn't attack me.

I don't know whether to rejoice or not, for fear that the moment I was clever, God immediately dug a hole for me to jump.

Little by little, the weak man jumped at the foot of my tree and stopped beside my folding knife. At this moment, this was almost one with this sword spirit and flesh, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out, quietly to see how he would react.

In the mouth that was too wide open, there was a faint red, letter-like thing that writhed a few times, and gradually protruded from the weak man's mouth, like a hairy tentacle, little by little close to my folding knife.

This thing is like a blood-red roundworm, and it has been writhing since it came out of its mouth. At first, I thought it was the tongue, but it wasn't until I saw those short, scalp-numbing hairs that I realized it was a parasite!

Could it be that the local weak men have become what they are now because they are infected with some kind of parasite?

My guess was shattered in the next second. Even if it's a parasite, have you ever seen a parasite eat a knife?

That is, in the process of more than ten seconds, the insect swelled little by little, from the size of a rope to the thickness of an arm, filling the entire mouth of the weak man, and there was something like a mouth-like pharynx on the head, and the moment it opened, I could see a row of fine teeth inside, and I was terrified to see it.

Then, the worm opened its mouth as if it were swallowing food, bit the edge of the folding knife, and dragged it little by little towards its own mouth, its fine, sharp teeth as if it were steel, no, harder than steel, and something as hard as a folding knife shattered into slag in its mouth. The crunch sound of "rattle" stimulated my nerves so hard that I felt that all the blood on my body was drained in this instant, and only deep fear remained.

If the weak man can't climb a tree, then I can't tell you about this thing......

After the worm devoured the whole knife, its body stood up little by little, and pointed its oropharynx in my direction. In the light of the flashlight, I felt like it was smiling at me.

A blood-red bug covered in fur actually lay in the head of a zombie and smiled at me. How do I describe how I felt at that time, I almost didn't poke my eyes out.

Fortunately, after the insect finished eating, its body shrank little by little, and finally changed back to its previous thickness, slowly burrowing back into the zombie's body. My mind was so focused that I didn't know whether to be glad it didn't choose to climb up.

After a minute, the weak man who stopped in place didn't make any moves, I always felt that he was dead, and even thought that the worm had eaten the blade just now and couldn't digest it, and the intestine was infarcted.

Cluck-cluck......

Cluck-cluck......

In the silence of the woods, such sounds seemed to stimulate my nerves. I refocused my attention on the weak man under the tree, but he still didn't move, and stopped in place, not even the bug again. But the sound didn't stop, it still kept ringing in my ears.

Where the hell is it, where the hell is it! I flickered my flashlight around, trying to find the ground where the sound was coming from, but to no avail.

Could it be ......

Before I could judge my thoughts, the weak man on the ground suddenly "banged" and slammed into the ground. I could clearly see that there was an arm-thick hole in his iron-blue head. (To be continued.) )>