45 corpses spit out words

Simply this zombie just looked back and put his mind on He Bo under him again, which made me feel relieved after breaking out in a cold sweat. In fact www.biquge.info this is the best time to escape, because the Mo Xiang corpse will definitely not come over and kill me because of my escape, wasn't this what Uncle He's plan was before?

But at this time, an idea came out of nowhere, and the idea spread out of control in the bottom of my heart. That is, I must watch the death of this insidious hypocrite, and I must see his tragic death. I'm not killing, I'm not ruthless, that's what happens to this kind of person.

Thinking like this, it was difficult for me to lift my footsteps again, so I stood by the door, indifferently watching the black corpse smash its fists like raindrops on He Bo's body, the nose and face were swollen and only light, at this time this old guy had only seen the breath in but not the breath out, except for the undulating chest, it was difficult to move again.

The jet-black corpse had thick arms, and with a handful of them lifted He Bo from the ground and walked towards the darkest coffin, this strange scene made me a little difficult to fathom. Could it be that this zombie has a habit of making people sleep, or that this zombie has an unfulfilled long-cherished wish before he dies, and wants to use He Bo to complete the past events of his life at this moment, such as really being a man once?

Just when I couldn't figure it out, the scene in front of me changed abruptly, and it suddenly overturned my previous wild conjecture. The corpse dragged Uncle He to the coffin, threw him on the ground like a dead dog, and then dragged the big red coffin away with one hand, revealing a coffin in the back again.

However, this coffin is actually black, and compared with the red coffin, it looks splendid and small, and at first glance it is the coffin of a beautiful and luxurious woman. In ancient times, this kind of coffin was generally hard to find, after all, not only did it need good wood, but also a craftsman with perfect morals and skills.

After all, in ancient times, unlike the five-body investment that can be envied by power and money, people at that time paid more attention to their inner character, and remember the sentence: Who is beautiful between me and Chengbei Xu Gong?

The jet-black corpse fell to its knees towards the small coffin, as if the burial was just a companion burial, and he was willing to give everything for her, including life and everything after death.

I had already made up a shocking classical sadistic romance novel in my mind, and at this moment, suddenly a pair of cold eyes suddenly swept towards me, and I was almost cold from head to toe. It was a pair of eyes as cold as an ice cellar, and they were as white as a dead fish.

I froze in place, and it was too late for me to even want to. This guy waved his hand at me slowly, it seemed to call me over, I moved my steps with difficulty, this place is really gloomy, it is better to run away sooner if I knew this, and now I go around, in case I become like the old dead dog lying on the ground, it will be more than worth the loss.

But the speed of this corpse was extremely fast, and at this time it did not dare to escape easily. It took me almost five or six minutes to walk a few steps to the coffin, and the black palm lifted again and pointed at the corpse lying on the ground. Then he pointed to the knife beside Guan Yu again. I immediately understood what he meant, that I should retrieve the knife and bleed the old dog. Although I hated him very much before, but at this time, seeing that he has been tossed like this, it is inevitable that I am a little indecisive in my heart, and I feel that this old thing is also very difficult. To let me let my own hands bleed, I have never experienced such a bloody and cruel scene.

But when I saw those dead fish eyes, I knew it was inevitable. I had to try to communicate with him.

"He deserves to die, but after all, he is old, and his partner who killed him before must be extremely uncomfortable, so please let him go." I was almost speaking in a pleading tone, and I didn't know if I understood this thing or not.

"Don't have this kind of woman's kindness, if you don't kill him with your hands, and when he goes out, he will not remember your kindness today, but will think that it is a shame, and he will surely kill you. This is the reality, and it is a bloody way to behave. Suddenly, a voice came from ahead.

The moment I heard this voice, I was stunned for a minute. Because the voice actually came from the black corpse, and the voice was somewhat familiar, as if it had been heard somewhere.

"You can talk?" My voice trembled. A cold corpse that has been sleeping for I don't know how many years can actually spit out words again, isn't this a jing? It's no wonder that the speed is so agile, and the skill is also incredible, so there is such a reason.

"Nonsense, I can't speak, am I dumb?" The corpse threw a pair of white eyes at me, without the slightest cold death intent from before, and even felt a sense of human anger in it. "If you don't kill people and bleed again, don't blame me if your little lover dies later."

His words made me chill from head to toe in an instant. My little lover? Could it be Wang Yao, she is the only woman I know here, I thought she had something to do with here, and even had the illusion that she had become a ghost. I didn't expect this corpse to say such things at this moment, but I always felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.

But there was no time to think about it at this time, so I hurriedly ran over to retrieve the knife, and it took a great deal of effort to drag the old fellow, who was as heavy as a dead dog, to the coffin. At this moment, the jet-black corpse stood beside me, and a stream of yin qi escaped from his side and towards the surroundings. It was the first time I had seen this corpse so closely, and I felt like the jet-black skin was a leather case.

A pair of eyes swept up and down my body, and then motioned for me to feel my hands. But I carried the knife and made two strokes left and right on He Bo's neck, and I didn't know how to cut it at all. Killing chickens and fish is often done, but this is murder. The red knife went in and the white knife came out, didn't you see that the old guy He Bo's languishing eyes still showed a hint of pleading!

Just as I hesitated, the knife in my hand was dodged by a big black hand.

"What kind of man do you look like?" With a flick of his wrist, the knife sharply grazed He Bo's shriveled neck, and a stream of bright red blood permeated out, and he dragged He Bo's trembling body to sway above the black coffin. The blood was pouring down like a red waterfall, and the coffin was slowly turning red.