I watched as the wriggling, extended, and fluttering tentacles grew and grew, and I screamed out of my throat. Finally, the head of the suspected infected person was fully revealed under my horrified gaze.

“…… it!! "When I saw that face, I was so scared that my face turned blue.

It's a rotten face. The upper part of the "face" burst out with countless tentacles, and the lower half was even more disgusting than the upper part - a thick layer of white flesh fat on the face seemed to be melted, revealing many holes. Between the holes was a somewhat charred and blackened piece of skin underneath, contrasting with the white of the upper layer. And what makes a color impact is the bright red lips that barely hang at the bottom of the meat fat, strangely reminiscent of bewitching cinnabar.

I was so frightened that my face instantly turned bloodless and trembled like chaff: this ...... It's really the corpse in the coffin!! It's just that it seems to be significantly more terrifying than before. Did he really cheat the corpse?! What should I do now?!!

At this moment, the "corpse" let out a low "uh-uh" sound from its throat, and then a foul smell wafted from its face.

"Woo ...... evil" Even the fear of extinction still can't eliminate this physiological feeling of nausea. I looked down and vomited.

At this time, I noticed a very interesting detail of this "corpse"—a very white and slender hand that had been stripped of the upper twisted flesh from the beams and pillars.

Hey? …… Wouldn't this hand be a little too disagreeable?

A faint conjecture suddenly gave me great courage. I immediately suppressed the still churning nausea, quickly stretched out my hand, grabbed the skin on it and began to pull it down.

"Stab", the skin of my face was easily torn off, and at the same time, a lot of black blood sprayed on the antibacterial suit in front of me and the helmet of Fang Jun on my face.

Then, when the blood was finished, I looked directly at the familiar face beneath the blood, trying to make my voice calmer: "...... Ono, is that you? …… Can you explain to me why you're in this corpse? ”

The face in front of him, which was stained with blood and looked a little unrecognizable, could still vaguely see the outline of the young man with beautiful eyebrows and bright eyes who had only been seen once. Even if the whole body is so strangely wrapped in a strange corpse. The gaze is still as soft and clear as before. The slightly fluffy and scattered hair at the beginning. At this moment, it has long been stained with blood and tangled. My head was clearly reflected in my eyes, as if some kind of fine light was flowing.

The only difference was that the top of his head had been torn open at this time, and many more tentacles burst out of it. Seeing that the matter has been revealed. He curled his lips and smiled. The bone spurs that had been hidden to avoid revealing his identity were also stretched out - I saw him propping up his upper body. The body began to burst out of a long, narrow vertical downward opening, and then from the bloody wound, a row of sharp, barbed bone spurs stabbed out. I gasped. These bone spurs are stronger and longer than they look like before, and the tips of the bone spurs are faintly black, which seems to be poisonous.

How so?!

I trembled and said, "Ono? …… It's you, right? …… Don't you want to explain? …… But how did you end up like this? Haven't you changed back? The medicine I gave you should be enough to keep you in human form for a while, huh? ……”

Suddenly thought of a possibility: Could it be that after he was captured by Xiaomo, he was dragged away...... Transformed!? I was taken aback by my own idea, and immediately rejected it myself: Where will Xiaomo transform people? It's really been a lot of strange things lately, and even my own ideas have become weird.

But it's clear that Ono in front of him is aggressive. Unlike the gentle Ono I had met in the underground passages before, his smile was cruel and cold at the moment. I still tightened my grip on the dagger in my hand at this time, ready to defend.

Sure enough, he didn't seem to have any intention of answering my question, and aimed directly at my carotid artery for a sprint onslaught. I narrowly avoided it, and a cold sweat broke out at once--if he had succeeded just now, I really didn't think I would have seen the sun tomorrow--and because of the thorns all over his body, he didn't know where to swing the dagger, and he was afraid that not only did he not get it, but he also injured his own hand.

At the moment when I hesitated, Ono seized the opportunity again, and the dense tentacles immediately wrapped me tightly, tightening more and more, as if he was planning to use the method of sealing my airway to kill me.

Even though I wielded the dagger in my hand desperately, the effect was only a drop in the bucket compared to the endless flow of tentacles. Immediately, I was really afraid: Is it really going to die here today? Being killed by someone you originally trusted, in such an inexplicable way?

Immediately full of unwillingness. But as the air was taken away, the lungs became more and more painful, and the strength of the whole body was gradually withdrawn. Just when I was about to give up resisting, I suddenly heard a sharp scream coming from beside me, and then the tentacles that were holding me tightly on my body suddenly all let go. At that moment, I felt as if I had been fished back from hell, and I quickly gasped for the hard-won precious air.

Because of the lack of oxygen, there were still some flowers in front of me, and I vaguely saw that it seemed that my brother had thrown those two swords over in some way, one in Ono's shoulder, and the other directly into his head, almost splitting his head in two.

No wonder the scream just now was so terrible. I coughed and moved as far back as I could, so as not to accidentally get hurt by Ono, who was in a rampage at the moment.

When my vision became clearer, I turned my head to look over at my brother. I saw my brother with a big bow on his back, trying to climb down, trying to get to my side as soon as possible.

I wondered where that bow came from...... Why are there so many things over there, why I haven't even had a single hair here after looking for a long time, it's so unfair......

But he didn't think deeply about why his younger brother, as an ordinary high school student, could have such a great strength to pull such a big bow, and shoot two swords with a certain weight directly and accurately into his face. (To be continued.) )