There is no moon on a snowy night.

There are only thick shadows... Forward... Further on...

There is no difference between darkness and darkness, but the darkness of the cedar forest here gives Xicheng a thick, cohesive, and heavy feeling.

Everything around was silent, as if the terrible, hoarse screams had never been heard at all.

The air was filled with blood, and it rushed to the nose.

In front of the West Castle style, there is a humanoid piece of meat that is constantly wriggling.

"What is this?"

Nishijoshiki narrowed his eyes and raised the flashlight in his hand.

The layers of white carrion were piled up and barely coalesced into the shape of a 'human'.

The other party is about three meters, and when you look at it from the Xicheng style, you can see that the facial features of the other party's head are randomly patched down and are sliding down.

The excessive rancid smell mixed with the smell of blood made people want to vomit so disgustingly that they couldn't help but frown their eyebrows around Xicheng.

Takishima Yuki behind her also hurriedly came out with a flashlight, but when she saw everything in front of her, she simply screamed, and the whole person took two steps back.

Smack!

The touch of flesh being trampled under my feet came from underfoot.

Takishima Yuki's eyes shrank, and he couldn't help but shine his flashlight on the ground.

The blood and sticky flesh pulled out the threads, making a disgusting sound that people didn't want to hear.

On the soles of Takishima Yuki's feet, the arms softened by the slime have been trampled beyond recognition.

But even then, you can see that it is a human arm.

"Woo!!"

Cold sweat instantly wet his back, Takishima Yuki let out a frightened whining, and the whole person jumped away like a frightened rabbit.

Xicheng style can say that this 'woo' is the most tragic and terrifying of the 'woo woo' he has heard so many times in Takishima snow.

"West, West! Let's run! ”

Nishijo-style hand is held by Takishima Yuki.

She looked at the squirming humanoid monster and tugged at Xicheng-style arms, her voice distorted with fear.

But even so, she didn't plan to let go.

Xicheng style is obviously this has been scared silly.

If she lets go, maybe Xicheng Style will be attacked by this monster, and tomorrow she can only come over to collect the body of Xicheng Shishi.

Now you can only run! Hurry up and run!

But Takishima Yuki was soon depressed and almost vomited blood.

She found that she couldn't pull the West Side style at all, and the human pestle was like a telephone pole here.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Xicheng, we still have a chance to go now."

Takishima Yuki couldn't help but speak comfortingly.

But Nishijo still didn't say a word, if it weren't for the warmth in his hands, Takishima Yuki would have suspected that he was dead.

After trying two or three times, I still couldn't pull the Xicheng-style Takishima Snow couldn't help but let out a sad 'woo',

It's over! It's hopeless! She's afraid she's really going to die here with Xicheng.

Takishima's snow heart is like ashes.

"It's useless to run, it's snowing so hard, and there is no place to shelter from the wind and snow, and both of us will also freeze to death."

Xicheng Shishi, who had not spoken all this time, finally spoke.

What he said made a lot of sense, and Takishima Yuki couldn't refute it.

Indeed, in such uninhabited mountains, abandoning the tent and leaving is undoubtedly the most stupid thing to do.

In fact, Takishima Yuki is now feeling a little chilly in her body.

"But—" Takishima Yuki opened her mouth with difficulty, "I—What else can we do?" ”

Oh, yes... What else can I do?

Could it be that you still expect Xicheng to bring down this kind of monster?

Takishima Yuki is a girl with a particularly keen sense of observation.

From the moment she stepped on the severed arm of the person just now, she knew that the monster in front of her was not something she and Xicheng could deal with.

Because even cutting off someone's arm is a very difficult thing to do.

Tear off a person's arm like a lump of flesh monsters... What a terrifying wrist force does that have to be?

Think about it, and the surface of that arm is still corroded by a viscous solution.

This means that the monster can also secrete a slime that corrodes the human body.

If it sticks, it's not a casual thing.

So run for your life! It's impossible for either her or Nishigi to kill each other!

Just when Takishima Xue wanted to persuade Xicheng again, she saw Xicheng-style half-bow and make a forward sprint.

Confused by his sudden action, Takishima Xue subconsciously asked:

"What do you—what do you want to do? Xicheng...? ”

Before she could finish her words, she had already seen the whole person of Xicheng-style rush towards the carrion humanoid monster with indescribable speed.

Left his simple words in place -

"I want to do it."

Belch...

"Woo!!"

Takishima Yuki's mouth opened wide and the whole person stayed in place.

Looking at the Xicheng style who rushed directly towards the rotten monster, she had only one thought in her head-

Finished.

Xicheng style rushed over like this, and he was simply looking for death.

Compared to the three-meter-tall carrion humanoid monster opposite, Xicheng's demeanor was like a bicycle rushing towards a large truck.

And then—

Boom!!!!!!

The plot of a bicycle hitting a truck happened.

But...

Goo.

Takishima swallowed.

In her sight.

Pieces of meat flying!

Sticky, disgusting liquid is everywhere.

But it wasn't a piece of flesh that was splattered by the breaking limbs and the exploding body.

It's that... It looks like a humanoid piece of rotten flesh that is more than three meters tall.

Goo-Du –

Takishima Yuki swallowed again.

As mentioned earlier, she is a keen observer.

In the blurred light of the flashlight, she could see it clearly.

Xicheng's body was wrapped in an abnormal white mist and black gas.

He slammed into it with mist and black gas—and smashed the lump of flesh to pieces.

She shrank her head and swallowed a few more mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty.

In the third grade of junior high school, she obviously didn't know how to deal with the matter in front of her.

But fortunately, Xicheng didn't care about her.

He just looked thoughtfully at his right hand.

When he removed the lump of flesh just now, he used the mist and death qi of the White Mist Family's spirit tool.

Both of these energies were able to be shaped and condensed into entities with his mind.

And in terms of lethality...

Nishijo-shiki staggered his eyes and looked at the pieces of meat on the ground.

It's lethal...

Xicheng nodded inwardly, and then lowered his body to look at the two 'group' corpses lying horizontally.

The reason why 'regiment' is used here to describe ... It's because everything in front of you is too tragic.

The human body is dissolved, and the facial features are squeezed together like wax and oil, and they are unrecognizable.

This is real, even if my own mother comes, I can't recognize their identity.

But... Just by the clothes and hair color, you can barely know who is who.

Noshitaka, who has dyed yellow hair, has been half eaten and his right hand is gone.

The lower half of his body was gnawed pitted, and the bright red flesh of the soft and brushed silk shone under the light of the flashlight.

The other Yamamoto Hiro's state is relatively natural, that is, most of his head is gnawed, and the rest of his body is almost dissolved by mucus - also to the point where he can draw wire.

Look at the miserable appearance of these two people.

Xicheng couldn't help but raise his head.

Now... It's still a dense forest of cedar trees.

A cold wind –

Whirring.