"It's a shame that such a good material actually failed." In the dimly lit aisle, the dwarf Nevin' twisters were pushing a flatbed truck, on which lay a corpse covered in a white cloth. There was a look of regret in Neiwen's tone: "This is the most complete corpse I have ever seen."

"Elves, Wanderers. Dying of a shattered soul, if it weren't for the interference of the banishment mark, the resurrection experiment would have been a success. Another dwarf Mecartos' Hugo took out a notepad as he followed the flatbed and began to record, "Whatever the reason for failure, it must be recorded in detail." ”

Mercatos then lifted the white cloth that covered the corpse, revealing a pretty, pale face underneath. In terms of appearance, this corpse was a very beautiful elf, with a melon seed face, thin lips, a high nose, thin eyebrows, shoulder-length reddish-brown hair, and slender ears that were at least ten centimeters above the top of the head. But a deep scar on the left eye went straight from the forehead to the left cheekbone, ruining the entire appearance.

"These ears are really long, this is the canary of elves? Is this a boy or a girl? Looking at the corpse's face, Newen asked in surprise. Although Newen had seen the corpse during the resurrection experiment, he had always thought it was a girl.

"It's a boy, and the canary is the male of the elves who looks like a woman, and they are more talented in fighting than ordinary elves." Mercatos replied as he scribbled in his notebook.

The subject is an elven male, canary, age 15, an elven banisher, who died of a broken soul and failed to resurrect due to the interference of the banishment sigil, and all future experiments of this kind must be stripped of all imprints from the subject.

"Hey, internal temperature." Halfway through writing, Merkatos suddenly thought of something: "Let's give our little beauty a name." ”

"To him?" Newen looked at the corpse lying on the stretcher and pondered for a while, and then his eyes suddenly lit up: "Let's call it Imis." ”

"Well, it's not bad." Mercatos wrote his name on the booklet in his hand, and then put it away, by which time Newen had pushed the flatbed to a hole.

Behind the entrance to the cave is a mass grave, a place dedicated to the disposal of corpses.

"You're home, Imis, and good luck next time." Internal heating and Merkatos combined to lift one end of the flatbed cart, and the elven corpse on the cart quickly slid into the mass grave.

It is a huge natural cave with thousands of half-decomposed corpses piled up in a small mountain. These are relatively complete test items collected from the battlefield and used to resurrect gnomes, but they are all unsuccessful experiments.

The elf, known as Imis, was lying at the top of the hill, two flies crawling on the elf's pale face.

Unlike the other decomposing corpses, though, a hint of blood began to appear on the elf's face, and then ......

The elf's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing green eyes, and the elf looked at the corpse pressed against him with a confused expression, and then the confused expression on his face turned into horror, and began to struggle frantically, and soon lifted the corpse pressed on his body.

After the corpse was gone, the elf jumped up suddenly, but fell directly from the corpse mountain because of his unsteady standing.

"It's a dog!" After lying on the ground for a while, the elf finally recovered, first looking at the hill behind him made of corpses, and then at several crematoriums in the distance, feeling that the whole person was going to Sparta.

At this time, in the body of the elf, there was a soul named Lin Wen. Lin Wen originally played World of Warcraft at home, played a little late, and didn't go to bed until 4 o'clock in the morning, but woke up and came to this place.

"What the hell is going on? Practical joke? Movie? Or is it crossing? Lin Wen got up from the ground, moved his body that was about to fall apart, and while looking left and right, he walked in the direction of the crematorium, where there might be a passage to leave this large corpse pile.

After taking two steps, Lin Wen suddenly found that something was wrong, generally speaking, the field of vision of normal people is nearly 180 °, but Lin Wen found that his field of vision seemed to be only 100 °, and the things on the left had to tilt his head to see, in other words, his left eye could not see things. This terrifying conclusion made Lin Wen close his right eye and try it, and sure enough, except for some hazy bright spots, his left eye really couldn't see anything at all.

Oh my god! I'm a one-eyed dragon! Lin Wen couldn't accept this phenomenon, and subconsciously reached out to touch his left eye, and suddenly touched the long scar that passed through his eye.

And there was a slimy feeling when I touched it, and it hurt a little, so I saw blood on my hand.

Basically, you can rule out the option of pranks or movies.,Mischief doesn't have to really blind people in one eye.,This already belongs to the category of intentional injury.,And the movie won't really take a thousand corpses to pile up a hill.,The only explanation is that you crossed it yourself.。

The problem in his eyes made Lin Wen not notice the changes in other aspects of himself, and at this time, Lin Wen thought about leaving this ghost place full of corpses quickly.

Holding his left eye with one hand, Lin Wen stumbled in the direction of the crematorium, unable to see with one eye made Lin Wen lose the ability to analyze distances, and it was a little difficult to walk on the rugged stone ground with his bare feet.

Soon, Lin Wen found a low wooden door that was closed, and there were still fresh friction marks on the ground, which seemed to have been walked by not long ago.

Lin Wen tried to push the wooden door, but found that the wooden door did not move at all, and when he was puzzled, he suddenly saw a grip on the wall next to him.

Oh, and the place to open the door is here.

Lin Wen grabbed the grip and pressed it down, and the wooden door opened with a creak.

As a result, a little bald man with a frightened face, as if he had seen a ghost, stood behind the door.

"Fraud, fraud, fraud!" Don't look at this guy's small size, his voice is quite loud, this voice roared so that Lin Wen's eyes were ghosted, Lin Wen subconsciously clenched his fist and hit this guy in the face, and the advantage brought by his high position suddenly knocked this little man to the ground.

"Shut up!" Lin Wen rubbed his still buzzing ears and said to the little man in front of him.

"You, you, don't come here......" Nei Wen sat on the ground and looked at the "walking corpse" in front of him, his heart was full of horror, and his hands and feet moved backwards, although he couldn't see the person's face clearly because of the light, but behind the wooden door was a mass grave specially used to dispose of corpses, and what else could it be that crawled out of it was not a dead person?