"Alive? Still dead. ”

There were comrades in his ears, and he made a tentative voice at the strange figure in front of him.

With his voice, it gradually lengthened.

In the abyss, his echo suddenly sounded, like a huge megaphone.

Reverberates throughout the space.

"This..., what's going on."

I was a little panicked, obviously it was still silent just now, and there was no echo.

In front of him, a rickety figure appeared.

It seems that everything has become very weird.

The platoon commander glanced at the spirit monkey beside him.

He pulled the bolt of his gun and made a cover gesture.

The whole team brushed and replaced the **, and replaced the special bullets marked with red symbols.

This bullet is incredibly powerful, but it is not used by the army, it is made by the old chief, and it is specially made for the soul removal team.

In the bullet, in addition to pushing **, more is desiccant.

Because according to the experience of performing tasks in the past, any so-called "ghostly spirit" is inseparable from water.

For example, zombies controlled by fungi, and white bones that are corroded by mysterious poisonous insects in an instant.

No matter what the situation is, in the end, you can always play a sideline with science.

I resisted, sticky feeling and wiped the sweat drops from my forehead with my hands.

Because I am a communicator, I spend more time protecting communication equipment, receiving instructions from superiors, and keeping in touch.

So my equipment is a 9U pistol, and a few ***, when my teammates brush up and aim at the target in front of me with their rifles.

I could only pull out my pistol in embarrassment, reminding me to open the insurance first.

In the "cooking class", the first task is logistics, and in the past three years, I have almost never touched a gun.

Except for some major military exercises, and special circumstances, guns can be equipped.

So more often than not, I'm "cooking".

I watched the short "spirit monkey" in front of me.

Under the cover of everyone, a little closer to the road, the dry and stiff back.

I was really scared that the moment he approached, the back of the head would suddenly twist around.

Exposed black teeth, hollow eye sockets...

Until the "spirit monkey" waved at us with a "safe" gesture.

Everyone gradually let down their guard in their hearts.

"Be careful."

The platoon commander, the inadvertent exclamation, came into everyone's ears, and the iron ladder under his feet suddenly trembled.

But we obviously didn't have any shaking movements, not to mention the iron ladder, which was all carved along the stone wall.

It's not so much that in the darkness in front of you, there is a mysterious force pushing the iron ladder.

Rather, "It's moving on its own." ”

I saw that in front of me, Brother Leng's face was still covered with cold sweat.

In the face of this unknown force, everyone will have a sense of fear.

A sense of fear from the bottom of my heart.

The "spirit monkey" at the forefront looked back at us with a blank face.

The iron ladder under his feet suddenly heard the sound of breaking.

"Click..."

He was unsteady and fell.

A powerful arm grabbed the hem of his coat and swayed through the air.

The platoon commander gritted his teeth and dragged the spirit monkey to death.

All I saw was that his face was pale.

Almost bloodless.

"Don't even come here,... Feet... Not sturdy. ”

The platoon commander gritted his teeth and fastened the safety ring tied to the armed belt to the iron ladder beside him.

Many comrades-in-arms around him wanted to go up to help, but they were afraid of the iron ladder under their feet.

Suddenly, it will not be able to bear the weight and break.

It occurred to me that there seemed to be ropes in the package behind me, and I turned to open my backpack.

He pulled out the nylon rope and tied it to himself.

On the other hand, without hesitation, he threw it.

In a flash.

The slender nylon rope is like a "flower python" ambushed in the dark.

In the hands of the people, they were stretched straight.

In the end, after our unremitting efforts, we finally helped our comrades-in-arms to escape from danger.

Everyone "looked at each other" and no one spoke.

Only the comrades-in-arms around him, the sound of heavy breathing.

Along with it, the white robe wet with sweat swayed in the yin wind.

I looked at the frightened and pale spirit monkey, and just wanted to comfort him.

But when the words came to my mouth, I didn't know how to speak.

The atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

Brother Leng's voice suddenly came into his ears.

"I said monkey, you kid..., when did you become so timid, isn't it your forte to walk on the wall?"

Brother Leng's words had the flavor of a joke.

I know that he can't bear to make everyone's morale so low.

However, the next moment the words of the spirit monkey.

But it makes everyone feel like falling into an ice cave.

Forehead... Straight into a cold sweat.

The spirit monkey was silent for a while before raising his head, and said in a low voice: "I know, you may not believe it when you say it..., the moment it was dragged down." ”

"I felt a hand that was holding my left leg."

His face turned pale, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.

I knew he might not be joking, and he lifted his trouser legs.

The bare ankles, in an instant, were reflected in the dim flashlight.

A red palm print is clearly visible.

Pause.

The atmosphere became even more eerie.

No one dared to speak, and the cold wind below the abyss followed the corner.

Whirled.

Once again, "Woo... Woohoo" terrifying sound.

The platoon commander, who was at the forefront, stood up suddenly.

He placed the flashlight under the rifle.

Vigilant, look around.

"Platoon Commander..."

Everyone pulled the bolt of their guns and cheered up.

There was silence all around.

Only in the forefront, the withered figure, under the flashlight, exuded a complete weirdness.

The spirit monkey glanced at it, as if he had thought of something?

He abruptly stood up and gestured to the crowd not to move.

He pulled out his dagger and slowly approached the figure again.

I handed the rope out of my hand.

He didn't take it anymore, he tied the rope around his waist, and gradually avoided the position where he had just collapsed.

The snow-bright dagger in his hand emitted a faint cold light.

As I got closer, I could clearly see the mysterious man sitting on the hanging ladder.

In a "meditating" posture, with his back to us, his appearance is full of weirdness.

There are only a few sparse hairs on the dry, waxy skin.

The yellowed clothes on his body looked like the monk's robe in the temple, and although he didn't see his face, he looked at his outfit.

Everyone, they have already guessed in their hearts.

"This..., is it a monk?"

The spirit monkey, as if approaching him, made a "shhhhh

Signal us not to speak.

The dagger in his hand suddenly swung down, and a shriveled head flew out sideways.

He grabbed it in the palm of his hand.

In the dark.

I saw the face of this "monk".

Under the shriveled forehead, the original eye sockets reflected two black holes.

The eyeballs that were supposed to be inside were gone.

The hair on his face is still clearly visible, and it seems that he is alive and has not died for a long time.

"I thought to myself, is this the legendary six-zhang golden body, the body of the Buddhist realm is not corrupted, and the feather is flying immortal."

looked at his comrades-in-arms beside him, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

In my heart, it was like a stone falling to the ground.

Everyone walked cautiously.

To the body just now, the head of the head cut off by the spirit monkey.

There was another pause.

looked carefully at the "dry corpse" in front of him.