There are always people who say that there are no ghosts in the world, and there is nothing wrong with that. But there are always those who look like ghosts, and over time they unknowingly become ghosts and wander the world, occasionally jumping out of dark corners to send sudden greetings to strangers.

Fang Fan and Zhang Ze went up to the second floor and looked at each other when they heard the sound floating from the hut, and Zhang Ze asked in a low voice.

"What does that mean? Welcome to the music? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, be vigilant."

The two of them tiptoed close to the hut, but the glass was frosted and couldn't see what was inside. Fang Fan gave Zhang Ze a look and signaled him to be on guard. Zhang Ze nodded, and Fang Fan reached out to turn the doorknob. With a crisp click, Fang Fan pushed the door open a gap, opened his eyes and looked inside, and found that there was nothing inside. Then he waved his hand to Zhang Ze and motioned for him to come in.

The room is not big, there is an old-fashioned gramophone in the left corner, the vinyl record is still spinning on the turntable, the stylus is carefully reading the melody in every gap above, Fang Fan walked over and lifted the stylus, and the graceful music came to an abrupt end. As soon as the music stopped, the lights on the roof suddenly flickered on and off, Zhang Ze said.

"What's going on here?"

Fang Fan smiled and said.

"To create an atmosphere, there must be a decent welcome ceremony."

After that, Zhang Ze saw the words equipment cabinet written on the locker next to him, he hurriedly stepped forward to open it, Zhang Ze saw that the things inside almost didn't spit out, only to see that it had already become a maggot's home. The locker is divided into two levels, the lower level has a rain boot, maggots come in and out like a shopping mall, and the upper layer seems to be a leather apron, which is no longer visible in its original appearance over the years.

"Old Fang, I don't have anything available on my side, what about you?"

The inside of Fang Fan's cabinet was not much better than Zhang Ze's, but it was gratifying that there was still a rag. Fang Fan took out the rag and shook it, and said.

"That's all I have here."

"What is this? Does this thing work? ”

"Cover your mouth and nose with it, and it shouldn't be a problem to run through that stretch."

"But there's no water in this place."

Fang Fan said with a wicked smile.

"In difficult times, there are solutions in difficult times."

"You're not going to pee, are you?"

"There's no other way around now."

With that, Fang Fan tore the rag in half and said.

"Give, figure it out yourself."

Zhang Ze took the rag and frowned, and said to himself.

"There's no other way."

After Zhang Ze finished it, he looked at Fang Fan and asked.

"Old Fang, don't you want to get it?"

Fang Fan took out a wine jug from his body and said.

"I have this."

Zhang Ze almost burst into foul language and said.

"Then you don't take it out sooner."

"Okay, don't be so pretentious, like a, let's go."

After that, the two of them took the wet rags and came back to the road leading to the backyard, Fang Fan looked at Zhang Ze's drooping face and said.

"Still upset?"

"Why don't we change?"

Fang Fan laughed, and then wrapped the rag around his mouth and nose. Zhang Ze had no choice but to cover his mouth and nose, he took a breath, the rotten smell of the rag mixed with the stench choked directly into Zhang Ze's lungs, and the cerebral cortex received the signal of this smell and directly ordered the stomach to turn over the river and the sea, Zhang Ze vomited.

"It doesn't smell much better than the smell of dead bodies."

Fang Fan laughed again and said.

"It's okay, just get used to it by spitting and spitting."

Fang Fan went over and patted Zhang Ze on the back, and continued.

"Let's go."

A moment later, the two of them walked towards the backyard, not looking closely. It turned out that the road to the backyard was a bridge, and the scene under the bridge can be imagined, I don't know if it was a human corpse or an animal corpse, anyway, it was full of corpses. Fang Fan and Zhang Ze couldn't help but speed up their pace, and their hands kept driving away the flies, insects and ants surrounding them.

Seeing that he was about to reach the door, several tentacle-like things suddenly stretched out from the pile of corpses on both sides, and Zhang Ze was shocked.

"What the is this?"

"Run."

The two of them rushed towards the door, when the bridge under their feet suddenly shook. Those tentacles attacked them from all directions as if they had eyes, Fang Fan took out the dagger and slashed it, but the strength of the dagger didn't seem to have much effect on it. Or Zhang Ze's fangs were sharper, he shouted.

"Old Fang, keep running, I'll cover you behind."

Fang Fan kept speeding up, Zhang Ze waved his fangs behind him, and every time he slashed the tentacles, he would let out a terrible scream from the pit under the bridge. The gate was close to him, and suddenly the tentacles swept towards Fang Fan, and he suddenly shrank back, and the rotting and thorny tentacles swept over his head. Fang Fan smugly hooked the corners of his mouth, and at this moment, the originally open door was slowly closing.

Fang Fan raised his speed again, without the support of the power of the nightmare, this was already his limit, and the dust stirred up when the door was closed made Fang Fan thump his chest in chagrin. At this time, Zhang Ze had basically eliminated all those annoying tentacles, he walked to Fang Fan's side and said.

"Old Fang, what's the situation?"

"We seem to have fallen for it."

"What do you mean?"

"It looks like someone is manipulating the door and deliberately directing us to the bridge. Do you see what this looks like? ”

"What?"

"Cut off our retreat and catch the turtle in the urn."

What happened in the next scene confirmed Fang Fan's conjecture, and suddenly several tentacles emerged from the corpse pit under the bridge and attacked them, Zhang Ze pushed Fang Fan to the side, and then immediately attracted the enemy's fire to the other side, but due to the fact that the battle arena became smaller, Zhang Ze's movements were also restricted, and Fang Fan could only do it in a hurry and couldn't help.

Suddenly, Zhang Ze let out a scream of pain, and a tentacle struck his shoulder, and then pierced straight into the wall behind him, Fang Fan shouted loudly.

"Zhang Ze, how are you?"

Zhang Ze was suspended in mid-air by the tentacles, and the blood kept flowing down his body, and then the second tentacle passed through Zhang Ze's shoulder on the other side, and Zhang Ze screamed loudly again. Fang Fan shouted hysterically.

"Stop, you bastard, you have the ability to rush at me."

At this moment, a faint voice floated from the air.

"How can this be. Your life is worth more than he. ”

"Who, who, come out, you come out for me."

Fang Fan's voice was about to cry hoarse, and he kept looking for the owner of the voice in the air, but it was all in vain. The voice rang out again, and said.

"Don't look for it, as long as you have the ability to pass through this door, you can see me."

"Bastard, you wait for me."

When Fang Fan was talking to that voice, Zhang Ze had gradually recovered some of his physical strength, but because his shoulders on both sides were pierced, he didn't even have the strength to raise his arms now, but his eyes were staring at the roots of those two tentacles with fighting spirit, and he could only rely on the strength of the green snake at present, but the green snake had been seriously injured when he fought against the nightmare last time, and he didn't know if he could still fight. Zhang Ze gritted his teeth and could only fight to the death.

Suddenly, Zhang Ze roared angrily at the sky, and the blood in his whole body immediately surged, and in an instant, the wounds on his body began to bleed profusely, and at this time, there was only one thought in Zhang Ze's mind: 'Death is death.' Even if you die, you have to pull the monster in front of you down as a backing. Once the belief in his heart is firm, he will put it into action, the body of the green snake jumped out of Zhang Ze's body, and the waves of flame turned the two tentacles into ashes, and then the shadow of the green snake wrapped Zhang Ze and rushed towards the root of the tentacles, Fang Fan watched Zhang Ze's suicidal attack, and shouted hysterically again.

"Don't..."

At the moment when Zhang Ze was about to rush in, he glanced back at Fang Fan who was shouting loudly, he wasn't sure if Fang Fan saw his unwavering gaze, and the next second Zhang Ze plunged headlong into the dark abyss with his courage.

Fang Fan knelt on the ground and looked at the hollow hole smashed by Zhang Ze in the corpse pit, his heart couldn't be calm for a long time, he didn't believe that the partner who had just laughed and scolded each other with him left like this, the anger repeatedly burned his internal organs, and the twelve boy statues in the Chifeng Mountain in the distance also began to move. Suddenly, there was a loud roar from the pit, and the stench of rubble obscured the scorching sun overhead, and the screams that had just come from the pit were gone.

The fragments of the corpse were scattered aside, and a step leading to the corpse pit appeared, Fang Fan looked at the road that Zhang Ze had exchanged for his life, and he had to cheer up at this time. Fang Fan stood up slowly, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, every step he moved was like carrying a thousand catties of burden, and when he moved another step, he felt that his internal organs were pulling his limbs and walking through the knife mountain, and every blood vessel seemed to be repeatedly tested on the edge of the collapse.

Fang Fan moved down the steps step by step, and suddenly he rushed into the surrounding corpse pile like crazy, he didn't care about the stench invading his body, he didn't care about maggots crawling all over his hands, and he didn't even care about the bitter and foul-smelling corpse water splashing into his mouth where he was breathing heavily. He's looking, he's looking for the man who just protected him with his life.

"Where, where. Zhang Ze, where are you? Where did you die? Even if the explosion just blows you up, there should be a piece of meat here. I'm going to take you back to see Wanli, if I don't see you, she'll kill me, come out quickly, I beg you, I beg you. ”

Fang Fan slapped the pile of corpses hard, and the corpse pieces that had been reexposed to the sun slowly slid down on the side, making a sticky sound.

"Can't find it?"

It was that voice again, the voice that was enough for Fang Fan to break his body into pieces. At this time, this voice was like a needle piercing Fang Fan's trigeminal nerve, and he suddenly felt that the acupuncture points all over his body were opened by this sound, and countless anger burst out from the acupuncture points. He stood up and said gloomily.

"Remember, cobbler, I will make you pay with blood."

The cobbler saw that Fang Fan's eyes were already blood-red in the surveillance at this time, and said.

"I didn't expect to lose the nightmare, you still have such an anger, it's really hard to deal with."

Fang Fan sneered and replied.

"I'm going to give you a taste of nightmares."

With that, Fang Fan walked quickly along the track, and when he reached the end of the track, he saw the switch on the wall, so he pressed it without hesitation. The door that had just been closed was slowly opening.

At the same time, Zhizhi kept screaming from the tree in front of the Spring Bar, and the ice cubes in the wine glass melted and made a crisp sound in the glass.

"Wanli, Wanli."

Wanli turned her head when she heard the sound and saw Zhang Ze shouting at herself outside the door, she said.

"Come in. What are you doing standing outside, isn't it hot? ”

"Nothing, I'll come and see you."

Wanli got up and walked over to Zhang Ze, she took a step closer, and Zhang Ze took a step back. Zhang Ze suddenly said nervously.

"Don't move, just stand there. I have to leave after I finish speaking, there is something urgent. ”

Wanli was slightly stunned, smiled dryly, and said.

"You say."

"I'm going on a long trip. I'm going alone, it may take a little longer to come back this time, so you have to wait for me to come back at home. I'll bring you your favorite colorful flavored lollipops when you come back, don't come to me, I'll be back soon, love you. And one last thing, you remember that it's all my own choice, and I can't blame others. ”

With that, Zhang Ze ran into the distance. Wanli chased his figure out of the Spring Bar, and Zhang Ze waved to Wanli as he ran, shouting.

"Wait until I get back..."

Wanli stopped to look into the distance, and the sultry wind of the afternoon enveloped her like fire. The ice in the glass melted a little more, and the pounding sound of the empty glass was crisp again. Wanli suddenly straightened up, it turned out that it was just a dream just now, but it was really like the glass of water soaked in ice cubes in front of her. The sweltering wind swept through the sand and broke through the door, and the wind chimes rang incessantly, like an annoying messenger, urging the recipient over and over again.

Wanli walked over and closed the door gently, the wind was blocked by her, this was the most effective way for her to get clean at this time. Dark clouds are gathering here at some point and from nowhere. Wanli looked at the sky and asked stupidly.

"Did he tell you to tell me?"

The wind swept in front of her, and the crystal clear raindrops fell to the ground like pearls of broken threads, and soon disappeared.

In the evening, Zhonghai City is covered with a thin curtain of rain, the streets are bustling with vehicles, pedestrians are hurrying, and the traffic police are directing traffic in the rain, and they are also watching every life walking on the zebra crossing. They are the most beautiful things in the world, born with nothing, and gone without anything. The rain curtain became more and more cloudy, and the sound of the car whistle came and went, I don't know what it was urging. They wantonly flood the anger in their hearts in their ordinary and stable life, and then vent the resentment and dissatisfaction in their hearts, and behind the anxiety is a more anxious and restless soul.

At this time, in the corpse pit of the Qingfeng slaughterhouse, the heavy rain buried the stench, Fang Fan walked towards the gate step by step, the voice had already laughed at him countless times, like a tireless clown, dangling in front of him, not knowing what to fear.

Fang Fan walked into the door, the roof separated him from the heavy rain, and a gust of wind made his whole body tremble. The door behind him closed tightly, and the iron door in front of him slowly opened with a creaking sound. A refreshing fragrance wafted in, Fang Fan opened the plastic door curtain and walked into the room to see a book on the table. There is a groove in the cover, and next to it is a note that reads: 'Blood Sacrifice. Fang Fan shattered the note to death and roared angrily.

"Cobbler, stop playing these boring tricks, and show up if you have the ability. Are you still afraid that I am now a crippled person who can only play the tricks of carving insects and what kind of hero is a hero? ”

The cobbler's voice rang out again in the small room, he said.

"Agitation. Unfortunately, this didn't do much for me. ”

"Provoke your uncle, I can't wait to eat you alive now."

The cobbler snorted coldly and said.

"If you find a way to open this book, you'll be able to meet me. Otherwise, you'll just be eating in their mouths. ”

As soon as the words fell, three cages suddenly flipped out on the wall next to him, and Fang Fan watched intently. In the first cage was a crocodile, which was two or three times larger than the average crocodile. The second cage was empty. The third cage contained a dog napping. Said the cobbler.

"You have three chances, and the result of each attempt will result in whether the cage on the wall is opened or flipped back, remembering that you only have a 30% chance of winning."

"What am I going to do?"

"It's simple. Prepare the blood needed for the memorial service. ”

At this moment, a table suddenly flipped over on the wall on the other side, and there were many bottles and cans from the laboratory, said the cobbler.

"There are three sets of blood samples on the table, each from six different animals, and you have to mix them together and pour them into the grooves in the book."

Fang Fan carefully observed this groove at this time, this groove was divided into three layers, and each layer needed to be infused with blood. If the first layer of blood is added correctly, the grooves of the first layer will open, revealing the grooves of the second layer, and the same will be true of the grooves of the third layer. Fang Fan scolded.

"It's both perverted and boring."

"Fang Fan, I have long heard that you have an extraordinary brain, such a simple thing will not be difficult for you at all, I believe in your strength, come on."

"Just keep your mouth shut."

"The last sentence. The three grooves correspond to three hints, and once the cage is displayed, there will be a knife slowly cutting the rope that pulls the cage door, and you should know what will happen when the rope breaks, right? ”

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get started."

Fang Fan's eyes appeared in front of him before Zhang Ze's death, and at this time, his hands trembled unconsciously. His body was unusually cold, but the sweat on his forehead continued to flow down his temples. The crocodile in the cage seemed to be eager to come out, and its long tail kept hitting the cage and clanged, and the ground in the second cage was surging upwards little by little. Their activity seemed to wake the dog napping in the third cage, and its dark green eyes were looking over at the two nearby cages, when a dull growl came out of its throat, and then the crocodile and the ground of the second cage stopped. It closed its eyes again and buried its head in its two front paws.

Fang Fan reached out to wipe the sweat from his face, then tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes and tied it on his forehead. If sweat drips into the blood sample, it's not a joke, and although you don't understand what happens, it will definitely spoil the blood sample. Fang Fan took a deep breath, and at this time, the first prompt message appeared on the screen in front of him.