The current situation is that people are swordsman, and I am fish and meat, and I say that I am not nervous, but it is fake. After reciting the five-character proverb in my heart a few times, I forced myself to calm down and began to think of ways to get out.

In the backpack on my back, there are nine peach stakes and a few runes. Especially this nine-spirit peach stake, because it is the body of a demon, it is no problem to deal with tricks, but there is no way to deal with the living dead such as zombie zongzi.

So from the moment I was entangled with the zombies until now, it has been lying silently in my backpack, unresponsive. Even if it worked, now that my hands are tied, it will be for nothing.

It's been half an hour since the rescuer little stinky fart was separated from us, and I don't know if the little girl has found the corpse boy's true body.

The art of war is cloudy, and knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

In order to know what the clown in front of me was, and to help the little stinky fart delay time, I exchanged glances with the fat man, and was the first to break the silence, and asked him if he had caught the wrong person?

The so-called unjust debtor has the owner, going out and turning right is conquest, we don't know each other, how can we come up and see each other.

"Hahahahaha......"

My words caused the clown to laugh for a long time, his stiff neck swaying back and forth, creaking and crunching, making people feel like it was going to break off at any moment, and the frightened unicycle also swayed even more violently and crumbling.

It took a long time for it to stop laughing, and its little dry hand waved lightly in the air.

The living dead who had been retreating seemed to have received some kind of order, and began to slowly pour onto the stage again, and threw themselves to the ground in five bodies in sequence very regularly, end to end, and the people who watched were confused.

The clown finally spoke, and instead of answering my question, he leisurely asked a sentence that I hadn't thought of: "Su Bai, do you know how Dongzi died?" ”

Its eyes were hollow, as if it were talking to me, and it seemed to be muttering to itself.

I felt like my throat was being pinched by an invisible hand!

The voice of this clown is a crisp child's voice, and it is a female voice, like a little girl who is talking right, and I feel a chill in my back when I hear it.

I will never forget that voice. At that time, in the underground garage of Tiancheng Community, this girl's voice even sang us an unknown weird children's rhyme!

The clown in front of him is indeed the escaped corpse boy!

But this corpse boy is very different from the first time I saw it, why did it become like this? Is it just possessed by a clown puppet? I just can't figure it out.

Possession is something I've said before, whether it's the upper body of an ordinary evil thing or the possession of a god through runes, mudras, or spells, the essence of it is to enhance one's own abilities with the help of entities.

But the question is, what strength can such a dilapidated puppet clown, who is less than a meter tall, have?

From this playground that appeared out of thin air, it can be inferred that this corpse boy must not have escaped here for a while. Her abilities are also different from what they used to be, and you can get a glimpse of them just from the huge number of zombies who obey her orders.

It stands to reason that finding a random zombie possession is a hundred times better than the puppet body of this clown, at least it has some combat effectiveness. The corpse boy's approach really puzzles me.

As for Dongzi's death, I believe no one will know better than me. Not only did I read a lot of files in the Secret Service, but I also heard Dongzi's own narration in the Secret Realm.

"Dongzi died too miserably, hehehehe......" The clown said to himself: "He fell from such a high building, his head was broken, and his brain was smeared on the ground, like a tofu brain......"

"The stomach was also punctured by ribs, and the intestines and internal organs were mixed with blood and body night, and they were steaming, and they were splashed all over the ground, and there was a large pool of minced flesh...... Tsk......"

I felt my stomach twitch and I gritted my teeth and didn't speak.

The clown continued, as if he were reminiscing about a delicacy he had tasted.

"This guy is too timid, he actually collapsed the moment he walked on the rooftop, he pleaded with me, and peed his pants in fright as he spoke...... Hey...... His expression at that time...... Hey, hey, hey......"

"There is still He Er, he is not as happy as Dongzi...... But the bone chopping knife he carried with him was really fast, and he easily cut off his feet, tsk......tt"

"You humans divide pork into several large regions and make the best use of it, in fact, I want to tell you that the distinction of pork is the same for people!"

"He Er has been divided by me, from ribs to bone sticks, it's just that you are violent, taking pictures and filing cases, in fact, you should have gone straight to the pot, right?"

Listening to this innocent but incomparably vicious voice, my stomach felt indescribably disgusting, and the black shadows that wrapped around my limbs seemed to work harder, suffocating my chest.

What's even more terrifying is that this guy's words seem to have some kind of magic, and although I try my best to reject them, they drill into my head one by one, and keep reverberating and reverberating, making me feel like my whole person is starting to become groggy.

Captain Wang on the side trembled even more, and I even heard the sound of his upper and lower teeth colliding.

The fat man finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to scold: "You dead perverted murderer, disgusting female hooligan!" There is a kind of you let go of the fat man, see that I don't kill you turtle grandson! I know how to pick up soft persimmons and pinch them, what a skill...... Phew! ”

"Hahaha......" The fat man's scolding made the clown laugh even more, and his voice was vicious: "Don't worry, dead fatty, I will let the three of you die worse than them!" ”

"You all deserve it, I must let you taste a hundred times the pain of my dead mother and brother, and you can't live if you can't die...... Hey, hey, hey...... Hahaha......"

In the midst of its wild laughter, I was surprised to find that the living dead who poured onto the circular stage formed a strange figure from head to tail.

Its outer ring is a standard circle, and in the middle of the circle is a shape similar to the letter W, which is connected to the black shadows at the feet of the outer ring, the Joker, Captain Wang, me, and the fat man.

Almost instantly, it reminded me of a horror movie I had watched - "Human Centipede". I didn't have a good impression of this film, it was more appropriate to say that it was disgusting than terrifying.

With the completion of this strange shape, I only felt that in the black quagmire of fright, several fine flying shadows rose in an instant, and it turned out to be the kind of tentacles like vines!

They were like vicious vipers, wrapping me from head to toe and shrinking and twisting, easily piercing my jacket and trousers, and quickly burrowing into the flesh!

These vines not only entwined us, but even wound the zombies that were connected end to end in strange shapes, tightly tied together, round and round.

At the same time, my head was like a beating, my eyes were blackened, my ears were filled with the horrible laughter of the clown, and my head was getting heavier and heavier......