Wang Feng replied confidently that Van Gogh did not have any concerns.

Van Gogh nodded and didn't say much: "Okay! ”

He looked in the direction of the kitchen and added, "I hope I can escape." ”

"Can we go back and get our luggage first?" Wang Feng stood up and then shouted to the kitchen.

Brush!

As soon as the words fell, a kitchen knife flew from the kitchen to the table in front of them.

Wang Feng swallowed violently, and then sat down slowly.

"That's your plan?" Van Gogh frowned, then cautiously moved to Wang Feng's side.

"Looks like this plan won't work!" Wang Feng skimmed the blood-stained kitchen knife and quickly adjusted his posture.

The drunk man came out of the kitchen, still holding a bunch of things in his hands, he looked at Wang Feng and the others with a smile: "I'm sorry, I accidentally threw the kitchen knife out just now, what were you going to say just now?" I didn't hear you. ”

"Why didn't you hear clearly...... Wang Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to the drunk, "It's okay......"

"It's okay, let's eat something quickly!" The drunk put things on the table and walked to the kitchen again.

Van Gogh looked at this pile of things, not only feeling unappetizing, but also extremely nauseous.

"What is this?"

He looked at Wang Feng and then picked up a piece of meat: "There is still blood on it......

"Looks like this should be human flesh......"

"You say it's ......," Van Gogh exclaimed directly.

Wang Feng hurriedly covered Van Gogh's mouth: "Be quiet, don't let that guy hear it." ”

"You say it's human flesh?" Van Gogh nodded, trying to keep his voice quiet.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's the meat of a drunk...... The real drunk has been killed by this monster. ”

Wang Feng looked at the kitchen again and immediately stood up: "Can you go to the toilet......

The drunk turned his head to look at the two of them, his face heavy.

"Then I'll solve it right here?" Wang Feng didn't say a word, he directly took off his pants and squatted on the ground.

Van Gogh originally thought that Wang Feng was just acting, but when he heard a pop, a filthy thing lay directly on the ground, and he hurriedly ran to the door and threw up directly against the pillar.

The whole living room was filled with a stench for a while.

The drunk thought that Wang Feng had noticed something, and he was just trying to find an excuse to escape, but now it seems that Wang Feng really wanted to go to the toilet.

He glanced at Wang Feng and covered his nose: "You go and go back quickly, don't go to the toilet here." ”

Wang Feng nodded, and then walked out with his pants and bare buttocks.

"What are you still stunned about? Hurry up and get me the paper......" Wang Feng coughed, and then said to Van Gogh at the door.

Van Gogh is naturally also a smart person, so he didn't say a word, he went directly into the house and got a little paper, and then followed Wang Feng into the weeds.

He handed the paper to Wang Feng: "I thought you were just acting, who knew you were really ...... Wow, that's disgusting, right? ”

Wang Feng took the paper, and then wiped his buttocks: "When will I use it?" What a way. ”

He didn't think there was anything wrong with that, but it was the best way to escape.

Wang Feng lifted his pants and hunched over to peel off the weeds, trying not to make a sound.

Van Gogh also followed, although Wang Feng's method was not a good one, but the effect was wonderful.

The two walked for a long time, and finally returned to the station where they had been.

"I guess that guy has found out by now." Wang Feng looked at Van Gogh and rubbed his stomach: "If you go all the way from here, you should be able to reach other towns, so it will be relatively safe." ”

Van Gogh nodded: "I don't want to stay in this place for a long time." ”

The two walked to the gap and jumped over it vigorously.

Walking along the rusty railway, all the way forward, there was a sound from time to time in the weeds, as if something was lurking there, peeking at the two men in the dark.

The sky gradually darkened, and the physical strength of the two people couldn't keep up, but the town that Wang Feng said before didn't appear in his field of vision for a long time.

"There should be a little more to be done." Wang Feng panted as he looked at the railroad that had been leading to the end, and the sweat drops on his face fell down his cheeks to the ground.

Van Gogh looked behind him: "That guy shouldn't have caught up, right?" ”

Wang Feng shook his head: "An excellent hunter will not let go of his prey, and now that it is dark, this is the best time for him to act...... Of course, it's also the best time for those monsters to act. ”

Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng sharply: "Did you hear that?" Someone seems to be singing......"

Wang Feng frowned slightly, the surroundings were so quiet that he couldn't even hear the sound, let alone someone singing, he suspected that Van Gogh was hallucinating.

"Could it be your hallucination? I didn't hear anything. ”

Van Gogh shook his head and replied in the affirmative, "No, I heard someone singing......"

It suddenly began to rain in the sky, and in the grass behind the two, countless red points of light appeared around.

Looking at these dense points of light, Wang Feng couldn't help but tremble with his legs: "Run!" The monsters caught up. ”

Van Gogh didn't have time to think about it and hurriedly ran forward.

Wang Feng squinted his eyes and looked ahead: "These guys are really ghostly. ”

Countless muddy water was splashed up by the two, and the clothes on their bodies became heavier and heavier as they absorbed the rain.

Wang Feng's physical strength began to be a little exhausted, and he felt that the legs that were running were no longer his own legs.

The same is true for Van Gogh.

The two of them have been walking for a day, and their bodies are already quite tired, plus they haven't eaten anything at all this day, so their physical strength can't keep up at all.

Van Gogh looked behind him and his expression suddenly froze.

The monsters behind them were wearing huge crowns and robes, and in the gloom, the scales on their bodies emitted a gray-green glow, and those white bellies were particularly eye-catching.

The monsters weren't walking, they were jumping, chasing the two seemingly irregularly, but sometimes jumping on both legs, sometimes on all fours.

They kept making four frog barks and barking dogs, their faces were already very dull, and their surroundings were eerie.

The number is so large that it is impossible to calculate.

Van Gogh did not relax at all, sat in the muddy water, Wang Feng turned his head to look at Van Gogh, then grabbed the collar of his clothes, forced him on his back without looking back, and ran forward desperately.

"What are you frozen...... Do you want to live? Wang Feng wiped the rain from his face and scolded Van Gogh angrily.

And Van Gogh still hasn't freed himself from the shadows of those monsters.