After walking some distance, I looked back at the staircase in the basement and saw no woman in a white dress.

After approaching the hanging object, Yan Junze climbed onto a wooden box on the ground, reached out and touched it, and confirmed that it was a corpse.

The corpse's high level of decomposition had passed, and only one skeleton remained, but the white dress was very tattered, but the surface of the white dress was covered with a thick layer of ash, and it was no longer possible to tell whether it was a skirt or ordinary clothes.

Yan Junze wondered, it was already like this, would the tongue that came out be intact?

I'm afraid it's already rotten into slag.

The wooden box under his feet was not high enough, and with surprise in his heart, he carefully stepped on the box and turned to the front of the hanged woman.

The box made a clicking sound, as if it would be trampled on at any moment.

Yan Junze stood cautiously, then looked up, and then was stunned.

I saw that in the skeletal face with a cloak of hair, a soft tongue hung down, and only this tongue and hair were still there all over the body.

Yan Junze looked at the direction of the staircase in the basement, and under the light of the flashlight, he didn't see Ye Zhennan's ghost.

There's still enough time.

He thought about it, held back his nausea, and reached over on tiptoe.

Because the tongue hangs down nearly ten centimeters, even if you are just standing on the wooden box, you can still reach out and touch it.

The consequences of touching were not as Yan Junze imagined, it shattered or turned into powder when touched, this tongue turned out to be soft and fresh, almost indistinguishable from the freshly killed pig's tongue.

A greasy feeling welled up in his heart, Yan Junze shivered, lowered his head, and saw if there was anything else that could make him stand taller.

Because now at this height, you can only feel the tongue, and you can't put the tongue back into the skeleton's mouth.

Under the light of the flashlight, he soon saw a herringbone ladder, the ladder fell to the ground, and the accumulated dust almost drowned it, and if he did not look closely, he would not have noticed the existence of this herringbone ladder.

Yan Junze was about to jump off the wooden box, hold up the herringbone ladder, and then climb up. After waiting for his height to be level with the height of the corpse hanging, he will find a way to stuff his tongue back into Ye Zhennan's mouth.

But before jumping off the wooden box, he was alert and glanced back at the staircase in the basement again.

I saw a pair of feet in a white dress already appear at the stairs, standing on the steps to the basement, and there were still three steps to go down to the basement.

Those feet, under the light of the flashlight placed in Yan Junze's sight, were particularly eye-catching.

"It's already here."

Yan Junze didn't dare to delay any longer, jumped off the wooden box suddenly, and lifted up the dusty herringbone ladder on the ground, and a large amount of dust filled the air, making him choke several times.

Steady the herringbone ladder, he immediately climbed up non-stop.

The herringbone ladder made a gurgling sound, and it seemed that it had fallen into disrepair, and I was afraid that if the range of action was a little larger, I would have to step on the wooden strip under my feet directly.

He quickly slowed down and stepped on the previous step, and only then did he dare to take the second step.

Climb to the top of the herringbone ladder in the penultimate section and step over the ladder with your legs to keep your body steady. The height now was enough for him to be able to put his tongue into the mouth of Ye Zhennan's corpse.

Before grabbing his tongue, Yan Junze glanced at the staircase in the basement again, where the feet of the white leather shoes were still standing.

Yan Junze was overjoyed in his heart, and secretly thought that Ye Zhennan's ghost had better just stand there and wait for him to complete the task before coming down.

After all, I'm fighting for her beauty now!

Stretch out your right hand and gently grasp the tongue that has been pulled down, it is soft, and because there is no saliva, there is no slippery feeling.

The goosebumps on Yan Junze's arms kept rising, subsided, and swelled again......

Grabbing his tongue with one hand, he couldn't stuff it into Ye Zhennan's skeleton's mouth at all, there was no way, Yan Junze put the flashlight in his mouth, opened the bow left and right with both hands, grabbed the soft tongue and stuffed it into the skeleton's mouth.

However, he soon discovered that the skeleton's upper and lower jaws were loose and could not be closed, and the tongue was half-stuffed in, and soon slipped out again.

"That's not going to work."

Yan Junze shook his head, held his tongue in both hands, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the staircase in the basement.

Then he shook violently, and saw that the feet that were standing on the steps just now were gone.

Under the light of the flashlight at the top of the staircase, there was nothing.

"Did you go upstairs? Or did you go down to the basement? Yan Junze's heart was beating like a drum.

Hurriedly turned his head, and the flashlight light in his mouth quickly swept around, as if he didn't see Ye Zhennan's ghost.

It was impossible to go up, the woman's ghost must have entered the basement.

Yan Junze knew that he had to speed up, and he forced himself to turn his attention to the long tongue, grabbed the tongue, and slammed it into the skeleton's mouth again.

At the same time, this time he finally saw clearly what kind of structure Ye Zhennan's corpse was in the mouth.

I saw that inside the mouth that connected the end of the tongue, there was a mass of spider silk that firmly held the tongue firmly and prevented it from sliding off completely.

If you can insert the sharp end of the tongue and stick to the adhesive, the whole tongue will not slip off even if it is completely inserted.

Yan Junze had an idea.

Just as he was about to plug his tongue with both hands, a faint voice suddenly sounded behind him, as if he had something in his mouth, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Same as before the rollback, this time, Yan Junze, who is as witty as me (the author), understands again, and the meaning of this sentence is roughly "What are you doing?" ”

The voice sounded right behind his head, so that he didn't dare to look back at all, otherwise he would be staring at him with wide eyes when he turned his head.

Mr. Yin and Yang Lin Yishan once said that he couldn't look at Ye Zhennan, so after the voice sounded, Yan Junze just shook coldly, and then continued to work hard to plug his tongue.

It is conceivable that at this moment, Ye Zhennan's ghost is suspended in the air, parallel to him stepping on the herringbone ladder.

"Let go!"

The instinct to protect his body was stimulated, and the woman behind him shouted indistinctly this time.

"I'm helping you!"

It's just that instead of letting go, Yan Junze pinched the fat and greasy tongue and stuffed it even harder, and tried his best to stick the sharp end to the innermost piece of adhesive.

Call!

Yan Junze suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and the ghost's hands pinched his neck. The flashlight in his mouth fell, just on the board in the middle of the top of the herringbone ladder.

Almost subconsciously, Yan Junze was about to pull back.

But he knew that this moment was a race against time, and if he glued his tongue before the ghosts, it would be done.

And the most critical problem is that he must always pay attention to his breathing, if he feels that he can't breathe, and it is almost to the point of suffocation, then he has to turn back.

But fortunately, the power of this woman's ghost did not reach its peak at the moment of choking his neck, otherwise Yan Junze's eyes would bulge down.

The strength of her hands is only gradually increasing, which provides Yan Junze with a chance to plug his tongue and fight once.

But even so, at this moment, he still felt that his head was swollen, he could not breathe, and his neck seemed to be bound by a steel hoop.

Grabbing the tip of the long tongue with his left hand, he slammed it into the position of the adhesive, and pressed it hard against that place, and then Yan Junze let go of his hand.

This time, the tongue steadied and didn't slip out of the mouth again.

[Tongue, Panic (Medium), completed, gain 300 points of energy from another dimension.] 】