I used to hear my father say a slang phrase that if you don't worry about what seems difficult, as long as you do it, there will always be a day when it will be done, and if you keep watching it, you will never be able to complete it.

I'm in this state now, my right hand is always up, my arm is very sore, I leaned against the door and rested for a while, and then I started to feel the wall on the right, and the surprise came earlier than I expected, I probed about a dozen columns, and I found a very small metal key in a hole in the middle, which was different from what I imagined, there were no worms in this hole.

The difficulties have passed, and I have no regrets, and the achievements I have made are the best, even if there are many detours ahead, as long as the result is achieved in the end, it is perfect.

I rubbed the key out along the wall of the cave, wiped the insect liquid on my finger on the wall, put the key into the lock hole, and with a slight turn, the door opened.

As soon as the door opened, I could smell a strong smell of corpse oil, which quickly faded and my sense of smell began to get used to it.

It was still pitch black behind the door, and my heart was beating wildly again, if it was before, I thought it was a bad smell at most, but if I really smelled the corpse oil, I would never forget it.

There are corpses in this room.

I stood at the door, not daring to go in at all, and after waiting for dozens of seconds, nothing pounced, and the smell of corpse oil was in front of me, in the darkness that I couldn't see.

I hesitated for a while and walked in, it was not a way to stand here all the time, it didn't look like a living thing, if it was a corpse, I had seen it no matter how terrifying it was, there was nothing to be afraid of.

I comforted myself, but it didn't work at all, the more I thought of the strange corpses I saw before, and I raised my hand to touch the wall next to the door, but I didn't expect to touch it as soon as I stretched out my hand.

The walls on both sides were close together, and here it was narrow, so much so that it was a room, more like a cemetery, and there was darkness ahead, and I couldn't tell how long it was.

The door slammed shut behind me, and I almost screamed, and I remembered what Agawa had said, but I stood for a while before my heartbeat calmed down.

The key was still to be found, and I wanted to go to the end first to see how far it was like last time, but as soon as I took three steps, I slammed into a large object.

"Ahh

I screamed and quickly backed away, my back "banging" against the door panel, and I could feel the thing being hoisted, it visibly shaking.

The smell of corpse oil was stronger, and I wanted to take a big breath and be disgusted, I had already guessed that there must be a corpse hanging there.

I understood the meaning of this room, so that I could overcome the fear of the dead.

I cursed in my heart, it was not a person who could come up with such a perverted trick, and I was sure that the key must be on this dead man.

Bugs are nothing compared to dead people, and I can't help but despair, this is only the second room, but I am afraid that the situation will get worse and worse in the future.

I could feel the smell of corpse oil blowing on my face with the slight wind, the hanging corpse was still shaking, and I touched the walls on both sides from top to bottom with a fluke mentality, the walls were smooth and there was nothing.

The key must be on the corpse, and their test questions are not disguised at all, so that people can see through it at a glance, and it is blatantly placed in front of you, forcing you to touch it.

I took a deep breath and walked up, I had even seen living corpses, and I was afraid of a dead corpse, a hanging guy, where could it compare to hell on earth under the snowy mountains, at that time I could run alone in the dark, let alone here.

I slowly stretched out my hand and touched it, it was still wearing clothes, but with a little force, the rotten pieces of cloth fell like snowflakes, the Mo family really dared to do it, this was obviously an ancient corpse pulled out of the tomb.

I touched the corpse's arm, the flesh and bone were clearly textured under my fingertips, the corpse was already dry, like a skinned skeleton, and I resisted the discomfort to touch the corpse's hand, its hand curled up, and the key was probably inside.

The corpse's hands were dry and hard, and the long nails scraped against my skin, and I couldn't help but retract my hands, feeling sweat all over my back.

It was dead and could not move again, and I comforted myself as I reached out again, and I carefully avoided its nails, and when I touched it from the side, its hand was so hard that I couldn't break it with a lot of effort.

"Smack."

There was a crisp sound below, and I seemed to have broken the nails of the corpse, so frightened that I quickly retracted my hand, and silently thought in my heart that it was the Mo family who hung you up, looking for them to find them.

The corpse did not react, it had been dead for many years, and even if there was a soul, it should have been reincarnated a long time ago, my heart was crossed, and the hand that grabbed the corpse broke its finger bones with force, and the palm of the hand was opened, but there was nothing inside.

It can't be in the other hand, right?

I turned to one side and grabbed his other hand quickly, and I had to do it anyway, it was better to cut through the mess with a quick knife, and I could suffer a little less.

Or not, I was shocked, I put down its hand and didn't know what to do, if it wasn't in my hand, where else could it be?

I retreated to the door again, and the thought of a dried corpse leaning face to face with me was uncomfortable, and the darkness had provided me with shelter, and out of sight was probably what it was.

The appearance of the dried corpse must be terrifying, if there is any more dim light, I will definitely jump in fright, my left foot is very sore, I have been holding up for too long.

I sat down slowly by the door, and after staying for a long time, I gradually lost the smell of corpse oil, which made me panic, I always unconsciously remembered how they came back to life, and the female corpse that I had carried at the beginning was also dry and unlikely, but she would still be corpsed.

Its finger bones have been broken by me, even if the corpse is transformed, it can't catch me, I thought nonsense, only felt a burst of yin qi rushing towards me, I can't delay any longer.

I stood up with my crutches against the wall, and my right foot inevitably bumped, but it didn't hurt so much anymore, and I guess I would be able to remove the steel plate and walk around freely in another month.

I stretched out my hand and stepped forward cautiously, my fingertips soon slippery to the touch, and as soon as I gritted my teeth, I leaned my cane against the wall and groped with my hands against its body.

The clothes of the dried corpse fell in a flutter, I felt the shoulder of the corpse, and ripped it off, and the pieces of rotten cloth fell to the ground, there was no sound of metal, and the key was not in the clothes.

I really can't think of a dead person with a place to hide a key, they will never stuff it into their stomachs, although the Mo family is likely to do this, but I don't have a knife or a cut, even if I can resist the disgust of dissecting its belly, I can't do it.

Could it be that the key is not on the corpse? I was shocked, this is also possible, there are many places that can be touched here, not necessarily on the corpse, I should really go through the whole room first.

I wiped a few handfuls of my hands stained with corpse oil on the wall, took the crutches, one against the hanging corpse, the other supported the body, and squeezed past the hanging corpse against the wall, and the corpse oil rubbed all over my body, slippery and greasy.

I pressed against one wall, and reached out a hand to feel in the darkness ahead, I thought there was either nothing in front of me or a door, but I thought it was simple, and once again I came across a dangling thing, and pressed my hand against its face.

Another hanging corpse!

I jerked my hand back, almost not scaring the heart attack, and at that moment I felt its face clearly, the slippery, wrinkled skin, the bulging bridge of the nose, I could even imagine it.

It seemed to have its mouth still open, I swallowed my saliva, and I raised my hand again, and I felt the nasal bone, and a little bit down, and its mouth was indeed open, and there was a small, hard piece of slippery stuff hanging out.

It's the tongue!

I've seen it in that tongue shrine, a small piece of meat, almost like this, if it's an ancient corpse that was pulled, how could it still stick out its tongue after death, unless it was originally hanged.

I retracted my hand and didn't dare to touch it again, it is said that the soul of a hanged person will be stuck in the throat and cannot fly away from the body, and will become a ghost, I have heard a lot of strange stories, the two kinds of ghosts that most often seek to ask for the life of the dead ghost, either drowned or hanged.

I was panting against the wall, it felt terrible to have hanging corpses on both sides, I raised a cane to jack it up, I just wanted to find the door now.

I put it down again halfway through, and the first hanging corpse was very strange, its hands were held too tightly, as if it was deliberately attracting me to look for it, I didn't touch its face, I don't know if it was also hanged?

I have an OCD attack, one corpse is hanged, it can't be another or, if they are really hanged, then where do these ancient corpses come from?

I began to think crankily again, and the more I thought about it, the more concerned I became, and my mind was forcing me to act, making me want to touch the face of the first corpse.

I slowly stepped back against the wall, tentatively raising my hand to touch its body, the touch under my hand seemed to be different, I pressed up against its torso, and suddenly withdrew my hand near its neck, I knew something was wrong, I felt rows of craggy skeletons, but I was standing behind the corpse now!

My breathing became sluggish, and I quickly reached out and touched the height of the human face, and I felt the uneven face, not the back of the head at all!

The corpse turned around in silence!

I screamed, I couldn't care about anything, and as soon as I pushed the second hanging corpse, I fled backwards, my weak right foot on the ground, one could not support it, and I fell down into the darkness behind me!

"Bang!"

I bumped into something dangling, got a face of corpse oil, and a third hanging corpse appeared!

I threw myself to the ground, feeling something cross my head, and as soon as I lifted up, I touched the feet of the hanging corpse, I opened my hands in a panic and groped on the ground, and soon I felt the crutches, I moved and pulled my body out of the feet of the hanging corpse, and stood up quickly against the wall, so fast that even I was surprised.