It's the key, and the key is really hidden in the mouth of the hanging corpse!

I said what mood I was in, and I was excited and couldn't help but curse, no wonder it seems that only the first hanging corpse will turn, there must be some mechanism on the rope of this corpse, they were originally meant to scare me.

These people have touched my psychology thoroughly, from the fear of not daring to touch the face of the corpse, to the uncontrollable curiosity, to the panic and flee when they find the abnormality, to the suspicion that they are trying again, all of this seems to be specially arranged, they want to test my reaction in the repetition, if I had been bold at the beginning, and touched the face of the corpse after touching its hand, maybe I would have gotten the key out a long time ago.

But how could they waste a few hanging corpses in the back, this is completely taking advantage of my psychological weakness, they know that I must not dare to touch the face of the corpse, so a series of things will happen later.

It's not them, it's him, I'm weird in my heart, there are only nineteen people who can know me so well, I have a gut feeling that this exam was specially arranged for me, even if this place has always been like this, the place to hide the key must have been decided by him.

It's not a good thing to have someone in the world who knows himself so well, everyone has secrets, and I'm no exception, he always frustrates me psychologically, and my heart is clear in front of him, but I just can't get disgusted with him, if his personality is a little worse, maybe it will be different.

I put down my crutches and reached out to touch it, I was not afraid of it anymore, even a living person was just a carb, not to mention that it was dead.

I was like touching a piece of old bacon, as long as I didn't think about the corpse, it wasn't so scary, I didn't touch my nose, I felt the corpse's open mouth against my cheek, and to be honest, I still couldn't help but be disgusted.

I cautiously reached in with two fingers to clip the key out, which should have been easy to get out, but had just been pushed down with my cane and fell deep down my throat, my middle finger touching the cold metal edge.

I couldn't even take it out, I was in a bit of a hurry, my arms and feet were sore, the air was getting dirtier and dirtier, I was sweating profusely, trying to stretch my fingers a little deeper.

Still no, the key seemed to be pulled deeper by me, I didn't want to touch the corpse's teeth and tongue, and now I couldn't care about it, I tried to reach in, and the corpse's mouth was stretched wide, and finally pinched the key out, and accidentally fell into its tongue once in the middle.

The slippery feeling on my hand was very different from the feeling of touching the skin of a dried corpse, I always felt as if it was still wheezing, and I felt a slight chill as soon as I took it out.

Finally it was over, I breathed a sigh of relief, quickly crossed the hanging corpses to the door, the key was inserted, and with a slight twist there was a "click", and I couldn't wait to open the door for some fresh air.

"Gross-"

As soon as the door opened, a thick smell of rotting corpses rushed into my nostrils, and I was caught off guard and took a big puff, and the strong rancid smell made me vomit directly.

I had no food to vomit, all I vomited was sour water, and I almost closed the door as if I was running for my life.

The air here is foul and smells of corpse oil, but it's nothing compared to behind the door, and if you classify the smell of this room as fireworks, it's behind the door*.

The rancid smell was still churning in my nose, and I really retreated, I knew very well that it was the smell of the dead, and it was so strong, it was like fermenting underground for three months, no, it wasn't that simple, I could smell the smell of blood that was so thick that it seemed to drip down, it was the smell of blood and body fluids mixed together and fermented, even sarin gas smelled better than this.

The difficulty is really getting more and more perverted, but I didn't expect it to be perverted to such a point, let alone finding the key, staying in it for one second more can make people live ten years less, and I still want to go in and breathe fresh air, it's just unbelievable.

What's going to be inside? I didn't see anything in the dark, the smell alone was enough to scare me off, I had seen so many corpses and monsters, even the spicy smell of the Gu King was better than this.

The air in the room is still filthy, but compared to the heaven behind the door, I really want to give them a middle finger now, this is an exam, and I won't stop torturing the dead at all.

I struggled for a long time, and unscrewed the door again, this time I was mentally prepared, I knew that they couldn't let me out, so no matter how terrible the situation was, I wouldn't hesitate, they used my psychology, and I had to use their bureau in turn, the key must be in the most terrifying place, this is a hint.

Mentally prepared to cope with the physical discomfort, I completely held my breath and switched to my mouth to gasp, in fact, this is a worse way, it must be full of all kinds of invisible bacteria and viruses, without nasal filtration, it will bring greater stimulation to the lungs.

But that's all I can do, the stench of corpses is enough to stun me, and even when I breathe through my mouth, the smell is still scrambling to drill into my nostrils, forcing me to find the key as soon as possible.

I gasped heavily, stepped into the door, something unexpected happened, my feet were concave, I stepped on a slippery and greasy thing stained with viscous liquid, my foot was crooked, I slipped down from the side, and stepped into the pile of strange things, the viscous liquid went directly to my calf, I was caught off guard, and my body fell forward.

I finally realized what hell was, and I was now in the foul-smelling pile of soft, crumbling flesh, my skin was covered in sticky, slippery liquid, and countless wriggling little things were challenging my nerves.

Thankfully, my mouth closed quickly, but I still got my face, and the fall happened suddenly, it broke my breath, and the smell of dead man's flesh rushed into my nostrils, and I began to vomit again.

I was really going crazy, for the first time thanks to the darkness around me, I moved my body to get up, but my whole body was almost wrapped in that slime, it was very slippery, my hands were stuck in the rotten flesh that was squeezing me, touching the ground, I held the ground, I lifted my upper body, I could feel a lot of wriggling maggots hanging on me with the slime.

As soon as I turned my head, I began to vomit again, and I wanted to vomit all my internal organs and wash them, so I tore off my coat and wiped my face and neck vigorously with the lining.

I'm really going to die, let me stay here for a second longer, or just shoot me, I cautiously got up and felt the door behind me.

The crutches were also covered with slime and maggots, I could only wipe them casually with my coat, and the coat was thrown far away by me, the room seemed to be very large, I touched the wall, and rubbed my body over and over again, those little maggots couldn't be shaken off at all, and I couldn't feel whether it was corpse fluid, blood or insect fluid on my body.

They still seem to be bobbing in my hair, and I just want to take a shower now, I can wash it however I want, I can jump into the deep sea, I can get caught in the center of the storm, as long as I can wash this dirty thing away, I'm willing to die.

Fortunately, it is not Lao Huang who is here, he loves cleanliness so much, he must die on the spot, and I am now on the verge of collapse, which is simply challenging the limits of being human.

Perverted! It's all perverted!

I greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the questioner, the key is still to be found, and to find it as soon as possible, I leaned against the wall to turn the whole room, the room is very large, close to the square, the wall on each side is nearly ten meters, but the door to go out is not on the opposite side, but on the same wall as the door to enter.

None of this matters, my actions are surprisingly fast, what exams are not exams, what is dead or alive, I just want to go out and take a shower quickly.

I was really going crazy, both mentally and physically, like crazy, I stepped on the stump of my legs, and I didn't even feel the pain in my right foot, this feeling was so exciting that even my brain involuntarily converged my senses, lest I die suddenly due to too much stimulation.

I bent down and reached in and groped, and I felt the rotten pieces of flesh with bones, the hands and feet of the severed people, and the soft and collapsed entrails that burst with a pinch, all of them stained with blood and corpse fluid, and countless maggots burrowed in them.

My psychological lower limit has been reduced to the lowest, and in the most terrifying and extreme situation, I am not so afraid, I am a crazy person now, and I don't realize that they are human beings.

It's like I've been on the battlefield for a long time, and when I see so much blood and death, I can't perceive the preciousness of life, it's just flesh and blood, and I don't have any soul.

My head was buzzing all the time, the veins of my whole body were beating unconsciously, and the touch of my hands was clearly reflected in my mind, even hell is not so bloody and cruel!

Their level of decay is only a few months, and where did the Mo family bring the dead bodies from? The thought of being in a pile of dead man's entrails and hands and feet made me feel like a devil.

I threw up again, and even though I held my breath, I didn't even want to open my mouth to breathe, I didn't expect that the breath I had practiced so hard would be used here, it was a mockery.

It's not an ancient corpse, it's all a fresh corpse, I can pinch and explode a bunch of maggots with a touch of my hand, my body is covered with flesh and blood slime, and I can't notice anything strange if I crush them to death, I feel my whole body numb, churning in the pile of flesh like a walking corpse.

Soon I touched a rotting head, the first thing I touched was the mouth, its lips had long since turned into two pieces of rotten flesh that would turn into minced flesh when I pinched it, and I touched its teeth, and the hard touch transmitted like electricity from under my hand to my brain.