It turned out to be the old driver's Nokia phone ringing.

It was Wang Xiao who called.

He said on the phone that there was some omission in what he had heard before, and that in fact, all the people in Huangjia Village had died 10 years ago.

He also told us to be careful.

I said to myself, will it be too late for you to say this now?

The old driver was just about to hang up the phone and turn on the flashlight again, when I just turned my head, and the paper figure had already been attached to my body.

I could clearly feel its body squirming, it wasn't all the touch of paper, it was more like a living person.

It's as if its blood vessels and cells are jumping.

Its face was hideous, under the cover of yellow sand, it was a mutilated white face, only to see that its nose had been blown off by the wind, its facial features were distorted, its chin was also blown crooked, there was only a black hole in its left eye, and its whole face was full of criss-crossing cracks, like worms crawling on its face.

When I suddenly saw it like this, I was suddenly shocked, and I said in my heart, even if it is a little ghost in the underworld, it will not be so scary.

I gasped, and another gust of wind blew and it landed directly on top of me.

I just felt that the flesh all over my body was tickling, like countless worms crawling on me.

I jerked it over, grabbing its head with my other hand.

I only heard a "click" and I actually ripped its head off.

I saw swarms of black bugs pouring out of its body.

All of them are shiny and shiny, with big bellies.

Only then did I realize that I had felt that the paper people were moving because of the bugs inside.

These bugs crawled out of the paper man's head and burrowed at me desperately.

In just a few seconds, my body was densely covered with these black bugs.

"It's a centipede!" The old driver took off his coat and slapped it at me, trying to pounce the centipedes first.

It didn't work, they were still clutching at my clothes.

"Hurry up and throw away your clothes!" The old driver looked nervous, "This thing is poisonous." It's going to be fatal. ”

I was so frightened that I quickly took off my coat and threw my clothes out.

Then I rolled on the ground a few more times before I got the damn thing off.

Among them was a slicky black centipede that squeaked a few times.

The first time I heard a centipede scream, it was like a mouse.

And it's quite loud!

What the hell is this?

Suddenly, I saw the centipede flying towards the old driver.

He wanted to dodge, but he didn't pay attention and grabbed it.

Maybe he used too much force, and a centipede was pinched and exploded by him, and the black-red plasma sprayed straight out.

The old driver's hands immediately turned purple, and in addition, his body began to stiffen.

"Damn, I'm still telling you to be careful, I'm poisoned myself." The old driver's face suddenly turned pale, his mouth turned purple, and his head was sweating.

The old driver closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and his heart was crossed, and he bit the meat on his hand and forced the poisonous blood out.

My nostrils were filled with the smell of blood, and when my nose inhaled air, in addition to the dry smell of loess, all my internal organs were pungent and fishy.

The other centipedes began to get agitated when they saw the smell of flesh.

"Quick!" The old driver, almost in a roaring voice, shouted heartbreakingly, "Run." ”

The old driver groaned in pain as he ran, his whole face was distorted, it seemed that the poisonous blood had not been sucked off, and in just a few minutes, his skin had turned purple.

The old driver and I ran to the back of a small grave bag, and I buried the blood on the ground with yellow sand.

Looking further back, there were not a large number of centipedes coming, and I was relieved.

The old driver sat on the ground, leaning against the grave bag, looking at his purple skin, and his expression was extremely painful, as if his own flesh had been filed back and forth by a sharp knife.

I tried to go up and help him drain the poisonous blood, but the old driver refused.

He said, "Don't touch it, or you'll die." ”

The old driver looked at his hands, very frightened, and sweat flowed down like raindrops.

He was in more and more pain, like a spasm, and swept through his body, his mouth habitually twitching, and the flesh on his face trembled slightly, as if he was laughing bitterly.

I've got to do something to help the old driver.

I didn't care about his obstruction, so I bit his hand and sucked a mouthful of old blood when I went up.

I only felt that his mouth was full of pungent and choking fishy smell, and his blood had already deteriorated in just a few minutes.

It felt like a dead man.

It was like there were countless ants crawling in my mouth.

I even started to feel a labor pain in my throat, as if a hand was sticking out of my esophagus, pinching my throat.

My head thumped, and beads of sweat broke out all over my body from the pain.

"By the way, I also have a bottle of blue special gold sore medicine, I don't know if it has any effect." I rummaged around my pockets only to find out that it was gone!

It must have been lost while rolling on the ground, and I'll have to go back and find it.

I was just about to get up, but I noticed a rustling sound behind the old driver.

I thought it was a centipede crawling over.

But when I looked closely, I realized that the sand of the tomb began to sink.

Gradually, the entire tomb collapsed, revealing the wooden coffin inside.

I breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't the black centipede.

My brain buzzed, and I fell to my knees, and then looked at the old driver next to me, who was about to lose consciousness.

All this came a little quickly, and the person who was just right suddenly became like this, and I couldn't protect myself, my mind was blank, and I had no idea.

The group of centipedes behind us just now also caught up, and we saw that the ground was densely packed with black centipedes, and from a distance it looked like a pool of black water flowing.

I saw that there were still a few talismans on my body, and I took a puppet talisman and a five-poison talisman and hit them, but I found that it was useless.

The main thing is that there are too many of them.

All this happened so fast, I looked at the old driver, who was a good person just now, and suddenly became like this.

At this time, the old driver's palm suddenly squirmed, and a black thing came out of it.

The old driver twisted his head in pain, his five fingers growing big and trembling slightly.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be a small centipede, and it didn't take long for another one to come out.

The centipede that was pinched and exploded by the old driver turned into several small centipedes.

After they crawled out of the old driver's palm, they crawled over to the coffin.

I picked up a stone next to me and threw it at the centipedes, crushing them into a bloody blur, but after a while, a few more centipede larvae were born inside.