"What now?" Long Fengzhi faintly felt something, although he had not been afraid, but thinking of the impact of this illusion on his heart, he couldn't help but fully believe Luo Ran.

"Don't think it's fake, but don't take it as real, just keep your heart calm at all times!" Luo Ran saw the team coming, but pulled Xiaohe and retreated to the side. However, he took out a few Five Thunder Talismans, and suddenly there were words in his mouth, and then he raised them and sacrificed them!

"Poof!"

The spell floated into the air and burst into flames, as if bursting with some heat. But not to everyone's surprise, the heavens and the earth suddenly trembled. Then, before everyone came to their senses, suddenly it seemed that the wind was raging!

"Wow!"

A loud thunderclap shook people's hearts in an instant!

A huge bolt of lightning rose from the sky, and then it seemed to pass directly through the procession. Then under the stunned eyes of Long Fengzhi and a few others, this strange funeral procession suddenly disappeared out of thin air under this lightning and thunder.

This is really a strange scene, but no one knows!

And in a house not far away, on the wooden bed in one of the rooms, an old man like a dry corpse suddenly opened his eyes!

He seemed to feel his own strangeness, as if he was in a dim world, but the old man was not very nervous, and his eyes seemed to be full of indifference.

When he seemed to feel something, especially when he saw that the air in front of him gradually seemed to show a face, his eyes changed for the first time, showing a frightened expression!

Seeing the face in the air, as if struggling in pain in that place, he struggled to get up as if he felt the same way! Although he was emaciated like a dried corpse, he seemed to have strong perseverance, and then in his resolute eyes, he really sat up slowly!

The house was very simple, and there was no one else, and when he slowly lifted the old bedding, he could see a shocked look. It turned out that his body was full of white bugs, and these bugs slowly wriggled on his bloody body, as if it were a piece of rotten flesh, rotting and breeding countless meat maggots.

The old man looked at the way he looked at his body, and he didn't seem to have the intention of waking up these white maggots, or that he was unconscious at all. Because he kept looking at the face in the air, and that face was full of anger and horror, I don't know why after seeing him, there was a small momentary distraction.

Could it be that the face in the air really knows him?

It was dark, but it was still daytime. If Xiaohe was here, he would have seen it, because this house was the one he had just passed by. No matter how this face looked at him, he might see the old man's white maggots all over his body, and then he actually had a complicated and excited look on his face.

The white maggots around the old man seemed to be wriggling, and if you looked closely, you could see that they were biting at each other. There were originally a lot of maggots in several places, but because they devoured each other, you can see that there are fewer and fewer maggots, and the maggots are getting bigger and bigger.

When these white maggots bit each other to the extreme, you can see that there are only a few bloody wounds on the old man's body. In the position of the chest and lower abdomen, even the appearance of flesh and internal organs can be seen. If you have a bad appetite, you will definitely be sick to your stomach just by seeing these white maggots tearing, not to mention that these white maggots end up entrenched in the wound.

Even more creepy is the fact that when only an arm-thick white maggot remains at each wound site, it seems that they suddenly stop moving. What was even more surprising was that their bodies split in the middle, and then many tiny white maggots seemed to emerge, but the earthworms were the size of centimeters and the length of the earthworms.

Of course, then they continued to bite each other as if they had just been, and then devoured each other and grew, slowly getting thicker, and then slowly becoming smaller and bigger. It seems to be a cycle, and it seems to have some regularity.

The old man's face was a little numb, but looking at the face in the void, he was half-sitting on the wooden bed, slowly stretching out his hands into the air!

It's a weird thing!

But the somewhat blurry face in the air seemed to have some angry looks. looked at the old man coldly, suddenly glared at him with a fierce face, and then stretched out a pair of hands, as if pointing at the old man scolding angrily.

The old man's face was full of shame, sadness and unease. But he was not afraid, and it seemed that when he saw that this face was getting more and more blurred, he actually wanted to get out of bed. When he moved his body and reached the bedside, he suddenly stopped trembling!

Because the blurred connection in the air finally disappeared, when two cloudy tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes, his gaze slowly moved to the edge of the bed. There was a long bath towel that had changed color, probably because of the long time of use, the towel had been tattered and had many holes.

Suddenly, he seemed a little mechanical, and slowly reached out and took the towel in his hand. What is strange is that many of the wriggling white maggots on his body have also fallen to the ground because of his movements. But the maggots that fell to the ground did not move, and slowly turned into a mass of liquid, and finally they all seeped into the house.

Of course, those white maggots that did not fall down still hovered in the wounds, devouring and biting each other. It's still repeating itself, as if it's going on and on.

The old man seemed to be accustomed to this, and after numbly seeing this, he did not continue to watch, but slowly took the towel. When he tried to tear the towel open, I don't know if it was because he didn't have the strength, or if the towel was tattered and still had a certain degree of difficulty, but he didn't tear it.

However, the towel still couldn't resist his insistence after all, and was finally torn in half by him. Then he looked indifferently at the towel in his hand, and his lean fingers skillfully connected the two towels to each other, and then tied a dead knot on the pillar next to the wooden bed frame.

With a numb look, he stretched out his hand and pulled over a small wooden stool next to the bed, looked at his face again in the air, and looked at his face with a smile, his old face full of wrinkles, looking at this face looking at himself, he seemed to be relieved that the wrinkles had bloomed.

When he slowly put his gray-haired head into the knot of the towel, his mouth seemed to move slightly, as if he was repeating a person's name, but no one could hear it!