"What the hell is this, it can still move!"

The sound of catching fast caught Ye Junchen's attention, and as soon as he looked up, the corpse that still had half of the ribs left, slowly erected, moved in his direction, lost his balance, fell to the ground with a thud, and then stood up again, continued to walk forward, and then fell again, and so on.

Such persistence makes people feel chills all over their bodies.

Ye Junchen subconsciously clasped the back of the little woman's head in his arms, burying her face in his arms, unwilling to let her see the terrifying scene in front of her.

"Fire Attack!"

As soon as the order was given, the catcher quickly lit the torch and attacked in the direction of the corpse.

The corpse was unbalanced, extremely slow, and soon attacked by the arrester, and the whole body burned, and the smell of decay and burn suddenly appeared in the air, making people vomit.

The ribs struggled, and the whole body bounced and writhed like a flea.

Many catchers covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves, and held the torches tightly with one hand, not daring to relax a little.

It was not until the body was completely charred that the corpse oil and charred flesh foam adhered to the ribs, forcing it to remain motionless.

One of them quickly lifted the hammer and smashed the black ribs directly, only to hear a click, and the ribs were completely smashed into powder, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

When Ye Junchen saw this scene, his deep gaze suddenly became dark, and his gaze quickly fell on the ribs that were pulled out, but he only saw five piles of white powder, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The afterglow swept over the little woman's arm, and the blood gradually infected the bandaged cloth, smashing it horizontally in her arms and quickly leaving.

Entering another courtyard, one of the rooms was brightly lit, and Ye Junchen kicked the door open, ignoring the eyes of everyone in the room, and put Eleven on one of the beds in the house.

Nan Jing, who was dressed in white, was dealing with Lin Tao's wounds, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Dali Siqing, who had never been close to women, carrying a woman into his room, with surprise in his eyes.

"How's his injury?" Ye Junchen turned around and walked to Lin Tao's side, looked at the injuries on his body, and asked softly.

"If this wound is three inches deeper, Lord Lin's life will be gone." Nanjing cleaned the edges of the wound with a cotton ball and answered truthfully, "What case are you working on this time?" How could there be such a strange weapon. ”

"Weird?"

Seeing that the wound was almost treated, Nan Jing picked up the wound powder and sprinkled it evenly on one of Lin Tao's wounds, and the blood that kept coming out suddenly stopped, and he saw that the medicine powder worked, so he continued to apply medicine to other places.

"Lord Lin's wound is not like a sharp blade, it is a bit similar to the teeth of a beast, but judging from the distance of the wound, the teeth of any beast will be about the same size, the teeth of the beast are sharp, but the edge of the wound is caused by something rough and blunt."

"Lin Tao was injured by Ma Pu's ribs."

"......" The corners of Nan Jing's mouth twitched, and his handsome face was full of disbelief, "My lord, what you said is true?" How do ribs kill? What's more, Max's body is well placed in the morgue. ”

Nan Jing looked at Ye Junchen's Yaksha face without a trace of expression, sighed in his heart, and hurriedly rushed into the room next to him, and after half a sound, he walked back with a panicked face.

"Adult ......"

"Show her the wound, also from the ribs." Ye Junchen raised his hand, signaled that the other party didn't need to continue, and looked at the little woman on the bed.