I don't know what it was, but it came out so suddenly that it caught me off guard.

If it comes out when the old prostitute raises her feet, then I will not be frightened, and I will not hesitate to give it a knife.

The moment the old prostitute raised her feet, I had already demonized its appearance, and the appearance of countless demons and monsters in the movie flashed in my mind. I even thought of the most disgusting, horrific images, but I really didn't expect it to be like this.

I thought I was ready for it, and even if it appeared out of nowhere, it would just scare me at best. But I didn't expect that when it actually appeared, it really scared me.

It wasn't that scary, but it was so close to me when it came out of the white sand that it almost hit my face.

This kind of close contact, even if it is not a demon or a monster, just an ordinary corpse, I am afraid it can be terrifying.

It's weird, it's scary, it's a little brown and yellow, it's hard to describe what it looks like, I don't know what it's made of, but at first glance, it looks a bit like dried beef jerky, and all the skin it shows is as tight as beef jerky, without a little moisture.

I don't know which part of it came out of the white sand, but I think it was its head.

It didn't look like a head, it didn't have any hair, it looked more like the knee joints of the thighs, but I still felt like it was its head, because there were two eyes on the part where it came out, and although the two eyes were twisted and uneven, it was not difficult to tell that they were eyes.

It was a pair of white-eyed eyes, facing me. The moment I made eye contact with it, I was almost suffocated.

Those eyes were bloodless, and they looked particularly terrifying, especially when Meng Xinrui and Xiao Moyan's flashlights shone on their eyes, reflecting a terrifying white light.

The white light was like a cold knife, pricking my nerves, and if I could speak now, I would have told them not to shine in its eyes.

I didn't see its eyes move, but I could clearly feel that it was looking at me. To be honest, I really don't want to look at its eyes anymore at the moment, but there's no way, it's too close to me, only a punch away, I can't even look if I don't want to.

I didn't dare to breathe anymore because it was so close that I was afraid that the air I was breathing would blow on it. I don't know how it reacts to people's breath, if it doesn't have the best, but if it does, then I'm afraid I'm going to suffer, because I can't hold my breath for dozens of minutes.

Of course, I don't think it necessarily will look at me for dozens of minutes.

After staring at it for a few seconds, it didn't make any movement, like a stake, motionless.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the short knife in my hand, a little hesitant. It's more appropriate to be worried than hesitant. I was really worried that the short knife in my hand would not hurt it, and I even doubted that it could penetrate its skin.

Its skin looked too tight, as if it had been polished, and although it was rough, it looked extraordinarily thick. I don't know if its skin was ground like this in the white sand, or if it was originally like this.

In the few seconds I made eye contact with it, I realized that I had really grown and stopped making mistakes like I used to. If I had seen it all of a sudden before, in the way I bent over now, I think I would have been so frightened that I would have sat down on the ground. Maybe I have another option, which is to yell and turn around and run.

But now I didn't run, I didn't sit on the ground, I knew that what I needed was calm, not to make any reckless movements, then maybe not only would I not be able to run, but I would have to be thrown into the white sand.

I thought to myself, if I really get it into the white sand, then I'll really be done with it.

The white sand is not like water, and when I fall into the water, they can still go into the water to save me, but once I fall into the white sand, even if they have the heart to save me, they don't have the ability to go down to the white sand.

At the moment, my biggest concern is not so much that I can't make close contact with it, but that I can't see the rest of it.

I could see its head clearly, so I found that it was impossible for its head to control the feet of the old prostitute, that is, in other parts of it that I didn't see, maybe under the white sand, it should also have a terrible attack end, which was the thing that controlled the feet of the old prostitute just now.

Thinking that it still has a terrible attack end, my heart is even more panicked, and I can't calm down even more.

All of a sudden, my brain was about to explode, countless brain cells, thinking of countless ways to escape. I knew I couldn't go head-to-head with it, I wasn't sure I could win, so I had to get rid of it.

If in the past I used to think about things in two or three seconds, now I think about things in a thousandth of a second. I know I don't have much time, so I have to think of a way to escape in the limited time.

I thought about getting up and jumping backwards onto the black sarcophagus, but when I thought about it carefully, the range of this movement was too large, and it was still in place, so I was afraid that before I could jump, I was already accused by it. I've also thought about stabbing it and turning around and running, but the chance of success is also very low, if its skin is the same as mine, then I don't have to think about it, it's just a random stab, but that's not the case, I'm afraid my knife hasn't stabbed into its skin, I've already been hit.

Suddenly, there was a grinding sound of white sand around them.

It wasn't loud, but it was enough to shock me, I don't know if it moved, or if they moved, but now hearing the grinding sound of the white sand makes me nervous.

I thought, I can't hesitate, no matter who makes the sound, I can't go on like this, rather than waiting for it to make the first move, it's better for me to take the initiative, maybe there are some chances of winning.

I suddenly raised my head and stabbed it.

I didn't look at where it was when it stabbed it, and I didn't look at it until I felt the resistance of my hand holding the short knife.

When I looked at it, my heart couldn't say that something had caught the blade of the short knife, and I actually pinched the short knife. I don't know what it is, but it's not hard to tell that it's a part of its body, because the skin on the outside is the same.

Seeing that the short knife was caught, I hurriedly wanted to run, when I saw something suddenly protrude from the white sand, the speed was so fast that I couldn't see what it was, and it instantly reached in front of my eyes, directly over my head. Then I felt a chill in the back of my neck, and a tremendous force pulled me down.

As soon as I came too fast, I didn't have time to react, and I was already dragged down, and my face was slammed on the white sand.