It doesn't seem to be alive, otherwise he should break free from the iron hook, who wants to be hooked on it every day, I took a closer look, he should have been shot in the chest. The hose inserted into the neck, the liquid in it should be dark green, what is this for, these ghosts can't be biochemical weapons researched by devils. Thinking of the dried corpses in the Poseidon Cave, they look about the same, are these half-finished products?

I walked through the corpses, ready to find out where the source was, following the lines of the hose at the top of the cave. This room should have been specially treated, not particularly damp, the corpse is quite dry, and there is no smell of rotting corpses, it is an indescribable strange smell, like bacon.

Every corpse seemed to have been wounded, but none of them had severed limbs, some had a large hole in their stomachs, and some had only half of their heads left. As I walked through the middle of the gap, I counted about a hundred dried corpses in a horizontal row, really like a human slaughterhouse, each corpse with a number tattooed on its chest, neatly arranged.

In this way, I'm afraid it's not thousands of corpses, but tens of thousands, this is fucking perverted, if it is like that devil soldier, it will automatically recover its limbs, and it will be invincible when it is thrown on the battlefield, and the cannon will not be killed.

These things are all naked.,From the analysis of the appearance.,I can't figure out which country it's a soldier.,I've only heard that the ghost is a yin thing that is too resentful.,I don't know if it can be made in batches through this evil method.,Is this also the masterpiece of Fumio Shimada? These shouldn't be ghosts, they can only be regarded as artificially bred zombies, and using scientific methods to study ghosts and monsters is an anti-human practice that only dared to be done during the world war.

If it's alive, you can also try whether the spirit banner can be controlled, now it's all half-finished, how to destroy it.

Following the direction of the transparent pipe, through the innermost wall, I saw a staircase, I pushed away the dry corpse, said that I was going to go up to see what was going on, the roof of the cave "boom ......" a series of sounds, the iron chain hanging the corpse may have rusted because of the age, more than a dozen corpses fell to the ground, frightened I hurriedly ran to the stairs.

Hiding in the stairwell and looking back, it's okay, a dry corpse is a dry corpse, and I didn't get up, otherwise there are so many corpses, even if it is the demon snake in the Guillotine Gorge, in this waterless place, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape death, and it is not uncommon for an elephant to be killed by ants.

I feel that I really can't learn Liu Ling in the future, people have to be afraid of tendons, I should recall how cowardly I was in Angelica Village, be honest, otherwise I will die quickly.

There is a huge iron furnace on the second floor, next to which there is a large machine connected to the iron furnace, I climbed the stairs to see clearly, it turned out to be a giant mixer, all green, like painted with green paint, the machine should have stopped suddenly in operation, so there are all kinds of strange wreckage inside.

It was as if there was a woman whose head had not been stirred, "Hey, human head, can you speak?" I asked.

I tried to poke my sword in it, but I couldn't reach it, but she suddenly opened her green eyes, screamed, and swooped up, biting the sword. Scared that I slid straight down the ladder, I never expected, she was still biting on the sword, I shook it desperately, she didn't let go, poked the ground, it had passed through the back of the head, she was still biting, I stepped on her face with my foot, trying to pull it out, but it was useless, this bite force is also absolutely amazing.

"You're relieved!" I yelled, very helpless, she rolled her green eyes, just didn't let go, forget it, it doesn't seem to be aggressive, just let her bite, tomorrow the sun will come out and it will be scrapped.

Could it be that this machine is mixing goblins into a liquid and feeding them into these bodies? With so many corpses, how many monsters should be fed! I guess it's diluted with some liquid, otherwise it's definitely not enough, I really don't know what kind of thing it has cultivated.

I don't dare to touch the dry corpse, forget it, let's go, and I can't move out to bask in the sun one by one.

When I arrived at the corpse hanging workshop, I realized that something was wrong, at least half of the dozen or so corpses that had just fallen were missing. Isn't it dead? Could it be that the iron hook is loosened, and they come back to life?

I clenched the sword tightly, and I was so frightened that I broke out in a cold sweat, I had to pass through the dense corpses, if those things sneaked up on me in the middle, wouldn't they be dead? The most important thing is that these hanging iron chains may have rotted long ago, and if they hit or bump into each other, a large piece of dried corpses will fall down, which is unimaginable.

Aquatic, aquatic, you really don't feel uncomfortable dying! These tens of thousands of dried corpses are now all time bombs, but if they don't go out, they will die faster.

I leaned on my side, slowly moving my steps through the corpses, trying not to make a sound, I couldn't see the dried corpses that weren't there, and they shouldn't be able to see me.

With a "boom ......", it seemed that another iron chain had been broken. This iron chain has been going on for decades, and it began to break as soon as I came, why? Bullying is not.

When I finally got out, I ran to the exit and went up the stairs, and found that the iron door that had just come in was open, and the things might have gone out. I hurriedly closed the thick iron door, and there was another iron door at the other end of the hospital bed that was open, and I had to close it, otherwise I would all run outside.

When I ran over and looked, it turned out that it was not an exit, but a laboratory, with all kinds of equipment I didn't recognize, and an office place.

I just wanted to turn around and run away, but I saw a human head slowly coming out from under the table, it was a thin old man, with sparse gray hair in a bun, wearing a gray robe, he was sitting on a chair, drawing on a piece of paper with a brush, and the light in it was not lit at all.

"Can you see that?" I asked.

"You don't need to see it, you need to draw it in your heart." He actually speaks Chinese.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Mr. Unknown, the Yamato Folk Demon Painter of the Edo period or the Shotoku period."

"Man or ghost?"

"What do you say?" He raised his head after speaking, and I leaned, and there was a big incision in his neck, which opened when he raised his neck, and closed it when he lowered his head. Did this old man kill himself by wiping his neck?

I was so frightened that I took three steps back, pointed my sword at him with the woman's head, and shouted, "Where is the wicked? ”

"I'm just a painter, not a demon."

"What are the dried corpses in the workshop? Did you get it? I asked.

"How is it possible, they are not even demons and monsters, I don't even bother to draw them, ghosts without stories are not called ghosts."

It seems to be just the ghost of a literary old man, and it has no offensive power.

"What are you drawing?" I asked.

"Devil Terminator Ezhong Tsuru." He said.

Hearing Jiang Zhonghe, I hurriedly rushed over and snatched the paper in his hand, which was actually a four-panel comic book.

In the first picture, a man rises to the sky.

In the second picture, the man was standing on the surface of the water, and the armor behind him was clearly visible, but it was shaped like dragon scales, like my back.

In the third picture, the man opened his hands, and the armor was not on his back, but hovering in the air, majestic.

The fourth picture of the man turned around, damn it, he actually had a bird's face.

On the painting, there are eight small characters with a small inscription with a brush: Devil Terminator Jiang Zhonghe.

The word Devil Terminator is a bit of a middle two, and the old gentleman doesn't seem to be a serious painter, and it is estimated that he mainly paints folk ghost legends and the like, just like Pu Songling writes ghosts for people's entertainment.

"For ...... Why Bird Face? I asked, puzzled, I still want to see what it looks like.

"Because I haven't seen him, they say that this person is like a crane in the water, and I can only rely on my imagination to create."

"So, you think he's a goblin?" I asked, it turned out to be all brain-made.

"Didn't you know before, but after it became a legend, wasn't it a ghost? That's what I did. ”

I look at the painting, how to look at it, how majestic, if I show it to Liu Ling and fool her, I will not always treat me as a child in the future, I am always afraid that I will be injured and die. Then he said: "Mr. Unknown, don't hide it, to say something that is not bragging, it is Jiang Zhonghe below, can you paint my face?" ”

"No way?" He resolutely refused.

"Why not? Aren't you afraid that I'll hit you? I threatened.

"It's not okay to fight, it's been seventy years since this incident, and it's impossible for humans to live so long and not be old, so you're not a crane in the river." Mr. Unknown replied, this old man still has a little temper!

"I'm really Jiang Zhonghe, lie to you as a puppy." I said, this old man is not bad, he is a literary and artistic worker like Mr. Big Zaotou, what do you do to beat him.