After the skin of the face fell off, there was a bloody face underneath, covered with blood vessels, and through the cyan blood vessels, you could see the stagnant blood left in it. There are also a pair of wide-eyed eyes, completely exposed to the air, round and bulging like a pair of fish eyes, and the upper head seems to be wrapped in a thin layer of mucous membrane, which will break when poked.

However, the description doesn't end there. On this bloody face, it was crawling with tailoring mantis! Their tan densely fills the area of this face, constantly burrowing out and burrowing in and out of the flesh, like earthworms in and out of the dirt.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fear of being discovered by the group of tailoring mantises, I would have immediately covered the head of the bed and vomited. The disgusting extent of the scene is beyond my description.

I noticed that the skin of the face that had fallen off was the same as the human skin I had seen in the coffin before, that is, the coffin skin, and its outline edges were densely covered with one tooth after another, and it looked like sharp teeth on a saw. I suddenly realized: it turned out that the human skins I saw before were all "masterpieces" that these leather mantis bit off with their teeth!

In this way, the death of the passengers on the train was also caused by these demons, and the bustard and I may have been too nervous to pay close attention to it, and those passengers should have holes in their bodies that the skin mantis drilled into. So the so-called Yellow River tailor Huang Meipo went ashore to cut people's faces, which was not caused by the big demon of Wei Meipo, but by a group of small demons who cut skin mantis.

My brain circuits are finally starting to unblock a little, and what I saw with my own eyes has made some of the previous confusion clear. But soon, new doubts arose.

When the skin of the face was cut out and fell off, one after another skin-cutting mantis kept coming out of the flesh on Wu Fugui's face. It looks like a big egg, and a lot of skin-cutting mantis are constantly hatching from it.

After these demons crawled out one after another, they all crawled towards that face. The skin fell on the neck, and became a little wrinkled because it was folded, and these skin mantises, crawling to the edge of the face, biting and dragging it to the ground, and then constantly moving it with its eight feet, as if it were arranging a quilt, so that it became neat and flat on the ground.

Their strange behavior baffled me a little, and it piqued my curiosity. It didn't take long to see these skin-cutting mantis evenly spread around the face in a circle, and they all "hooked" the edges of the face with their teeth.

Buzz——!

Suddenly, the mantis spread its wings wide, flapping rapidly, and emitting bursts of buzzing, much quieter than the last time they transmitted.

Soon, the leather cutting mantis slowly left the ground, and the floating skin was floated up. Before I could guess what they were going to do, I heard the humming sound suddenly and heavily, and then I saw that the skin-cutting mantis had flown out of the window, and quickly departed into the darkness in the distance, and the face had been taken out, shaking in the air current, like the face of a ghost, floating in the air.

What does this skin mantis want to do with this face? I watched as the tide of insects disappeared into the distant night, and I didn't react for a long time. It wasn't until I smelled the smell of blood floating in the air from Wu Fugui's corpse that I came back to my senses.

The bustard also came out of the back of the cabinet at this time, and like me, there was a look of panic and surprise on his face, and the horror was that they disemboweled Wu Fugui and ate his internal organs, and he was surprised by their strange habit of cutting human skin.

"!" The old bustard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "These seven-star ladybugs are so fucking disgusting, I almost vomited all the food I ate at night." It turns out that the human skin found in the coffin of the burial pit was cut off by these seven-star ladybugs in this way, what kind of strange habit does this girl have, and what is the use of asking for human skin? ”

The old bustard looked out the window again, seemed to be a little happy, and said, "But fortunately, those seven-star ladybugs don't seem to have found the two of us, otherwise we would have to die here and have our faces cut off." ”

I am also extremely confused about what the bustard said, but at this moment, my concern is not here, but Wu Fugui's corpse. I said to the old bustard a little timidly: "What should I do with this Wu Fugui's corpse?" ”

As soon as I said this, the old bustard seemed to have noticed the disposal of Wu Fugui's corpse, looked at the corpse lying in a pool of blood, and scolded with a bitter face.

The blood was already running down the cracks between the planks on the floor. The people who were alive before are now dead, which makes me and the bustard anxious. If Wu Fugui dies in the barren mountains and mountains, it's okay to say, if he dies in Uncle Bai's house, if we don't deal with it quickly, if we are detected, we really jump into the Yellow River, and we can't say clearly, I'm afraid that if we don't do it, we will have to squat.

If I look at it more and I will vomit and collapse, the bustard naturally can't count on me, so he can only work on his own. He pulled a rag casually, crouched down, and tried to wipe the blood from the floor, I don't know how disgusting the scene was, there were still half-bitten intestines and organs left on the floor, and the old bustard twisted his nose tightly, and his face twisted like a stirred paste.

"Don't be fucking stunned!" The old bustard said to me with a bitter face, retching with every word, as if the food and wine in his stomach were about to gush out at any time, "Go, wake up Miss Tang, she needs to know about this." ”

I hurriedly agreed. In fact, I wanted to go out a long time ago, and the smell of the room made me dare not even gasp, the smell of blood mixed with the sour smell of undigested food in the stomach, and the viscous bright red everywhere, like a slaughterhouse.

Tang Haitang's house is about four or five meters away from us, separated by two storage rooms. Probably because these two walls are separated by sound, Tang Haitang didn't hear the movement from the room before us.

I was already very panicked, and when I walked to Tang Haitang's house, I wanted to knock on the door. After taking a few deep breaths and adjusting my breathing to make my breathing less rapid, I reached out and knocked on the door.

But unexpectedly, as soon as my hand fell and touched the door, the door was pushed open with a creak.

That's when I noticed: it turned out that the door wasn't closed tightly.

There was a light in the room, and the lights illuminated the four walls. In the middle of the room, there is a bed.

The light spread warmly on the bed, and I saw a topless girl lying on the bed, with the futon covered under her as if it were not wrapping. Her back was facing me, and the combination of her snow-white skin and her beautiful curves made me look a little demented and even a little obsessed.

In the midst of dementia and obsession, I seemed to see a tattoo of a black eye on her back. That eye was so delicate and beautiful that I could even see a charming cold look from inside. It's also looking at me, as if I'm stuck in it.

Well?

Maybe the sound of me pushing the door open woke her up. Tang Haitang moved, muttered in her mouth, turned around, her face was facing her, her breasts were faintly covered, looming, she rubbed her eyes, and looked at me with sleepy eyes.