"Understood."

Hearing the fat man's words, Zhu Cheng couldn't help but smile: "What you said is not like this." ”

The fat man felt that the air was getting colder and colder, and his friend's tone was also heartbreaking, and the whole tone was elongated.

He raised his head little by little, and found that Zhu Cheng's entire face had turned into a white porcelain with no facial features.

Ahh——!h

He let out a scream and fell backwards.

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"Fat ——!"

Zhu Cheng woke up suddenly, and when he fixed his eyes, his friend Dead Fat disappeared the moment he dozed off.

Looking around, he was in an unfamiliar territory.

He vividly remembers staying in the weather station building, with the rest of the crew.

But now, he appears in a strange village.

I'm in an old, but clean, house.

When he saw no one around, he pushed the door open and walked out of the house.

Outside the house was a white fog that almost blocked the view.

Zhu Cheng vaguely found that he might be in a village, which is the kind of ancient style building complex, after all, most modern villages are mainly cement bungalows, and this village is mostly wooden tile houses.

In the vast mist, Zhu Cheng vaguely heard the sound of the sea tide, and also smelled the salty sea breeze between his noses.

He could be sure it was so close to the sea, even on an island.

"That is, I haven't left the realm of Mischief Island yet, and honestly, what's going on here?"

There are so many questions that I don't know in my head.

Suddenly, at this time, Zhu Cheng's body shook slightly, and he heard a clear bell.

It was the temple bells, coming intermittently from the mist.

The sound of the bell seemed to be a guide, inducing him to move deeper into the mist.

But Zhu Cheng is not stupid, combined with the events before and after, he also has a certain guess.

"Fatty, there are other people who also said about the bell before they disappeared, it seems that their sudden disappearance must have something to do with this strange bell......"

This also made him wonder what was going on, and his best bet was to go to the location of the bell and find out everything.

But reason was also telling him that the danger was probably in that area.

For a moment, he had no idea what he was supposed to do, and he was completely caught in a hesitation.

At this time, a little fire "floated" from not far away.

Zhu Cheng rubbed his eyes, he was stunned for a moment, only to realize that it was not a little fire, but a row of firelight.

Because it was a distance, he couldn't really see it, but he still tried to make out that it was the light from a row of lanterns.

The lantern light was getting closer and closer to him, and Zhu Cheng was puzzled for a while, and immediately took action.

He didn't know why, he suddenly chose to hide, he found a large water tank, and hid behind it.

At this moment, a strange team was faintly revealed in the lights, a row of men and women dressed in costumes from the Republic of China, lined up from the fog, and slowly walked forward.

“…… The faces of these people, why would? ”

After this group of people approached, Zhu Cheng felt a tremble, his calves were trembling, and he saw that this group of men and women seemed to be wearing a mask, a white porcelain-like mask, with no facial features on it, smooth and flat, empty, and very mad.

Suddenly, the procession, which had been moving forward, stopped.

As if noticing something, this group of men and women dressed in Republic of China turned their heads sideways, as if their eyes were focused on Zhu Cheng's direction, that is, staring at the big water tank where he was hiding.

No way! I'm hiding here, there's no way they can find out?!

Zhu Cheng panicked in his heart, he noticed that the other party should have noticed him, but he forced himself not to believe this, because it would undoubtedly make his spirit out of control.

He quietly stepped back, yes, he had other options, let's say retreat to the corner of the room in the back, he believed that by way he could escape the crisis.

But just as he stepped back, he seemed to have touched something behind him.

He shuddered involuntarily and turned around, trying to see what was behind him.

But he soon regretted it, because he saw a strange figure, a man wearing a cyan robe and even his face was covered by a white porcelain mask.

The frightened and terrifying scene made his scalp tingle, and a nerve-piercing chill jumped up his back, and Zhu Cheng ran forward with a roll.

But he didn't take a few steps before he slipped and fell to the ground, and he barely got up, but broke out in a cold sweat because he realized that he seemed to be surrounded.

The people who surrounded him were naturally the group of "people" dressed in the Republic of China, and almost in the blink of an eye, they moved to their side.

I don't know if they are still alive, Zhu Cheng only thinks that the behavior of this group of people is strange and terrifying, more like a group of living ghosts than living people.

Step by step, they approach themselves and fan, pinning themselves down in the center.

The man in the green shirt who was closest to him also stretched out a pale hand and pressed it to his cheek.

"Got you."

The other hand protrudes abruptly from the other side, unlike the pale palm, which is solid and powerful, with thick joints.

In this way, it suddenly grasped the palm as pale as porcelain, and then the owner of the hand shook it hard, and crushed the porcelain hand.

"Let's go!"

Someone shouted in Zhu Cheng's ear, dragged his hand and ran forward.

The porcelain-faced men chased after him like ghosts, and the man who was dragging him let out a low cry and stretched out his left hand.

In the next second, the situation changed suddenly, and the left hand exploded, tearing countless flesh and blood from the inside, like intertwined roots, tentacles, and branches, and launched a frantic attack towards the porcelain-faced man.

Almost the first to bear the brunt, the man in the green shirt and porcelain who was closest to him was destroyed by this unrivaled violence.

"It's really vulnerable!"

It's much weaker than you think, but there are so many of these "things" that even if you defeat them, they won't be of much use.

While thinking like this, Shen Yan continued to launch an offensive, and with a wave of his arm, he forcibly broke the attack of the porcelain man who pounced, and escaped smoothly with Zhu Cheng.

"It should be safe here, those porcelain faces won't keep chasing after you."

Shen only restored his arm to its original state, and the experience of this time allowed him to gradually master the use of his left hand.

Thanks to this parasitic arm of the "symbiote", otherwise he would not have survived for so long after being trapped.

"You...... Who is it? Why is it here? ”

Zhu Cheng was naturally puzzled and surprised, especially the other party's left hand, which he had been staring at since just now.

"Like you, someone who accidentally got stranded on this island."

Shen Yan disagreed, during this time, it was not the first time he had met a "person" like Zhu Cheng.

"Then again, how long have you been on this island?"

"How long? I just woke up and should have been looking like it had been ten minutes. ”

"That's pretty good?"

Shen Yan sighed when he heard it: "I've been staying for nearly three months. ”