The camera shakes violently, and all you can see is the turned corpses and an abnormally pale arm. The arm bent and bent like a snake. The picture recedes and retreats, and in addition to the sound of corpses churning, there are more exclamations and screams.

Immediately afterwards, a clear woman's voice overshadowed these noises, which could be called an ethereal and pleasant sound, but it had a wonderful effect of resonating and deafening, as if it was the rumbling sound of many monks chanting together in a large temple.

The arm froze in place and retracted in panic. In the process, the pale skin on the arms fell off piece by piece, like the old wall paint. There is always an end to the length of your arms. A misshapen hand appears at the end of the arm, flying from the upper left corner of the frame to the right half. The palm of that hand was small, the fingers were very long, like a mechanical hand, and the knuckles were not three, but five or six, each of which was the length of a normal person's finger. The nails are black and shaped like needles. The hands are as pale as the arms, and there is no trace of blood in sight, and there are no palm prints on the palms of the hands. There was a yellow piece of talisman paper pasted there, so yellow that it was a little blinding, as if it had been sprinkled with gold dust.

When the arms and hands were completely retracted into the pile of corpses, there were many white paper-like skin fragments on the corpses on the ground.

"Just now...... ...... just now" Geng Qian's voice came from outside the picture, with a frightened trill.

The other girl burst into screams, followed by a series of hurried footsteps.

"Is that the ......," the old man asked in a low voice, "what now?" ”

Wu Ling's tone was the calmest one, and her voice was not even any different from before, "It's a little troublesome." Do you have fire here? ”

The old man replied, "There are firewood and fire folds in the backyard, as well as some cooking oil." ”

"You went and got it." Wu Ling commanded.

"I, I'm going too...... I'm ......," Geng Qian stammered.

No one answered, but the footsteps that sounded after that were not a person's, and the "click" sound of stepping on the floor tiles with bare feet was obvious.

The camera focuses on the pile of corpses, searching around, and zooming in on the camera from time to time. The terrifying appearance of those corpses suddenly magnified, and it was a little terrifying, but after a few times, the impact weakened.

At this time, the old man and Geng Qian also returned.

Wu Ling turned the camera to the door.

The two men came out of a door at the end of the hallway. The old man had firewood in his hand, Geng Qian had a bucket in his hand, and there was a fire fold. The bucket was half-old and not new, and the surface was as dusty as the furniture outside. Geng Qian held the bucket in one hand and the fire fold in the other, blowing as she walked.

The fire fold is cylindrical, similar to a cigar, and smaller than a cigar. Geng Qian blew it a few times, I don't know if it's a skill problem, or if this thing has been put for a long time, and the sparks always flash away.

The old man was holding the firewood and didn't pay attention to it for a while.

The camera was aimed at Geng Qian, and abruptly zoomed in, magnifying Geng Qian's face to the entire picture.

The pixels are very high, and in this case, every subtle change on Geng Qian's face is recorded. She was blowing the fire, but her eyes were rolling in her sockets, extremely restless, and she glanced at the top of the camera from time to time, probably observing Wu Ling.

The camera suddenly zoomed out again, and no longer gave Geng Qian a close-up.

Geng Qian was already very close to Wu Ling at this time. She walked in a hurry, barefoot, and slid on the clumpy blood stains on the ground, and her body suddenly threw forward, "ouch", and the bucket in her hand was thrown out, and the pale yellow oil spilled out, filling the whole picture.

With a quick swipe of the camera, it was aimed at the ground, and a hand appeared in the frame, clenched into a fist, raised up, and broke through the layer of oil. In the picture, oil splashed on Wu Ling's body, and the camera quickly swiped and returned to its original position. The fist was already extended, and the palm of the hand was aimed at Geng Qian's face.

Geng Qian, who rushed forward, raised her other hand at this time, and the fire fold in her hand had already ignited a scarlet fire, stabbing it like a sword. Her expression was hideous, and a black aura covered her face like a mask. The hideous expression turned into horror in the next second.

Wu Ling's hand pressed on Geng Qian's face, and Geng Qian let out an earth-shattering scream.

Knock knock knock......

The old man's firewood had fallen off. He looked at the scene in front of him at a loss. The sluggish face and Geng Qian's distorted face appeared in the picture one after the other.

Wu Ling withdrew his hand. Geng Qian rolled on the ground in pain, holding her face and howling.

The camera drooped and was aimed at Geng Qian.

"How...... What's going on? The old man muttered.

He should have experienced strong winds and waves, but when he saw this scene, he still couldn't come back to his senses.

"Possessed. The woman had long been possessed by her. I didn't have much chance to get close to her before, but now I finally have it. Wu Ling's tone was as flat as water, as if he had done something insignificant.

"That hand ...... just now"

"It's just a small trick." Wu Ling was still unimpressed.

Black smoke came out of Geng Qian's fingers, as if her face was burning. She screamed incessantly, hoarsely, and slowly, the struggle became less, and the screaming became weaker.

When Geng Qian didn't move at all, Wu Ling squatted down and pulled away Geng Qian's hand covering her face with one hand.

It was no longer Geng Qian's face, but a strange woman, with a resentful expression on her face, her eyes were round and open, full of bloodshots, and her pupils were abnormally gray. Because of that expression, her facial features are not good-looking and ugly, but that face makes people feel cold down their backs at a glance.

"It's Yang." The old man said, his tone was complicated, "What's the matter...... This hasn't happened before. ”

"Nothing strange. You were all thinking about surviving on your own, right? And you, strong-willed. This girl is different, she has a crush who is currently under our protection, and if we don't solve this matter, he may come in at any time. Wu Ling stood up, the camera zoomed out, and there was no need to take a close-up of Yang's face.

The old man sighed, and changed his tone of expectation, "Then she's dead now, can we go out?" ”

The camera cuts to the room where the body is kept.

"The key to this alien space is not in the Yang family itself."

The camera moved with Wu Ling and entered the room.

"These bodies still need to be cleaned up." Wu Ling said, turned around again, and the camera focused on the old man who followed him to the door, "Set fire to burn the corpse." ”

The old man went to get firewood, reminded him that the oil was gone, and went to pick up the fire fold to make a fire. In this regard, Wu Ling probably couldn't help at all, so he went to drag the corpse that didn't know whether it was Yang or Geng Qian into the room, and threw it into the pile of corpses. The old man lit the fire, and it didn't burn vigorously. The two had to wait.

The flames gradually engulfed the pile of corpses, covering Yang's resentful face.

When the body burned, the fire jumped and grew stronger. There was a touch of dark green in the red and yellow firelight, like ghost fire.

"That's okay, right?" The old man asked apprehensively.

"No problem." Wu Ling was very calm.

The flame continued to burn, and the dark green color slowly receded, and the color of the flame returned to normal, but the corpse in the flame melted unnaturally, turning into a puddle of viscous liquid, which condensed together, and the fire also decreased, but it continued and burned quietly.