The words on the page clearly appeared in Shi Yuan's mind.

"If a person enters the dark world before he dies, he will be corrupted by the dark world."

Shi Yuan's mind flashed Tu Xue'er's face, Zhu Gennian's face, and Feng Chunqing's face...... Their faces, without exception, were badly rotted and horrible.

But Fang Yisheng didn't show the slightest sign of corrosion.

Is this person really Fang Yisheng? It's a white humanoid in the sensory domain, but what if my perception is disturbed?

Shi Yuan gritted his teeth, took out the mineral water from his backpack, and poured a large mouthful.

The headache was immediately relieved, but Shi Yuan's mood did not relax in the slightest.

"Fang Yisheng, tell me, how long have you been in the dark world?"

Shi Yuan asked as he stared straight into Fang Yisheng's eyes.

"I don't remember exactly, but it was probably more than a month...... Well, almost two months like that. ”

Fang Yisheng's face replied without any abnormality.

"Really?"

Shi Yuan straightened up and returned to normal.

"Pretty much. What's wrong? ”

"Nothing, just ask."

Shi Yuan continued to dig the earth.

There was a feeling in the palm of his hand that something was squirming. It was extremely uncomfortable, although it didn't hurt.

Shi Yuan felt his heart twitching.

Finally, he couldn't help but stop again and look into his palm.

There are more black lines, and they are more visible.

Looking at his palm, Shi Yuan felt as if he was looking down on the ocean from the sky, and those black lines were the fish swimming in the sea.

No, perhaps it would be more accurate to say sea snakes.

"Oops! I also have this black line on my hand! ”

Fang Yisheng suddenly lost his voice and shouted.

"What's going on?"

Shi Yuan frowned, and had to stop his movements again and look at Fang Yisheng.

Fang Yisheng immediately raised his right hand, his palm facing Shi Yuan.

Shi Yuan saw that Fang Yisheng's palm also had a lot of black lines like him, which were also squirming under the skin.

Suddenly, Shi Yuan felt as if he saw something falling from the ceiling.

But that thing is so small that it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an illusion.

However, the cautious Shi Yuan chose to look up, and at the same time raised the flashlight to let the beam shine on it.

A feeling of unpleasant nausea erupted.

Shi Yuan saw that there were countless black lines on the ceiling, and all of them were squirming.

He knew that the thing that had just fallen was one of the black wires.

Of course, he also saw that those were not threads, but worms.

Then, Shi Yuan realized something that made him chill.

The feeling that something in the air had just gotten into the pores was not an illusion, but it was not ice crystals that got in, but this kind of bug.

"Quick! Help me dig together! ”

Shi Yuan was not so frightened that he immediately ran away, but took out a shovel and threw it to Fang Yisheng.

He didn't want to leave the building without getting anything. He had to test his suspicions, or he would never be able to solve the deadly curse.

Fang Yisheng didn't hesitate, took the shovel and immediately started digging.

The two dug quickly. Finally, Shi Yuan's shovel shoveled a very hard object.

"There's something!"

Shi Yuan dug a few more times, then stopped his movements and squatted down to check.

Faintly, a little bit of white peeked out of the black dirt.

"What is this?"

Fang Yisheng immediately asked.

Shi Yuan shook his head and continued to dig a few times.

That thing was becoming more and more clearly revealed.

It turned out to be a human hand, with unusually pale skin and covered in frost.

Shi Yuan felt an indescribable awkwardness in his heart, because the touch from the shovel just now gave him the feeling that he had shoveled a large metal object, such as an iron box.

He hesitated slightly, then moved closer to the human hand, taking a closer look.

Beneath the frost covered by the outer hand of the human hand, there were faint black lines wriggling.

Shi Yuan's heart was horizontal, and he simply grabbed the hand and pulled it up.

However, he was not able to pull his hand out.

Is it a hand, or is it a ...... A corpse?

A terrifying picture appeared in Shi Yuan's mind.

In the midst of the dirt, a dead body stood, desperately reaching for a hand upward. The corpse's eyes burst into staring, and the whites of its eyes were covered with countless wriggling black lines.

Shi Yuan shook his head, but he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Shi Yuan, is this what you're looking for? I remember you said you're looking for a balance stone, right? This seems to be ......."

Fang Yisheng's voice came again.

"Yes, I'm looking for a balance stone, and I don't know what a balance stone looks like, but ...... I don't think it's a corpse. ”

Shi Yuan looked at the miserable white hand and said.

After a pause of a few seconds, he continued, "Keep digging." If it's a corpse, dig it up entirely. ”

Fang Yisheng was stunned, but he didn't say anything, but helped Shi Yuan dig the soil together.

The underside of the hand is attached to the arm. The arms were also extremely pale, with numerous black lines under the skin.

The strange thing is that the black of the black line and the white of the skin obviously overlap each other, but they seem to be completely separated. In the Ming World, Shi Yuan had never seen such a strange picture.

After digging for some time, they saw a clump of hair.

It was the top of the corpse's head.

I'm about to see the face of the dead. Shi Yuan and Fang Yisheng couldn't help but pause, and a burst of horror rose in their hearts.

"Black lines" kept falling from the ceiling, falling on Shi Yuan's body, and then seemingly disappearing.

I seemed to be thinking about something important just now. What is it?

Shi Yuan couldn't help but start thinking again.

A few words wander through my head.

Skin. Rot. Oblivion.

What kind of message can be pieced together by these words?

Half of the corpse's face was exposed.

A pair of closed eyes.

Although they were tightly closed, those eyes were all too familiar to Shi Yuan.

It was his own eyes.

Shi Yuan stood up suddenly and took a few steps back.

"It's you."

Fang Yisheng's voice came faintly from the side.

Shi Yuan looked at Fang Yisheng in shock.

He didn't speak, just waited. He was waiting for Fang Yisheng to explain the phrase "you are like a virus" just now.

But he didn't wait.

Fang Yisheng also looked at him, and suddenly laughed sneeringly.

"Don't tell me you didn't see it yourself."

"You ......"

Shi Yuan retreated again.

From Fang Yisheng's body, he felt a strong abnormal aura.

The one in front of you, is it really a ghost? Is it a ghost disguised as a Fang Yisheng? Or, is this the ghost body corresponding to Fang Yisheng?

"You must be thinking, I should explain that, right?" Fang Yisheng's face became a little distorted, "Indeed, I can explain. I said, it's you, then he'...... It's you. You after death. ”

After speaking, Fang Yisheng laughed strangely.