What does a corpse baby smell like, you ask?

emmmm, for this more acute sense of smell, I would like to publish a 30,000-word emotion to indict this earth-destroying smell.

Stinky tofu stinks, right? It tastes fragrant;

Italian maggot cheese stinks, right? It still tastes good...... At least (supposedly) something else in mind.

The processing process of this corpse baby is unknown, and I deeply suspect that it represents the highest level of craftsmanship in the black workshop of the Chinese people.

As far as I'm concerned, as a blood-drinking and human blood-loving second-class vampire at this stage, the baby is really the sweetest and most delicious, but it is the method of being mad and deceitful to turn this delicious taste into a kind of ...... with a strong smell of corpse and blood Biological weapons-grade junk.

My sense of smell and taste have been bullied by the stronger smell of the corpse baby, okay?!

The closer the car got to Chenhu Village, the more I looked like a husky with a small canine plague, eager to hit the steering wheel with my chin.

The road sign indicates that there is still 100km to reach Chenhu Village, after which the weather gradually gets darker, and the road surface is becoming more and more unclear, fortunately, my night vision is good, and the high beams are completely stress-free, compared to others, I am the most suitable for driving at night.

In the words of Mu Yurou's little ladies, fortunately I am not human now......

The road at night was dark and deep, as if it was about to swallow us up, and although the road on both sides was straight, there were no street lights, so I had to turn on the high beams.

It's okay if I don't turn it on, but I almost died of tachycardia when I turned it on - there are shadows of babies crawling everywhere!

Before I could react, these were phantoms, so I ran over them!

There was no sense of anything unusual, and the car was still driving smoothly, but there was a piercing sound of a baby screaming and crying in my ears!

So my life has three more shadows at once: the high beams, the highway in the middle of the night, and the baby.

Cold sweat ran down my ears and down to my back, it was surprisingly itchy, and the baby's night cry was somewhat similar to the wild cat's cry during the mating season in spring and autumn. Looking back, no one heard the child's cry, and each of them fell asleep peacefully.

"Ordinary, those are the souls of corpse babies. Their souls can't be reincarnated, so they hover near the corpse. The faint voice rang out, so frightened that I almost screamed, but fortunately my reflex arc was a little longer, and by the time I realized that it was Yan Qingqing, I didn't want to scream so much.

Thanks to the CCAV, thanks to the fatigue driving.

"Why did you come along?" I don't look at her face, although her temperament is like the two of them, her facial features are still too similar to Yan Yiru.

Yan Qingqing lowered his head, his voice was soft and gentle, "Mr. Zhan Yixiao brought me here, and he said that I should be able to help." And ......" she blushed (don't ask me how I can tell a female ghost to blush, intuition.) ）

"I want to see Shu Yu, just one side."

Scar? My long-dusted gossip soul burned, and I took a cigarette to refresh myself, "Do you have any stories to tell with Scar?" The long night is long and I have no intention of sleeping, why don't we do a special program that accompanies you to dawn - the ghost relationship between the Taoist priest of Maoshan and the female ghost is not over? ”

Yan Qingqing has a very good temper, whatever you say, she rarely gets angry, from this point of view, she is very likable to men, as long as you ignore the fact that she is really excited, she will blow up other people's houses, her beauty is enough to make people know that she is a ghost, and she can still think about the death of peony flowers, and female ghosts are romantic.

"Actually, Xiaoru likes Scar, and it's because of me. She and I probably had an electrocardiogram. But it's a pity that neither of us sisters is the right person, the only thing we have is the right face. She bowed her head and said quietly, telling a very twisted story.

Given that the story is a bit complicated, I'll retell it in the style of a mathematical formula.

Known 1: Scar is not a man of our time and space, he has crossed the plane.

Known 2: In the study room in the western suburbs villa, the woman who looks exactly like Yan Yiru (Yan Qingqing) is Scar's white moonlight cinnabar mole, soulmate, truelove, also from the plane of Scar.

Known 3: Yan Yiru was adopted by the Yan family since she was a child, and Yan Qingqing's fate was bumpy, and she drifted to different men since she was a child.

So, there is the following story:

The woman in the portrait hung in their world for some reason, and Scar sealed her soul in the scroll and traveled to our world - using some kind of space-time distortion black hole effect to come to our world, of course, this is a scientific statement, and the fantasy point you want to say is that he opened the door to another world, and came to our place with the ability to collapse Tarzan with a fart.

Anyway, he came, and it seems that he has lost some of his memory.

Then he met Yan Yiru, and then he met Yan Qingqing. He finds that two women look like his true love, but he is sure that they are not her.

Speaking of this, Yan Qingqing's face showed a trace of sadness.

Although she is very beautiful, the women who are out of love basically have the same sad faces.

But I'm smart, and the biggest sign of a smart man is not to ask a girl when she's obviously out of love, "Why do you seem a little sad?" "It's definitely the rhythm of looking for a draw.

I handed Yan Qingqing a cigarette, and when I remembered it, I immediately took it back, "Ah, I forgot that you can't smoke." ”

Yan Qingqing's laughter sounded very pleasant, "It's okay, I don't smoke even when I'm alive." ”

The journey is like this, even if it is very tiring, if someone is with you to chat, it will not be so boring, even if the other person is not a person.

The yellow sand was long, and the signage became more and more rusty, and the smell of corpse babies became stronger and stronger. I know we're almost there.

The others gradually woke up, and they also smelled the stench, Mu Yurou slowly complained in a lazy voice, "Why do I feel that this smell is a little unlucky?" ”

Except for Zhan Yi who could see Yan Qingqing, others didn't seem to have the ability to see her so intuitively. I guess there are too many grievances of the children of this generation in Chenhu Village, which completely covers up the smell of Yan Qingqing, so no one can feel it.

Seeing Zhan Yixiao, I didn't mean to let Yan Qingqing's existence be known, so I simply went with the flow and raised the bar with Mu Yurou, "Nonsense, because this place is full of demonic things made by the lives of innocent children, and the filth is very heavy." ”

Thinking of the last time I was at Fang Xiaodan's house with Scar, when I was dealing with the corpse babies all over the ground, the feeling of that group of babies with no hair, no emotion and no temperature crawling around me, I couldn't help but feel creepy, and the whole person shivered, and at the same time, at this time, we opened up the barren desert, and there was a small village in front of us.

This village is very backward, very old, the only thing that is slightly closer to modernity is probably the lantern used for decoration at the entrance of the village, in which the red Song characters are used to depict the edge of a Chenhu village.

It looks tacky and rustic.

It was the middle of the night, and the whole village was so quiet that no chickens could be heard, and no one even coughed.

"The destination has arrived, get out of the car, I beckoned everyone to get out of the car, we were just going to explore the terrain, but I didn't expect that just as everyone got off the car, there was a baby's heart-rending cry in the dark and silent village.

Like wolves howling on the prairie, one child cried, followed by many other children crying.

We glanced at each other, made sure we had a cell phone signal, grabbed our map, and got ready to go inside.

I stared at the lanterns with the three characters [Chenhu Village] at the door, and at this moment, the lanterns flashed and flashed as if they were about to trip. Then the dot above the word went out.

A cold wind blew, and we looked at the three blood-red Chinese characters hanging high above our heads, and we felt a chill in our hearts.

The original Chenhu Village has now become "Chen Corpse Village." ”

The baby's cry came in the wind with a faint tail.