At this time, it seemed that the dark clouds had temporarily dispersed, revealing a dim moonlight. In the faint moonlight, I saw a white object on the table beside me, which looked like a candle in the appearance.

I picked it up and found a box of old-fashioned matches next to the candle, and I wondered if it would still work. After a few attempts, the match was finally lit.

At the moment when the firelight lit up, a frightened face appeared in front of my eyes, and I gasped in fright, and almost waved the spirit like that face to cut off.

"It's just a dead man, haven't you seen it? What is there to be afraid of. Void said disdainfully in me.

I ignored him, but made up my mind and lit the half-white candle with a match in my hand. It was then that I realized that the corpse with a frightened face in front of me was sitting on a wooden chair next to the table. The skin on his face was rotten like mud, and a large number of red branches and buds "broke through the ground" on his face, and even his eyes and mouth grew bright red branches, and the branches and buds bloomed with bright red flowers, and the death could be said to be miserable.

And the clothes on his body have long been rotten, and I don't know how long he has been dead. I looked at the dead body in front of me and sighed, but the immediate priority was to help Hao Yang find the antidote, so I carefully walked around the dead man and slowly searched the house with the candle in my hand.

As I went deeper, I found that in addition to the body I saw for the first time, there were three other bodies lying in the bedroom of the house, one of which looked like a child who was only a few years old.

"This damn blood farmer is so heartbroken, even the child will not let go......" At this time, I was angry in my heart, and I couldn't wait to find the blood farmer now and break him into pieces.

When the vain heard my words, instead of being angry, he calmly said, "People will eventually die, and it is better to ascend to heaven as soon as possible than to suffer for decades." ”

"! Wouldn't it be completely meaningless for that man to live?! And what were you when you were alive before?! You think it's pointless to live now that you're dead, what's the point! "I was irritated by the vain words and became even more irritable.

"What's the point of you arguing with me? Whether people live or die does not depend on me. And the meaning of human existence depends only on what everyone does. The vain words were cold and flat, and I could not feel any emotion in his tone, and even for a moment, I felt a chill in my heart.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you, I have something to do now......" I said, ignoring the vanity and continuing to look for it in the room......

After searching for a long time, I couldn't find any valuable clues in the room at all, except for some rotten and moldy daily necessities and furniture, there were no relevant clues at all.

After that, I searched several nearby homes in a row, but without exception, I couldn't find any clues at all. Just when I was a little discouraged, worried that all the clues were destroyed by me because of the blow just now, I suddenly found some clues in a house.

The house didn't look much different from the rest of the house, with simple and quaint furniture, cobwebbed doors and windows, and moldy and rotten daily necessities. Strangely, there was not a single corpse in this household, but the air was filled with a stronger smell of corpses than in the others.

"Weird...... It smells of corpses, but why can't I find them...... Hey, vain, can you feel anything? ”

"The soul has long been dispersed, and there is not even a soul in this ghost place, how can I feel anything." Said disapprovingly, and there was still not the slightest emotional fluctuation in his tone.

"Forget it, you still have to rely on yourself at this time......" I muttered to myself, and at that moment, I stepped on something under my feet, and suddenly my body sank down, and I fell completely......

With a "bang", I fell heavily to the ground, instantly stirring up a burst of echoes around me, and it seemed to be a relatively empty space.

"What is this place......" I hurriedly got up from the ground, the candle I was holding was falling at my feet, but thankfully it wasn't extinguished.

I reached out and picked up the candle and was about to look back, but just as I was holding it in front of me, a terrifying face suddenly appeared in the candlelight, and it was on my left side, only half an arm's length away.

"Who!" I exclaimed, subconsciously waved out the spirit in my hand, and in an instant, the knife in my hand fell, and I heard a "poof", as if something was cut off by me to the ground.

At this time, I hurriedly held the spirit in my hand, held the candle and took a few steps back one after another, and calmed down, and I saw that there were more than a dozen corpses piled up here, and what I had just cut off was only the head of one of the corpses.

"Strange ......" I looked carefully at the corpses lying on the ground around me in horror, and always felt that something was wrong.

"They don't have any plants on them......" reminded me impatiently.

When I heard him say this, I took a closer look and realized that the corpses did not have that red plant on them, and they did not seem to be infected.

Now I am even more puzzled, since these people are not infected, why did they die here en masse? Could it be that they were trapped here to hide from that plant?

Thinking, I frowned, carefully holding a candle and searching around. It was a square basement only two meters high and nine or ten meters wide, surrounded by some rough wooden tables and stools, and some bed-like furniture, and on one of the dusty tables, I found a yellowed papyrus notebook.

When I saw the book, I put the candle in my hand on the table, and picked up the worn-out book, which was not bound, but was made of straw paper, and as soon as I picked it up, the paper was scattered on the table.

By candlelight, I saw strange drawings of charcoal on the straw paper scattered on the table, which looked like the product of a child passing the time when he was bored.

As I was looking through them in confusion, I suddenly noticed that the more I flipped back, the more strange they became, and some words began to appear under some of the paintings.

The writing was so tender that it was a child's hand. One of them reads, "I want to eat, I want to eat, my stomach keeps barking...... it seems that these people probably hid in this basement for a long time, and finally died due to food shortages......