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Not only was the face and head of this dried corpse not covered in skin, but there was not a trace of skin left on the whole body, so what was exposed to me was almost dried flesh...... And it's carrion that constantly oozes dark brown blood!

The whole of this dry corpse gives me the feeling as if it has been squeezed out of my skin by a strong external force......

It walked slowly, but it was so close to me that I didn't have time to leave.

It's not that I'm too slow to react, but the moment I realized that the Demon Slayer Sword in my hand had turned into a soft piece of rotten flesh without me knowing anything, it laid the foundation for the current scene.

I even expected something bad to happen, but I just expected it to be so serious.

At that time, under the reflex, I watched the minced meat in my hand be thrown to the ground by me, but the moment the minced meat came out of my hand, I even regretted my intestines......

Because as soon as this piece of minced meat left the palm of my hand, it once again appeared as a ghost-slaying sword......

Damn, I'm obsessed with ghosts!

The Demon Slayer Sword fell unusually fast, and before my reflex arc could get the stimulation from my head to pick it up, the Demon Slayer slammed into the ground, and the crisp sound drifted far away in the deathly silence of the morgue......

This sound, which was not very loud, seemed to play a role similar to a catalyst, causing a loud noise like a flash flood to suddenly come from the ground of the entire morgue, and the continuous sound wave stimulated my eardrums, which affected my body and mind to a certain extent, so that my legs were a little uncontrollable at this time.

"Click...... Click...... Click......"

Dense cracks suddenly appeared on the ground again, and these new cracks, like mushrooms after a rain, quickly spread throughout the room, and a large amount of blood poured out of it.

However, the difference between this time and the previous one was that as soon as the uncontrollable blood flowed out like a fountain touched the ground or the wall, it quickly turned into a solid state, as if in an instant, it formed one dark black blood scab after another, so that the environment around me became dim at this moment, as if I was instantly placed in a coffin filled with the breath of death.

The darkness, the darkness, and the death brought me from the quiet morgue to the brink of death, and the terrifying atmosphere and environment made me feel as uncomfortable as if I were suffocating.

I frowned and looked at the skinless corpse in front of me that crawled out of the mirror, only to find that it was staring at me very bloodthirsty, the purple-black blood on its body cast into a layer of thick blood scabs like armor, panting heavily, slowly walking away towards me......

I looked at the headless corpse with a dead expression, the slightest thought of dodging or escaping, and the composure gave the feeling that I had already figured out how to deal with it, as if I had a way out......

If it weren't for the cracks in the ground that appeared two particularly thin but powerful hands that grabbed my ankles and made me lose the ability to escape, I would have been bewildered by the otherworldly calmness of my predicament at this moment......

I never dreamed that I would fall into the trap of a ghost at this already critical juncture and throw out the only demon sword I could use to protect myself from the predicament in front of me.

Although I want to compare with Taoist priests of the same level as me, I have enough practical combat experience, but except for this only excuse I can comfort myself, to put it bluntly, I am a little white who can not even draw a few talismans, and can only rely on Taoist tools to do it like a primitive person.

Now I don't have a talisman on my body, and the ghost sword has been thrown out of my hand, and even the ghost heart similar to a super cheat has been used up, plus my hands and feet have been restrained by those hands sticking out of the cracks, so ......

At this moment, I am almost at the end of my rope!

Every hand that stretched out from the crack was bloody, and from those cracked ground, it came out one after another, like a sharp blade, cutting the skin from the inside out of the human body, looking very terrifying.

What should I do now?

How should it be?

I suddenly asked in my mind, and my whole heart was now in a terrible darkness, and my brain was blank.

The whole person almost fell into a state where he couldn't extricate himself.

Besides, even if my mind is abnormally clear at the moment, I can't escape the predicament in front of me without my hands, without my feet, and with only my brain.

After all the attempts failed, I could only watch as the dry corpse, without a single trace of skin covering his body, came towards me......

I tried to escape, but my feet were grabbed by the hands sticking out of the ground, and I couldn't break free.

The desire to survive forced me to desperately lift my feet, and I suddenly used force, perhaps to burst out of the so-called potential, and the hands that were holding my ankles were actually broken free by me.

Seeing the possibility of escape, I desperately tried to break free of this hand, and then desperately tried to break free of the rest of the hands that grabbed my ankles......

But when I tried my best to break free of my hands again, a new hand came out of the crack in the ground again, and then clung to my ankle......

There are many cracks in the ground, and in each crack there will be a hand, as few as seven or eight, as many as dozens......

When I turned my head to look behind me, the ground was almost covered with my hands, and I couldn't find any place to stay.

And in an instant, my leg was pulled into a crack in the ground.

Suddenly, I felt a warm heat spread through my body through the cracks, and then ...... When I really wanted to struggle and pull that foot out, I found that I couldn't move at all, as if hundreds of hands were grabbing my leg at the same time, making me powerless to break free!

After a while, I was pulled into the crack by my hands on the ground......

Don't......

Am I just dead?

When half of my body was pulled down by dozens of hands sticking out of the cracks, I was no longer able to resist.

The world in the cracks is like a quagmire, and the more desperately you resist, the deeper you sink into it......

Even more abominable, when my whole body was pulled into the cracks in the ground, and only one head was left on the ground, the dry corpse that crawled out of the mirror without a trace of skin on its whole body suddenly came up to me......

Condescendingly, he slowly squatted in front of me, spit out a mouthful of rancid fishy wind, and pressed his bloody hand on my head......

After that, I was swallowed up by the cracks in the ground.

How did it come to this?

Am I just dead?

I closed my eyes and waited for death to come.

At this time, I saw that the original light was gradually decreasing.

Eventually, I was plunged into darkness.

Now I don't know if I'm dead or what's wrong......

At this moment, I only felt a warm liquid flowing in my body, and the moment these liquids stuck to my body, an unbearable sharp pain quickly spread throughout my body.

In the pain, I once again felt the violent squeezing and pressure around me, and the unique frequency of contraction made my already on the verge of collapse swallow up the despair again......

Because, it seems, I'm back in that ghost's stomach again......

And this time is different from the last time, and it is even more terrible......

The liquid that was running through me seemed to be ......

Gastric juice!