Under the corpse's black robes, no other clothes were worn. Generally speaking, a corpse that has not been dead for less than two minutes should not have undergone obvious changes in skin color, but the skin color of this corpse is lifeless and pale like a corpse that has been frozen in a morgue freezer for a long time.

"Is this the corpse of '82?" Zhang Luo casually made a joke, and then stopped his eyes on the "tattoo" on the other party's back.

The pattern on the back of the corpse, while easily mistaken for a tattoo, is actually a bizarre pattern of large bruises and cyanosis:

――On the left and right sides, roughly where the lobes of the lungs are located, there is a purple palm print, and in the center of the spine is a face pattern made up of bruises.

On that face, where the eyes and nose should have been, were empty, but the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, revealing a strange smile, as if mocking everyone present.

"Ah......h

Seeing the terrifying pattern, the woman who had just been rescued by Frankenstein trembled, stumbled back a few steps, and the expression on her face was full of horror.

However, the other two "people" present were certainly unlikely to be frightened by this kind of thing. A young man, in particular, has already begun to joke:

"Did this product fall into the palm of the gods, or did you just take the subway in this city?"

"Be serious." Frankenstein glanced at him.

"To be serious, based on my years of experience, this should be a serious dependence phenomenon." Zhang Luo said as he stripped off the robes of the other two corpses next to him, and sure enough, he saw the same pattern on the back of the deceased: "These guys are possessed by the same 'person'." ”

-- The so-called "phenomenon of dependence" has a more popular name, which is "the upper body of the ghost." In Zhang Luo's opinion, these black-robed people were obviously possessed by something, so they left this kind of mark on their bodies, but the thing that possessed them was not like ordinary ghosts, it should be something more powerful.

Thinking of this, he turned to the woman who was not daring to look at the corpse with her eyes closed, and asked, "What did these guys say when they tortured you?" ”

"Huh? Ah......" was stunned for a moment before realizing that Zhang Luo was asking himself a question, the short-haired woman's voice kept trembling, and she stammered: "He, what do they say to follow the rules, and they also say that I, I am fuel." ”

"They just said that." Frankenstein, who was standing next to him, crossed his arms and added.

"Well, it seems that the focus is on 'rules' and 'fuel'." Zhang Luo nodded, staring thoughtfully at the bluestone street in front of him.

He knew very well that it was the quickest way to find out what was going on here and ask the local "residents" about it, but the nearby stone houses seemed to be the same as the one he had just entered, and there were no ghosts there. And......

"The monster who gave away the human head is here." Seeing the shadowy dark figure on the street in front of him, Zhang Luo laughed contemptuously.

With the sound of chaotic footsteps, a large number of figures approached from the street, also dressed in dark robes and holding various killing tools in their hands, obviously the same as the three who had just been killed by Frankenstein.

As if recalling the painful experience of being tortured, the short-haired woman hurriedly hid behind Frankenstein, and Frankenstein once again turned her hands into double knives, and prepared for battle with Zhang Luo, who took out the "black box" next to her.

To their surprise, those menacing black-robed men did not attack, but only stopped twenty meters away from them. A dull male voice rang out from the crowd:

"Please don't attack, the master invites you to his palace."

Hearing this, Zhang Luo stepped heavily on the left arm of the corpse next to him, and after a crisp sound, he stepped on the other party's arm and deformed, obviously fractured.

"Are you sure your master didn't come to declare war?" He laughed.

Even though he made an obvious provocative move, the black-robed men still had no intention of attacking, but instead retracted their weapons into their robes, and all of them returned to their bare hands.

"It's the host's invitation, and we're here to greet the two." The black-robed man's voice was still very polite, not at all like the reaction of a normal person when he saw his companion being whipped after his tragic death.

Although these black-robed people did not seem to be hostile, Frankenstein obviously had no good impression of them, and was about to rush up and kill them with a knife, but Zhang Luo stretched out his right arm to stop him:

"Wait a minute."

After stopping Frankenstein, Zhang Luo stepped forward and nodded to the black-robed man, "Lead the way." ”

"What are you going to do?" The girl in blue stared at him with a frown.

"I'm more interested in their 'masters'." Zhang Luo patted the cold shoulder of the mechanical girl, turned back to the short-haired woman who was stunned in place and said, "If you don't want to die, come with us." ”

"Uh...... Good good. ”

The woman in gray clothes woke up like a dream, and immediately followed quickly, although the clothes full of holes have a primitive beauty, but unfortunately the dust and blood stains on the body make the original temptation. The confusion is gone.

Zhang Luo knew that if he left this woman in place, she would be killed by the black-robed man one hundred percent. And there's something else that's of concern......

Following the footsteps of the black-robed man in front of them, the three of them walked through the gloomy stone house phalanx. Unlike when they first came in, the gray figures who were "watching" around before all disappeared this time. made the already ghostly dungeon completely turn into a lifeless dead zone.

After turning a few corners in the street, and walking forward for about five hundred meters, a large hall like a palace suddenly appeared in front of him without warning, as if it had just been airborne, occupying Zhang Luo's sight.

It was a large hall supported by dozens of columns, the walls of which were as lifeless dark gray as the stone houses, and the columns that supported the fan-shaped dome were painted with bright red paint, and the contrast of colors was so striking that it was uncomfortable to look at.

On top of the hundreds of steps, a huge platform can be seen, on which also some vague figures stand, and in the center there seems to be something like a throne.

Although it was too far away to see clearly, Zhang Luo knew that the one sitting on the throne of that platform should be the ruler of this place!

"Please."

The black-robed man who had completed the task of leading the way retreated to both sides, and at the same time bowed respectfully, Zhang Luo and Frankenstein glanced at each other, and then walked briskly up the long stone steps. Even though it seems that he is not speaking on the surface, he is using the Eye of the Executioner to communicate in secret:

"Are you going to be with him?" Frankenstein asked.

"What are you kidding, I just want to figure out what's going on here." Zhang Luo replied.

"And then?"

"Kill him, of course." Speaking of this, Zhang Luo had a sinister smile on his face. (To be continued.) )