My body froze completely, and a sense of fear instantly spread through my body.

What scared me was not the scene of these bloodthirsty foreigners eating the living, the real horror was that I didn't feel scared after seeing this scene, and even drooled uncontrollably!

I'm the same kind of people as them, and if I don't cure my hemophilia sooner or later, sooner or later I'll become like them! And the thought that I would cut off someone's head and drink blood on someone's neck made me feel a chill running around my body.

I managed to take my eyes off the cannibalistic blood-sucking scene, and slowly fell to the ground and stepped back until I was sure they wouldn't see me.

The sailor had been escorted from my right rear, and I guessed that there might have been others locked up in that direction, so I didn't linger much on this side of the cabin, and went straight to the other end of the woods.

After about five minutes of walking, I reached the end of the woods, and behind a stretch of slope that stretched out in Xiangxia was a small village.

The village was small, with a dozen or so houses at most. The arrangement of these dozen or so houses is irregular, which can be described as "messy", and there is no so-called road between the rooms, which is probably built at random.

There are no lights and no people in the small village, I don't know if it is a deserted village or if the people in the village are sleeping.

I looked out into the village at the edge of the woods for a while, and only after I had never seen anyone in the village did I carefully emerge from the woods and descend into the village following the edge of the slope.

The houses in the village are all made of wood, and when you look closely, you can see that these houses are very dilapidated, and some of the wooden planks that make up the houses have been severely moth-eaten, and it feels like the whole house will collapse with a kick.

I lifted my feet and landed lightly, carefully going to the outside of a house and peering through the gap in the plank.

The house was empty and uninhabited, but there seemed to be a pickaxe on a wooden table. I went around to the door and pushed it open little by little with a very slow motion, trying not to make any noise, and when it was open enough for me to enter, I squeezed sideways into the room.

There was a musty smell in the house, but it wasn't unpleasant. I walked over to the table, and there was indeed a mahogany-handled pickaxe, one end of which was nailed deep to the table, and the other end was stained with black-red blood, apparently it wasn't used for climbing.

I reached over and grabbed the wooden handle with my right hand, pressed my left hand against the table, and pressed both hands in opposite directions.

With a click of wood, I pulled the pickaxe off the wooden table.

I hurried to the door and looked outside, and only after making sure that no one was attracted by the sound did I look down at the pickaxe in my hand. The pickaxe nailed to the table was almost half a foot long, and it was also stained with blood, so I took the pickaxe in my hand, and it was just the right amount to use as a weapon.

There was nothing else useful in this room, so I dodge out and ran to the next house.

I looked at ten rooms in a row, and they were all empty, not even tables, chairs, benches, beds and anything like that, only an empty room with shelves. As I approached the eleventh house, things finally changed, and before I could get close I could smell a stench of rotting flesh, which was not unfamiliar to me.

I pinched my nose and walked to the door and looked inside.

There was a large wooden table with a torso lying across it, half of the ribs had been shaved off, and the other half was crawling with maggots and flies. I was willing to believe that the ribs belonged to some kind of animal, such as a deer or something, but my eyes were still glancing at a head, a human head, sitting next to the table!

The head was also rotten, and the two black-red rotten eye sockets were full of bugs, looking horrible and disgusting.

Seeing such a scene, I believe that no one would be interested in entering this house, but just as I turned my head to leave, there was a sudden creaking sound in this room!

I quickly turned around and found that a large square plank had been pushed open on the floor of the house, and a large bald head with a fierce face had climbed up from the pit below. The bald man's face was covered in dirt and looked dirty, and he hummed a little tune as he climbed up, holding a blood-stained boning knife in his right hand.

I chuckled and swallowed. I grabbed my pickaxe in my hand, wondering whether I should run away or rush in and capture him, as I watched through the crack in the door to see what the bald butcher was going to do next.

After the bald head came out, he came to the wooden table, and then reached out and grabbed a handful of meat maggots from between the ribs and put them in his mouth, and then chewed them with relish!

My stomach was churning, and I almost threw up on the spot.

I quickly turned my eyes away from the room, and crouched down in the doorway, hoping to suppress the urge to vomit in this crouching position.

This method is still very effective, and the urge to vomit was stopped by me, and at this time there was a terrible singing sound in the room, and there was a sound of "bell ~ bell ~ bell ~" from time to time in the midst of humming and chirping songs. I took a deep breath and got up again to look through the crack in the door.

The bald head was chopping the ribs off the table into pieces with a knife, and then throwing the bones and flesh into an iron bucket. When the torso on the table had been disassembled in half, and the bucket was full, the bald head slashed the boning knife into the board, and then returned to the pit in the middle of the room with the bucket of bones, and closed the wooden door.

I turned around and leaned my back against the door again, my mind now in a mess.

Do you want to follow up and take a look? A madman who cuts people and eats maggots is in that tunnel, and God knows how many crazy people are like him in there, and if I don't make trouble in there, I will become a chop on the board! You shouldn't go in, only a fool would!

I didn't want to stay at the door of this room for a moment, and just as I was about to leave, there was a sudden metallic noise from the house! I almost instinctively glanced back at the crack in the door, and it made me gasp!

In the corner of the room came an extra dagger, very delicate, and the scabbard was carved in the shape of a dragon, and I had seen this pattern more than once—it was Qiao Wei's knife!

Qiao Wei was arrested?!

I quickly shook my head vigorously, because I had already unconsciously begun to imagine the scene of Qiao Wei's body being dismembered! After forcibly driving away the ominous images, I pushed open the door and entered the rancid room without thinking.

The stench inside the house wasn't much stronger than the outside, maybe I had spent enough time in this foul smell to get used to it.

I went to the corner of the room and picked up the dagger on the floor, then looked up and glanced at it.

There was also a crossbar two meters above the dagger, on which were a lot of clothes, not just one person, the dark brown coat that Qiao Wei wore when he boarded the ship was on the crossbar, this dagger seemed to have been in the pocket of the coat all the time, and it had just fallen off.

There were only two ways in front of me, one was to leave my friend and run away, and the other was to venture into the pit to see if Qiao Wei had been arrested.

I'm not a hero, I still hesitate when faced with this terrible choice, to be precise, hesitate for a while! Zuihou I still chose the latter, and went into the pit to find out!

The wooden handle of the pickaxe has a leather buckle at the end, which fastens my leather buckle to my belt so that the pickaxe runs next to my legs, and I hold Qiao Wei's dagger in my hand. I took a deep breath when I was ready, and though the air was smelly, I had to calm myself down further.

Once I was done, I went to the middle of the room and opened the plank.

Beneath the wooden planks was a vertical Xiangxia direction passage with an iron ladder, and it was pitch black under the passage without the slightest light. I followed the ladder down to the bottom of the tunnel, which was about five meters deep, and below it was a one-way tunnel, which was high enough for me to walk normally without having to bend down.

I walked more than 20 meters down the tunnel, and water began to accumulate in the tunnel. This is not a good sign, I need to be careful with every step, the footsteps are amplified almost infinitely underground.

I groped my way forward for two minutes, and after turning a corner, there was a light in front of me—a torch fixed to the wall.

I was about to walk towards the torch when suddenly I heard the sound of conversation and footsteps coming from the pit in front of me! Soon two shadows were cast on the walls of the tunnel, apparently someone had come out of a corner hallway, and was likely to walk towards me!

I panicked and took half a step back, not noticing a puddle behind me, and my feet made a "snap" sound when I stepped into the puddle.

At the same time, there was a short shout from the torch, and I guess he was probably shouting "who".

Run! Come on!

The first thing my brain gave to my legs, I immediately turned around and ran, regardless of whether my feet were louder or not. My movements apparently caught the attention of the two men as well, and their footsteps became louder and more frequent—and they were chasing after them!