Chapter 36 The Big-Faced Corpse

(The update is delivered, and it will continue tomorrow.) Strive to rush towards 100,000 words)

Thinking that there were more than corpses in this mausoleum, my back began to feel cold, and I shivered and turned around to look behind me, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to walk forward.

The lighting range of this home flashlight in my hand is so poor that I can't see anything from two meters away. In the lighting range, I could only see the dust suspended in the air, which must have been shaken up by the fat man's explosives.

"I don't know what happened to the fat man." I muttered. Walking alone in this dead tomb, there are still some strange pictures on the left and right. I couldn't hear anything other than my own heartbeat and breathing, which was terrifying.

Not long after walking forward, another stone gate appeared in front of me. However, this stone gate is much smaller than the previous quagmire, only a person is more than a meter high and a meter wide. I stepped forward and tried to push it, but as expected, the stone door did not move at all.

I kicked at the stone door, learning from the fat man to lie on it, inch by inch, looking for the mechanism to open it.

After looking for a long time, the mechanism was not found, but the battery of the flashlight ran out. This forced me to keep pinching the flashlight to generate electricity while looking for it.

By the time I had searched the lower half of the stone gate and was about to begin the upper part, a heavy breathing sound came from behind. I was stunned for a moment, and then the pores of my whole body exploded, and the whole person stayed in place.

Could it be that the fat man has already dealt with the big snake and returned to me the way he came? That's not right, I didn't hear the footsteps of the fat man. Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if the fat man comes from behind, then he should call me when he sees me. If it's not fat, who would it be?

My mind was racing, and almost instantaneously I thought of a possibility. Cadaver.

My eyes widened, I shook my hand covered in cold sweat, and slowly reached for the dagger strapped to my thigh, trying to pull it out to defend myself. But I didn't expect it to be empty.

By the way, I returned the knife to Lan when I was on the wooden floor. I scolded me secretly, and my heart said Do you want me to fight with the corpse with my bare hands? I'm not Lan, even if I have a knife, I can't say whether I can win or not, not to mention that I don't even have a knife now.

Just as there were countless "what to do" in my mind, I suddenly felt the sound of that breath take another step closer to me. It's so close that it's like it's behind me. Then a cold breath that seemed to be moist spat onto the base of my ears. I shuddered, and I froze in place, and my urine was almost scared out.

"Fat fatty, don't fucking joke," I said with my eyes closed, praying that it was a fat man's prank.

Before I could finish speaking, a sticky, slippery object landed on my neck and licked the base of my ear.

It's over, I thought to myself, this fucking fat man is definitely not so perverted, and he doesn't have such a long tongue. It's definitely over now. Thinking that the things around my neck began to slowly come up, I was stunned, looking at the trend, this is trying to strangle me.

When my life was at stake, I couldn't control so much, and the long-suppressed energy suddenly exploded, and I reached out to pull the thing around my neck with a strange scream.

Slippery, especially slippery. And it also carries a lot of mucus. Holding it in your hand is like grasping the tentacles of a squid.

I let out a strange "ahhhhh But I didn't expect this ghost thing to be wrapped so tightly that I couldn't tear it off with a sudden force.

I was almost frightened out of my mind, and I started writhing wildly, banging against walls and rolling on the ground, with only one thought in my mind, which was to get this thing off my neck anyway. When I hit a wall, I rub it against it, and when I hit it, I roll on the ground. Even if a large piece of skin was scratched on his back, he didn't stop.

People who have been drowned should know how I feel right now. When drowning, there is a real urge to swear to drink the water of that river or pool. And I'm like that now, and I even have a determination to get the rest of the stuff off even if all the flesh on my back is polished.

Perhaps sadly frightened by my self-mutilating toss, the strange "squeak" let go of my neck and stepped back.

I got up from the ground, clutching my throat and coughing, my heart saying I was almost strangled to death, as I looked up to see what had been withdrawn from me.

As soon as I saw it, I was blinded. Counting the corpse fetus that was killed by Lan in one instant on the wooden building, I have seen three corpse fetuses three times. But now the corpse in front of me looks a little too strange. It has an adult-sized head, but a disproportionately baby-like body and limbs. The most disgusting thing is that it also has this extraordinarily long tongue.

Looking at the tongue that spit out of the mouth of the corpse and drooping on the ground, my scalp was numb, and I thought that I was grabbing it with my hand just now, and subconsciously rubbed it on my pants with my hand.

The corpse had an almost adult face, and there was no childishness on its face. On the contrary, the blisters on the face that rotted and drained pus, and the dark red flesh that was exposed after half of the face was rubbed apart, showed its horror even more.

The feeling of the corpse lying on the ground staring at me motionless made my heart palpitate.

I leaned my back against the stone gate, my hands in a defensive stance, ready to defend myself against the attack of the corpse at any time. And the corpse fetus stared at me with green eyes, as if looking for my flaws.

It was a stalemate for almost five minutes, and the high intensity of mental concentration and nervous tension made me almost unable to support it. At this time, I heard another voice from inside the stone door behind me. I was shocked, and secretly scolded me, isn't it, could it be that there is a corpse behind the stone gate? There are interceptions in front and chasing soldiers in the back, it seems that this time I won't survive. It's okay, I'm tired anyway, so if I die, I'll die. I just don't know if the fat man is dead, if he dies, then I still have a companion.

I was still thinking about it, and the corpse seized the opportunity to "squeak" and pounced on me with a strange "squeak". I wasn't going to resist anymore, but my body reacted instinctively by lifting my leg and kicking the corpse that was rushing at me. The kick hit the heart and hit it directly in the face. The corpse was kicked by my volley and flew a few times in the air, and then rolled on the ground a few times before stopping.

I looked at the corpse that had been kicked away for a moment, and before I could come back to my senses, there was a sudden loud noise behind me, and then I felt a huge force pushing forward.

I flew out almost against the slate above my head. The force of the impact threw me hard and hit the ceiling more than two meters high, and then fell again. This sudden sudden attack made me faint. But before I fell unconscious, I heard a familiar voice: "Damn, the dose is going too big again." ”