I saw that Ash slowly lowered his head, and looked at it fixedly, a cyan arm wrapped in a jet black aura had pierced his chest from the back, and his own internal organs and flesh were still hanging on his hands that revealed his body, and the thick smell of blood rushed out of the abdominal cavity like a torrent, and then, Ash spurted out a mouthful of blood, and before the blood splashed on his body, Yi Xiaochen had quickly retreated, looking coldly at the scum in front of him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Poof" a muffled sound, the arm was withdrawn from the ash chest, and in an instant, the internal and external pressure caused the blood in the ash to gush out like a fountain, directly splashing the two brothers, watching the ash fall without life, the two were already stupid, looking back, a cold corpse-like guy looked at the two, his green Mu Zi was like a hell of a ghost, the invisible deterrence directly froze the souls of the two, completely unable to move.

"Ghost...."

A person trembled his body, and before he shouted, Xiao Mao's stiff hand shook in front of the two of them, and the two of them only felt a cold neck, followed by the smell of fishy blood spread all over the root of the tongue, Xiao Mao looked at the two, the indifference was three points thicker than the cold wind of the moon, he stretched out his black and cracked tongue, and slowly **** the blood of his fingertips, when the fresh blood was integrated into the mouth, the corpse qi in Xiao Mao's body instantly surged, at the moment, Xiao Mao could not restrain himself, and pounced forward, biting the neck of one of them violently, and the corpse teeth were like a body, Blood-devouring, bloodthirsty gratification and lust quickly filled the frenzy in the corpse qi.

After a while, Xiao Mao got up from the ground, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Yi Xiaochen, who didn't know that Yi Xiaochen was also looking at him.

"Let's go!"

Yi Xiaochen said, Xiao Mao nodded, the two walked out, under the street lamp, Yi Xiaochen clearly saw that after devouring blood, Xiao Mao's appearance changed, the thick corpse gas and the appearance of the dead man decreased a lot, and even the paleness on his face was reduced.

"Brother Yi..."Xiao Mao's stiff voice pressed out of his chest, but Yi Xiaochen knew what he wanted to say.

"Needless to say, the world is like this, life and death are only momentary, this is their life, not to mention, it is the life of humble and dirty ants." Speaking of this, Yi Xiaochen stopped and turned to look at Xiao Mao: "Maozi, you remember, we are wicked, we have no righteousness, if there is, it is just hypocrisy, they deserve to die, if you don't kill them, they will do more dirty things, if you want to live, you must understand your identity, you are a corpse, a corpse that does not live or die....."

Listening to this, Xiao Mao's broken desires were a little more enlightened under the essence in the blood, and it took a while for a while to spit out a sentence: "Brother Yi, you have changed..."

Early the next morning, the city woke up in the morning light, the routine cleaning of the sanitation workers began the day's work, when one of the sanitation workers came to the grove on the west side of the park, a strong smell of blood came from the forest, I thought it was a wild dog dead cat, but when he went in to clean, an exclamation came out, more than ten steps away from him, three cracked and black corpses lying straight on the ground, their miserable and frightened movements seemed to maintain the tragedy before death....

"Oh my God, what's going on, three dried corpses, who did this?"

"Do you think it's going to be that kind of thing?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I think it must be a corpse dumping point, it's a perverted murderer if it's not good.."

"Murderer, my good man, whose mental illness is this family that has not been closed well, and released to endanger society..."

Streets and alleys, restaurants and teahouses, but one day, almost the whole city is rumoring the case of three dried corpses, from the beginning of the murderous maniac to the end of the demon and monster world, and then to the last God disaster, there is everything, in a small noodle restaurant, several tables of guests while snorting noodles, while muttering about this, only a table against the wall is very quiet, this table is only one person, why only one person? Because the master of this is really sloppy, it is now winter, although the southwest is a little warmer, and it is not the season to wear a gown, but this man is wearing a gray gown that cannot distinguish the color, and there is a rag bag next to it, with his beard scruffed, even if the diners who come in do not eat, they will not sit with him.

Slipping the last noodle into his stomach, the man burped and said, "Boss, settle the account!" ”

The boss came over to take a look and said, "Ten yuan!" ”

The man didn't think about it, put down a crumpled ten-yuan bill, picked up the broken bag and walked out, and when he passed by the boss, the boss was almost fainted by the smell. When the man walked away, the boss took a deep breath and said, "This gentleman smells too strong, and he almost smoked Lao Tzu..."

Coming out of the noodle shop, the rough man swaggered along the road with a rag bag on his back, but he looked at the passers-by with a puzzled look - why are people talking about dry corpses? Could it be that there are zombies in this city?

It just so happened that there was a mahjong stall at the crossing, some idlers rubbed mahjong in this mountain, and the man ran over and came to the front and said: "Old buddy, inquire about something, so many people are talking about dry corpses along the way, and this ancient tomb has been discovered?" ”

A gentleman gave him a blank look: "Brother, the smell on your body is rancid, bothering you to lean to the side, we, old brothers, can't bear your smell." ”

The man smiled and leaned forward again: "Brother, I'll leave after I say it!" ”

The old man couldn't stand it and said: "You don't even read the news, the day before yesterday, three dried corpses were found in the West Park of the city, such a big thing, I guess you don't know., okay, I want to know if you buy a newspaper to read!" ”

After saying that, everyone at the table began to coax the rough man, and the man didn't ink, so he turned his head and left, he thought about it, bought a newspaper at the newsstand, and carefully looked for the news about the dried corpse, but the impact of the dry corpse incident was very bad, and the newspaper office has stopped providing this news today. Only a few words hung on the small page at the bottom - the incident of the dried corpse was pure fiction, and the rumor-mongers had been detained and suspected of being insane.

After reading it, the rough man shook his head and threw the newspaper into a ball: "Fiction? Hmph, it's all fooling! The man didn't leave after muttering, but pinched his fingers and counted, in the eyes of passers-by, it is estimated that it is not the hospital that escaped, or where did the charlatan come from. But the rough man has a big heart and doesn't care, but the more he calculates, the worse his expression becomes, and the tighter his brows are wrinkled.

"Weird, what's going on?" The rough man muttered, in his opinion, nothing can be separated from the six realms of life and death, but no matter how he counts this matter, it is a dead knot, and there is no root!

"No, you have to take care of this matter, otherwise you will violate the ancestral teachings!" At that moment, the rough man stopped his ink and rushed to the west of the city.

"Little brother, don't you want your brother to eat?" The boss said with a curious look on his face.

Coming out of the hotel, Yi Xiaochen was hungry, so he ate something in a small restaurant on the side of the road, Xiao Mao sat with him, and the boss saw that the two people only needed a bowl of noodles, one person ate, and one person watched, so he wondered and mouthed more.

It's just that Yi Xiaochen didn't want to say more, so he was silent, the boss was bored, so he stopped talking, and after eating a bowl of noodles, Yi Xiaochen's face turned slightly red, and he frowned vaguely, feeling the overflow of Yi Xiaochen's evil spirit, Xiao Mao said in a sullen voice: "Brother Yi, how are you... Finish? (To be continued.) )