Another person disappeared before his eyes. A group of people looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Although most of them already have some experience with this kind of thing. In their short or long lives, they have not been unusually involved with the dead, and they have seen many things that are difficult to explain scientifically.

But from yesterday to now, the things they have encountered in this place are indeed a little too frequent.

Compared to the monster that rushed out of the coffin or somewhere, this kind of inexplicable disappearance is more likely to make people feel some fear because of the unknown.

Ning Feng rushed forward and punched the wall.

The sound of fists and stones colliding is not too loud, but it makes people listen to the pain of the flesh. And Ning Feng himself, who made this kind of move, covered his fist after smashing it twice, and his expression of pain was a little distorted.

"I was just wondering if this wall was our hallucination, when it didn't exist." He met Shen Qingge's puzzled gaze and explained in a low voice: "Occasionally, there will be such a thing......

A middle-aged man, when facing a little girl who looks younger than him and can have two wheels, will gradually lower his head because of his lack of confidence in speaking, and finally fail to finish his words.

Under Shen Qingge's scrutinizing gaze, he only felt a burst of heat on his face, and he couldn't wait to find someone to block him and explain his words clearly.

"I see what you mean." Shen Qingge was silent for a while before he nodded and patted Ning Feng's shoulder soothingly: "Congratulations, use your own ...... Practical actions prove to us that this wall is indeed solid. ”

Ning Feng then lowered his head deeper.

I don't know why. When he saw Shen Qingge for the first time, he didn't think of her as a teenage girl in his heart.

Not only that, but most of the time he felt like he was facing an elder who was full of wisdom. Everything she did, her small movements and careful thoughts in secret, were all hidden under her gaze.

Even if her behavior along the way seemed to be a girl who was not far from being mentally retarded, Ning Feng still didn't dare to underestimate her.

"So what now?" He slowed down for a while, then raised his head again and looked directly at Shen Qingge's gaze: "Do we still want to go on, let's look here for any clues about your brother's disappearance, or ......"

Or just go back.

He didn't say that. Because he knows that even if he says it, no one should agree to it.

Besides, it's two ways to say whether you can go back or not.

"You shouldn't have asked me about this." Shen Qingge turned his head to look at Xu He, who had been standing behind since the beginning and hadn't come up with them to see the mural, and raised his chin: "This Boss Xu is the big man who got the idea, isn't it?" You'd better ask him. ”

"I also have a bit of a headache right now." Xu He smiled modestly and bent down lightly at Shen Qingge: "Miss Shen, you might as well tell me first, what do you think." ”

"What do I think?" Shen Qingge sneered contemptuously: "I don't even know what you want to do. It's better to do this, Boss Xu, you tell me what you want first, and then I'll think about what I should think. ”

"I thought we had already agreed before, and no one asked the purpose. Could it be that I am mistaken? Xu He said and turned his head to look at Ning Feng: "I remember that you were also there at the time, didn't you?" ”

"Hmm......" Ning Feng nodded, and glanced at Shen Qingge in embarrassment: "We said so before we came down, but ......"

"It was then, and now it's different!" Shen Qingge empathetically helped Ning Feng say what he thought in his heart: "Or did you know before you came, Boss Xu, that we would encounter these things?" ”

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When Xia Beifeng was caught by the hand that suddenly stretched out, he was only surprised for a moment, and soon calmed down.

For some reason, he wasn't surprised. On the contrary, there is a strange idea that "it would be strange if nothing happened at this time".

The one who runs ahead...... He wasn't quite sure if it was a human, and although he didn't look much like a human anymore, he still had basic vital signs like a pulse, heartbeat, and breathing.

And it's a man.

Xia Beifeng felt a little disappointed.

That guy looked like he could be 1.7 meters tall, and his skin was so dark that he almost blended in with the dark background around him. The whole person is thin like a skeleton model with clothes wrapped around the skin, the head is extraordinarily large, and the ribs are clearly protruding one by one. If it weren't for the difference in height, Xia Beifeng would almost have mistaken him for the starving ghost he saw on the roof yesterday.

"Hey! I'm talking about this dude. Xia Beifeng shouted at the person in front of him who was running away, "Where are you going to take me!" ”

The man didn't speak, just glanced back at him, but didn't stop, pulling him on.

Xia Beifeng also tried to break free from the shackles on his wrists, but it didn't have any positive effect except that the person in front of him grabbed tighter.

This man looked thin, but his strength was not small, and one hand clenched Xia Beifeng's wrist like iron tongs, forcing him to follow him through the empty passage.

But he looked very fragile, panting as he ran, and even though his legs had begun to shake, his speed did not slow down in the slightest. Like a puppet manipulated by someone, it moves mechanically, completely ignoring the maximum load that the body can carry.

Xia Beifeng even suspected that if he used a little strength to the person in front of him, he might directly cause irreparable lifelong disability.

When he found out about this, he decided to follow this guy for a while to see where he wanted to go.

The surroundings were no different from the place he had just been, still with high vaults, neat floor tiles, and walls covered with frescoes.

If there is a difference, it is probably that the content of the murals here is no longer the content of the ancient primitive sacrifices, but has become a depiction of the daily life of the craftsmen when this underground palace was built.

Get up early and work in the dark; The slaves rebelled and killed the overseers, and as soon as they rushed out of the gate of the underground palace, they encountered the army that came to suppress them; stoned to death by a stone falling from the sky; burned to death by the flames rising from the ground; Fall into the dark abyss and disappear...... In the end, there was even a big fireball falling from the sky, destroying half of the underground palace that had been formed, and it could only be started over.

Thus began an even more inhumane life of slavery.

It's so miserable!

He took a cursory look at the contents of the mural. I can't help but start thinking about it--how many immoral things did that ghost king's predecessor did when he was alive, and how to build a tomb had to encounter so many tribulations.

Not to mention all the natural and man-made disasters, it has not been repaired when it is finally buried......

Wait a minute...... Natural disasters?

When he thought of this, he vaguely noticed something that he should have discovered a long time ago, full of a sense of disobedience.

The time span of the mural on this wall seems to be a bit too large.

Even if the ghost king has been building the tomb since he was born, according to the number of murals, it has been repaired for at least a few hundred years.

Is it possible for a person to live that long?

Of course it is impossible.

It's just that everyone before, even Shen Qingge, told him the same that this is the tomb of the ghost king. So he acquiesced to this statement without any doubt.

In retrospect, this claim was suspicious at first.

If you think about it, such a building has been repaired for I don't know how many years, and there are so many murals in the corridor alone. I don't know exactly what it's used for, but it's certainly not for the dead.

It's more like a religious building.

While he was thinking about these things, the man who was running with him in front of him seemed to run out of strength, and his pace gradually slowed down. Finally, he simply stopped, leaned against the wall and gasped for air.

Xia Beifeng stopped with him and looked at him sympathetically.

"I said, it's all here, you should also tell me your purpose, right?"

The man glanced up at him, his bloodshot eyes tinging with pleading.

He opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, he suddenly covered his neck and knelt on the ground with a "plop".

He thought slowly that Xia Beifeng stretched out a hand, his fingers twitched unconsciously, and the expression on his face was distorted because of pain.

He looked at Xia Beifeng pleadingly, and a "gurgling" sound came out of his throat.

A silver light flashed across his face.

Xia Beifeng immediately turned his head, only to see that something with a bright light behind him seemed to disappear from his sight.

It's reflective!

He was startled, and when he turned his head again, he saw that the body of the man on the ground had been quickly covered in a cloud of dark smoke.

A scalp-numbing gnawing sound came from the ground, and the black mist wrapped around the human form on the ground, shrinking its size little by little.

The man on the ground rolled over and let out a beastly roar, but the sound quickly faded.

In just a dozen seconds, his body shrank by more than half, and he was completely silent.

Xia Beifeng squinted his eyes and observed carefully for a while, and then he saw clearly: the black fog on the ground was actually composed of many slender small insects.

The little worm was no more than a millimeter thick, but its body was extremely long. The short ones are more than ten centimeters, and the long ones can even reach more than half a meter.

They were like a mess of women's long hair, wrapped around the people on the ground, squirming densely. quickly gnawed away the man's flesh and blood, leaving only a pile of fragmented bones.

After the mass of insects finished eating, it still maintained its original formation and burrowed into the cracks in the ground. Like a puddle of water seeping into the ground, it disappeared little by little.

He shuddered involuntarily and looked around.

Quietly, nothing.

But he knew very well in his heart that something in the darkness was watching his every move.

Thinking about it this way, the buddy who was gnawed by the worm just now and didn't even drop a drop of blood was more like a car in front of him, silently warning him - if he wasn't honest, he would become such a pile of bones sooner or later.

There was not a single movement in the cracks where the bugs had disappeared, and I wondered if they would suddenly emerge out of nowhere and gnaw themselves into a pile of bones.

Am I such an obedient person?

Xia Beifeng clutched his chest and asked himself silently.

"No, I'm not."

He lowered his eyes and stared at the dark ground. In a drama-like tone, full of emotions and frustration, he said in a low voice: "I won't be frightened by this threat, you wait, sooner or later I will find you out and avenge this nameless friend." ”

In an empty uninhabited palace.

After saying this, he stayed in place for a moment before raising his head again.

I don't know what kind of mood the person who is looking at me is now.

When I think about it, I feel a lot happier all of a sudden.

With the help of his memory, he turned his gaze to the place where he had just seen the reflection, turned on the flashlight in his hand, and shot at the wall.

The little reflective things on the walls are invisible under the flashlight.

He walked over and cautiously reached out and touched the object.

Cool and smooth, with sharp edges...... It's a broken piece of glass.

The piece of glass was glued to the wall by something I don't know, and it was very strong. Xia Beifeng spent a long time, and finally even used a knife, and finally cut it off the wall.

It's really just a piece of glass.

This is the conclusion he came to after five minutes of observation.

The unknown brother who had brought him with him before was now completely unrecognizable, and was piled up miserably on the ground, unable to utter his unspoken requests any longer.

He crouched next to the pile of bones, turning on his flashlight to carefully observe the marks left on the bones, but the eyes that lingered in his mind were the last time the man looked at him before he died.

Mixed with fear and pleading, cautious looks. It's like a dying person who sees a life-saving straw, but he doesn't know what he is afraid of and doesn't dare to step forward.

I can understand that he wants me to save him, so what is he afraid of me?

Xia Beifeng poked the bones on the ground with a knife, turned over the thick leg bones, and glanced at the red marks on his wrists.

This thing?

Even if that guy looks a little weird, he's a real big living person, and he's not a monster, so why should he be afraid of this kind of thing that only works for aliens?

He fiddled with the bones in his hands, and under the light of the miserable white flashlight, he managed to make a full horror movie atmosphere by himself.

The bones in his hands are very fragile, and they even feel a little soft to the touch.

How malnourished did this man have to make his bones look like this!

Or should I say, this person has become like this, why is he still alive?

He tapped his fingers lightly on the leg bone, his heart full of doubts.

A small voice rang out from somewhere behind him, and it was incomparably clear in the empty environment...... and thriller.

Xia Beifeng's movements froze suddenly.

The voice behind him was intermittent, never loud, but it was approaching him little by little.

"Who?" He clenched his knife and shouted loudly.

The voice paused for a moment, then picked up speed and quickly approached him.

There was only the sound of his breath in the air, and the other party was obviously not a living person.

Just as the thing was less than ten meters away from him, he jerked off his flashlight, turned his head away, and threw the knife in his hand behind him.

The knife swirled in mid-air, making an arc, making a crisp sound as it landed on the ground.

There was nothing behind him. Even the little sound from just now was gone.

He tensed up, his eyes fixed on the knife that had fallen to the ground, hesitating to pick it up.

As with all ghost story routines, a white female shadow appears behind him. Above the fluttering white skirt is waist-length hair, and the corners and ends of the skirt are automatic in mid-air without wind.

It lowered its head and looked at Xia Beifeng's back, and stretched out a hand forward.

Xia Beifeng, who was squatting in place, felt that his head was about to explode for a moment.

He lowered his head and saw the little white hand on his shoulder.

(To be continued.) )