What kind of picture will make people unforgettable.

For example, in a still mural of a mummy, the image of the still image suddenly changes. The mummy in it is staring at you with empty eyes, which should be unforgettable.

Kan Bo grabbed the hand on Zhang Yao's shoulder, and when it reached midair, he involuntarily stopped. Because in his gaze, the mummy in the mural has changed his position, and is now sitting on the altar, looking at him with a pair of empty eyes.

"Shit, damn it, he's moving!" Cambo was already stupid, and a still picture could actually move, which made him feel a bad feeling in his heart.

"Look, the mummies in these pictures are moving, he's moving!" The first sound of Camper seemed to be talking to himself, and the second turned into a roar of rage.

In this roar, the crowd that was still confronting each other turned quiet for the first time. Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at the murals on both sides, and they saw that the mummy murals in the hall had all moved.

The murals in the hall are densely packed with hundreds. In each mural that records the process of making mummies, the mummies on it are already standing up, looking out with empty eyes, looking at the living people standing in the hall.

"Don't worry, it's just going to move." A relatively timid Sudanese was the first to stand this oppressive atmosphere, and said half-jokingly: "The movie we watch will still move, this doesn't mean anything." And we have tens of thousands of people here, are we still afraid of hundreds of mummies! ”

At the end of the comforting words, the commotion of the crowd slowly regained its composure.

The numerical advantage allowed many people to regain their confidence, and many who knew each other leaned together and watched the movements of the mummies on the murals.

The mummies on the murals are like terrifying ghosts on television.

At first, many people were frightened by the mummy in action in the mural. conAd1(); After a few minutes, when these people retreated and found that the mummies were still in the mural and did not come down from the mural, many people leaned forward boldly and confidently.

"Hey, can you see me? My name is Sander and here I am! A man approaching the mural stared into the mummy's empty eyes, scared and slightly excited.

The mummy in the mural roared angrily at the approaching Sander, and waved his bandaged hands indiscriminately, so that everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but close their breath.

The more dangerous it is, the more excited it is. Some people like to pursue the rush of life and death, because there is great horror between life and death, and there is also great fun.

"He can't see me, he can't see me!" Sander, who felt the pleasure of death, jumped and jumped like an excited little child. He looked at the mummy in the mural as if in a silent movie, completely oblivious to the fact that the mummy in the mural had fallen silent.

"Roar!" The mummy in the silence suddenly roared from his mouth, directly from the mural. At this moment, there was a sudden sound in the silent movie, and then a pair of large hands wrapped in bandages grabbed them out of the mural.

The big hand grabbed from the mural, and in the next second it appeared, it pinched the neck of the jumping Qingsander.

Sander, who was choked by the mummy, still had an excited smile on his face. It's just that such a smile has quickly stiffened on his face, and then it has been replaced by a heart-rending scream.

The mummy in the mural of "My Eyes, My Eyes" holds Sander's neck with one hand, and the other hand stabs into his eyes. A pair of bloodshot eyeballs were plucked out of it, and then full of joy, they settled in their empty eye sockets.

The mummy, who had eyes, looked at the living people outside with excitement. Sander, who had his eyeballs robbed of him, fell to the ground and kept screaming. And in this scream, it seems to be a signal for eating. Afterwards, countless mummies reached out of the mural and grabbed the people who were close to the mural in their arms.

This is a hug belonging to the mummy, Zhang Yao is still standing under the mural, looking at a middle-aged man with interest, being held in the arms of the mummy. conAd2(); Later, it was dragged into the mural.

Yes, it was dragged into the mural.

It's like belonging to another space in a mural. The mummies, whose arms protruded from them, dragged their prey in without difficulty, as if the people who had been dragged in had been painted on the mural.

"It's really interesting, it turns out that it can be like this!" Zhang Yao still stood under the mural, admiring the tragedy that had unfolded in the mural.

In the mural, a middle-aged man dragged in by a mummy is being tortured at the moment. Originally, the mural depicted mummified craftsmen wearing kobold masks and not moving. As soon as the middle-aged man entered the mural, he snatched the middle-aged man from the hands of the mummy.

This snatching is not done with good intentions. Three craftsmen fixed the middle-aged man to a wooden stake, one poured hot oil into the middle-aged man's mouth, and the other two took sharp knives and began the process of making a living mummy.

The heart, eyes, liver, and lungs of the middle-aged man's body organs were taken out alive in the hands of two mummy craftsmen and discarded to the mummy who was waiting quietly.

Under Zhang Yao's gaze, the waiting mummy is replacing the organs of a middle-aged man.

Put the eyes of the middle-aged man on, and the mummy himself has eyes.

Stuffing the middle-aged man's heart into his chest, the mummy's chest began to beat.

It was all deprivation, the mummy deprived the middle-aged man of everything, and the middle-aged man who had taken away his heart, liver and lungs was wrapped in a white cloth and rearranged on the altar.

"Where's the exit, find the exit, these mummies are coming out!"

"There is no exit, there is no road in this hall at all"

Roars of terror and anger echoed through the hall. conAd3(); In the hall, tens of thousands of people were like a swarm of headless flies, who could only look at the new mummies and look out again.

"Since there's no exit here, why don't you go in and try it?" Just as a group of people were yelling and screaming, an indifferent voice resounded on the spot.

Hearing this incomparably indifferent voice, the crowd of people who were looking around for a way out looked towards the location where the voice came from one by one.

"If you don't have a choice, why don't you try it as I think? Maybe there is no hole in this, and the way to life is at the end of the dead end. Zhang Yao, who was standing under the mural, had a cruel smile on his face.

"It's easy for you to say, so why don't you go in." Questioning voices sounded in the crowd, and everyone looked at Zhang Yao with an expression that this was your idea, and you should do it.

"Who said I wouldn't go in!" The smile on Zhang Yao's face did not diminish at all, but just as everyone was waiting to see a good show, he smiled again: "It's just that you are advanced, and you people are not allowed to explore the way, do you want me to be a pioneer!" ”

"Get in!" Zhang Yao suddenly raised his arm, and the blue light wrapped around his right arm, hitting the earth in the eyes of everyone.

The "boom" blue shock wave quickly dispersed outward with Zhang Yao as the center.

There were more than 10,000 people in the entire hall, but more than 10,000 people didn't even have room to resist under this punch. Under Zhang Yao's strength comparable to the peak of a hero, he was shocked out in an instant, flying upside down into the murals on both sides.

"Whoosh" figures flew like dumplings to the murals on both sides. After the shock wave dissipated, Zhang Yao was left alone in the entire hall.

"Hehe, if you don't let you explore the way, will I go by myself!" Looking at the empty hall, Zhang Yao sneered. I didn't care about this selfish act at all, and it has become more and more distant from the word justice.

Justice, justice is just a slogan, only when it is profitable can there be justice to do.

Zhang Yao has never been a virgin type of person, the only thing he cares about is what he can get. If he doesn't get anything, he won't care if others live or die.

ps

It's been a long time since I've asked for a monthly pass, so I'm asking for a monthly pass, and I'm asking for a collection.

In addition, let me tell you that this book may be on the shelves early next month. When the time comes, everyone must support the old dragon, don't let me die too ugly!

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