Zhao Yan rubbed his neck vigorously with his hands, coughing desperately and gasping for breath, he believed that in a while, maybe a few seconds of small life would be confessed here.

The smell of burnt and rotting corpses was permeated around the house, and the brain had not yet reacted, and instinctively wanted to run, but when he raised his head and saw Liu Yan on the side, he reacted in his heart, and when he came here to save people, he was about to stretch out his hand, and the scene just now appeared in front of him, and the boy's voice sounded in his ears: "If you run away by yourself, you still have a chance, if you take this child then everything is unknown." ”

At this moment, a rotting stench came over, Zhao Yan squinted, because of the shock just now, the flesh on the female corpse fell several pieces, maggots fell to the ground one by one from the mouth without lips, one eyeball on the rotten nose hung outside, and the other side was just a black hole, but on this burnt and rotten face, Zhao Yan obviously felt angry, beside him was a large group of corpses, stiffly stretched out his hands to surround him, and if he didn't run, he might really have no chance.

Zhao Yan gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to pull Liu Yan up and slammed into a dry corpse in front of him, and ran out of the door from his side, Liu Yan's hands were cold and there was no temperature at all, and the child was very thin but very heavy, which made Zhao Yan very difficult to pull, I heard that when a person was seriously ill, if you want to know how long this person can live, the easiest way is to use your hands to reach under the patient's back when the patient is lying down, if it is easy to get in, this person will still be saved, if the pressure can't go in, ten * is going to die, so as the old saying goes, death is this truth.

He is feeling this now, Liu Yan can't feel the breath of a living person at all, and he ran to the door with all his strength, this is an ordinary classroom, obviously you can get to the door in a few steps, but he used his desperate strength, he always felt that he was running forward, but his body was retreating, just when he was about to open the door and run out with Liu Yan, but he couldn't pull Liu Yan, he looked back, a rotten face was pasted in front of his face, and through the empty eye hole, you could see that there were insects crawling out, The pungent smell of the corpse decaying made him almost not vomit, and the courage that came from somewhere may be a subconscious reaction, and he kicked the female corpse in the stomach, as if stepping on a balloon, the female corpse took a few steps back and bumped into the group of corpses behind, seeing that Liu Yan was being pulled by the corpses behind, and if he didn't go out, he would really be surrounded by all the corpses, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this critical moment, I remembered what Xiao Ming said, and at the critical moment, I spilled the soybeans in my pocket, Zhao Yan didn't care what it was for, he grabbed a handful of soybeans from his pocket and threw them into the corpses that came up, and he heard a terrible wail, and white smoke came out of all the places where the corpses were hit, and the corpses were like being ignited, screaming and rolling on the ground in sparks, watching all the corpses become students, men and women wearing school uniforms with fire all over their bodies, with their mouths open and hideous faces, but there was no sound at all, Suddenly it was quiet, like watching a silent movie, not to mention how weird the scene was.

The surrounding scenery has also changed, the lights have become dim, and I feel that something is wrong, I looked up sharply, and saw a corpse hanging on the ceiling fan in the center of the class, and as the fan turned a little bit, it was the girl who was wearing a school uniform just now, with a slender body, her limbs hanging down motionlessly, her hair was scattered on both sides, and her head was kept low, and suddenly the head moved, and slowly lifted up, it was a miserable white face, her tongue stretched out very long and drooped outside, and her eyes burst out, At the moment of lifting, he looked straight at Zhao Yan, with a cautious smile on the corner of his mouth.

He shivered in fright, his back was numb for a while, his scalp stood up, he didn't think much about it, his mind was blank, he instinctively pulled Liu Yan's other hand and dragged the door open, and rushed out of the classroom with all his might.

Just as the two of them almost fell out of the classroom, the door slammed shut behind them.

The two of them sat on the ground, Zhao Yan gasped for breath, and now he was still the face of the girl just now, and he couldn't help but shiver again. At this time, he remembered that he might not have much time for himself, and then he looked at the surrounding environment, here he knew that it was the corridor on the first floor of the school, the dim lights, and some portraits hanging on the wall sporadically, because of the lighting, he couldn't see what was painted on it, the long Zhao Langjing was terrible, there was no sound, it was dark outside the window, this was always a lifeless quiet, like the feeling of coming to the morgue, which made people's backs numb, and the lights were turned off in the classrooms, only the lights in the classroom door of the "32 class" on the side were oozing, but thinking of a room full of dead corpses and a hanged ghost hanging in the house, even if he gave him a hundred guts, he didn't dare to open this door at once.

He saw Liu Yan squatting beside him, still not angry at all, there was no concept of time here, but Zhao Yan also knew that this busy work also took a lot of time, Xiao Ming said that he only had a pillar of incense time, and if he couldn't go back at the same time as the incense was finished, he would stay here forever.

But Xiao Ming didn't tell him how to go back, he originally thought that after finding Liu Yan, it seemed obviously impossible now, just when he had no choice, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps on the innermost staircase, which was very clear as if he was walking on tiptoe.

The sound of "sand, sand" echoed in the dead corridor, Zhao Yan involuntarily turned his head to look into the corridor, in addition to this sound, his heartbeat also beat louder and louder, sweat flowed down his face, the sound was getting closer and closer, that is, he couldn't help but want to run, at this time, he saw an old lady wearing an old-fashioned cheongsam with her feet bent down, holding a long line of burning paper hanging in front of the dead man's door, she walked very slowly, every step seemed to step on the heart, the burning paper was very long, and it was always connected to the stairs behind her. I don't know what is tied to the back, it seems that the old lady is struggling to pull, and somehow the temperature in the corridor has become very cold, like an ice cellar.

Just when Zhao Yan didn't know what to do, he saw a row of people pulled out of the stairs by this long string of burning paper, unable to see everyone's expressions clearly, wearing black dead clothes, and moving stiffly. Suddenly, the window next to him "banged", Zhao Yan turned his head to look, and a miserable white puppet-like child's face was lying on the window, grinning at him, not to mention how cautious that smile was.

Seeing this, the old lady slowly raised her head, and her face was blurred, as if she had been squeezed by something heavy, and they all collapsed on her face.

The old lady slowly raised her left arm, and beckoned Zhao Yan with her hand like a dead branch, as if to let him pass.

At this time, the people behind also slowly raised their heads. The faces like orange peels, unable to distinguish between men and women, looked at him blankly.

Zhao Yan's instinct moved backwards in small steps, slowly touched something, and looked down at the original retreat to the child's side, sweat had already soaked his clothes, at this time he felt a little wrong, looking up at the portrait on the wall, oh my God! It is not a portrait of a person, it is painted with portraits of dead people, Zhao Yan shouted, grabbed Liu Yan and ran in the direction of the hall