The scenery in the house has completely changed, the neat bookcases, beds, etc., are gone, replaced by eerie and terrifying.

In the position directly facing me, there were no less than thirty corpses, almost all of them, some dressed in lama clothes, some in civilian clothes, staring straight at me, holding a wooden sign in their hands.

This kind of wooden plaque reminds me even more of the offering plaque, which has the Tibetan language written on it, which should be the name.

I was so uncomfortable with this extreme change that my heart was racing, and I couldn't help but take a step back and lean against the door.

I couldn't help but think of the time tunnel, where when the door opened, there was a world inside, and when the door closed, there was another world.

These corpses are obviously from different eras, and those in civilian clothes are more like immigrants to me, especially their faces full of vicissitudes of life, which makes me think that they are migrant workers.

Aside from being stared at by a group of corpses, I was in no other danger. After a little relief, it gave me another sigh of relief.

I really didn't want to stay in such a weird environment, so I reached behind me and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, the light from outside came in again, and I saw that the corpses in front of me had disappeared again, or at least became foggy and shadowy.

Based on this, I had an idea and came up with magic.

Because many magic tricks are based on the principle of light refraction, which makes the illusion appear in front of the eyes. I suspect the spotless view I saw when the door was opened was a fake.

To verify this, I closed the door again. When the corpses in the house became clear, I felt in my pocket.

I don't have coins in my pocket, but I carry bullets. I pulled out a bullet and threw it at the corpses.

I used a lot of force, and after hitting one of the fat corpses, there was a pop, and the bullet finally bounced to the ground.

I pressed my nerve and walked forward with my gun in hand.

When I got to the corpses, I looked at them one by one, and they weren't dry corpses, at least their skin looked very elastic.

I guess there must be some special method that can make the corpse not rot and deteriorate when it is filled with water.

I'm not a researcher looking at ancient corpses, so I'm certainly not interested in that. I also noticed that in one corner, there was an extra wooden sign on the ground.

I walked over and picked up the wooden sign, which also had Tibetan written on it, which was supposed to be a person's name, but I didn't know it and didn't know what it should be called.

I analyzed why there was an extra wooden sign, could it be that a corpse came back to life? Dropped the wooden sign and walked out?

I'm not sure how likely it is. At this time, there was movement outside the door. Quack, quack.

I've never heard such a strange sound, and I can't figure out what it came from. And the rattle slowly approached me, and finally stopped at the door.

I was sweating in my head, staring at the wooden sign in my hand, and my heart said that it couldn't be the owner of this wooden card, right?

I pinned the wooden sign to my waistband, held my gun, crossed my feet, and walked to the door.

There were no glass windows in the whole second-floor room, so I couldn't see what was going on outside, and I wanted to open the door directly, but I didn't think it was right.

I hesitated to take a middle ground. I took a few steps to the side and came to a paper window. I held out an index finger and spat it.

With it, I poked the window, and immediately there was a hole in it.

I looked out along the hole.

At the railing of the hallway at the entrance stood a man. He was tall and wore a tattered lama robe.

This man has his back to me, smoking a dry tobacco pouch. He was addicted, taking a big puff and spitting it out.

With his stature, I'm sure it's not someone I know. I guess it's the monks in the temple again. But this is contrary to the analysis just now, the entire corridor on the second floor is full of dust, how can there be one more living person for him?

As I spied on him, he seemed to notice it, and turned his head sharply to stare at me, especially with a big puff of smoke.

I can see clearly, who the fuck is this? His entire skin and bones, especially the only flesh on his cheeks, were gone, and the white bones were exposed.

I suspect it's a corpse, and the smoke adds to his hideous feeling.

I didn't dare to look directly at him, so I shrank my head again and squatted under the window. I can't say that I was timid, I suppressed the discomfort in my heart, and then slowly stood up and looked out through the window opening.

This skin and bone are gone, and I said in my heart that I didn't hear him walking, so it is impossible to say that he disappeared out of thin air, right?

While I was still wondering, a dark figure suddenly stood up from the outside and peered his eyes through the window.

This black shadow is the skin and bones, and he and I thought of going together, and we both looked at each other through the window. Plus, he's snorting, and he's snorting and squirting in his mouth.

This gas has a strong smell of smoke and oil, and there is a foul smell of sewer. I didn't pay attention, and took a hard breath, which smoked me, and instantly had a rhythm of eye to eye.

I shook my head and lifted the state, and now I couldn't help it, and I felt that it was too dangerous. I took a few steps back, held my revolver up, and slammed two shots into the paper window.

Both bullets hit the skinny face, and he could scream, ahhh

I looked at the dark shadow through the window, and I chuckled in my heart, he was so "excited" that he didn't look like he could die.

He was also angry, and went to the door, which meant to come into the house and fight with me. I was suddenly a little scared, because this skinny didn't even have a gun, what else could I do to kill him?

I ran to the door at 25 percent. There was a deadbolt on the door, and although it looked a little rotten over the years, I quickly plugged it in and put one foot on it.

Skinny pushed the door hard outside, but I pushed it hard, and he didn't open it after a few clicks.

The two bullets I fired also made a very loud gunshot, which must have been heard by the iron donkey and Ba Tsering, I don't know what was happening outside, anyway, the skin and bones suddenly diverted their attention, and ran away with a crazy scream.

It is estimated that the iron donkey or Ba Tsering have shown up, and they are going to deal with them.

For a while, I was out of danger, and I could breathe a sigh of relief, but I couldn't let my brother be in danger, and I couldn't help myself.

I gave myself a few breaths and opened the door again.

I wanted to go out, but I didn't wait to go out, and there were many, dense ahhh

I listened to it with a hair, and when I looked back, the group of corpses in the room had become shadowy again, but most of them were shaking slightly.

My hairs on my body are about to stand up, and my heart says that they are damn, it turns out that this is not dead, and there is still a breath.

The white bones just now scared me enough, let alone now. I took out a look that was more rabbit than a rabbit and jumped out with a whoosh.

The corridor was also quite lively, Ba Tsering was holding a hammer, fighting with the skin and bones.

His skinny hair and nails were very long, and at this moment his long hair was dancing wildly, and he also scratched Ba Tsering with his sharp nails.

Ba Tsering struck his big hole with a hammer. It can be seen that Ba Tsering is not in danger of life for a while.

I couldn't stand by, so I ran to Ba Tsering.

There is also a room between me and Ba Tsering, and at this time there is a movement in the door of this room, I am very sensitive, and my heart says that there will not be another white bone, right?

But I was so confused and suspicious that when the door opened, the iron donkey rushed out with a shotgun.

When he saw Ba Tsering and the skinny bones, he scolded him. But Ba Tsering was so close to the skin and bones that he couldn't shoot.

The iron donkey could only hold a gun and rush to Ba Tsering. And I looked at the shotgun in the iron donkey's hand, as if I had taken a reassuring pill.

I yelled at Donkey, and when he looked back at me, I pointed behind me again.

The Iron Donkey looked puzzled, but it didn't last long, for there was movement at the door behind me, and four corpses swished out.

They walk in a strange way, swaying and swaying. The iron donkey scolded again, and looked back and forth to compare.

In fact, there is no need for him to deliberately compare anything, there are four corpses on my side, which is more dangerous than Pa Tsering's side.

The iron donkey abandoned Ba Tsering, and ran towards me with his gun in his hand, and he also took advantage of the air to shout, "Squat!" ”

I know the power of shotguns, especially bullets. I didn't think squatting was enough, so I just lay on the ground.

The iron donkey had a good relationship with me, and the moment I lay down, he pulled the trigger and fired all four bullets.

I covered my ears as much as I could, and when I turned my head to look, I thought it was spectacular!