After falling into the infinite darkness in the space of this hall, I felt a tense mood for no apparent reason.

'Hula, hula'

The sound of the spoon stirring the soup pot became clearer and clearer, coming from the bedroom next door.

I frowned and walked towards the bedroom.

There was a cotton curtain hanging from the bedroom door, and the sound came from behind the cotton curtain.

I gently lifted the curtain, and a strange smell rushed into my nostrils.

What does it taste like?

I was shocked to find that there was not just one person in the bedroom, but a group of people.

Or rather, a bunch of ghosts!

This scene shocked me, when I came in before, I didn't find these ghosts, and in less than two minutes, there were so many ghosts in this room, what is this for?

And these ghosts seemed to be still performing some kind of ritual, and they lined up religiously in the room.

I looked at them and found that these ghosts were skinny and scrawny, as if they had been abused for decades by people who had been caught and forcibly stuffed into coal kilns, had no money to eat, and had to control even drinking water.

The small bedroom, whether on the floor or on the bed, was crowded with kneeling ghosts.

Yes, it's not a big place, but everyone is kneeling, ghosts next to ghosts, ghosts squeezing ghosts, ghosts stacking ghosts, ghosts hugging ghosts.

The ghost qi of these ghosts swirled above their heads, forming a foggy black gas.

If there was a little empty space in the room, it was a pot stove under the earthen kang surrounded by piles of ghosts.

Under the black pot stove, there was a green bonfire, and the whole pot stove hung on the green bonfire so strangely.

In the black cauldron, there was a constant heat wave, puffs of black smoke rising, and among the countless tumbling green liquid bubbles, pieces of bones were tumbling with the green gas in it.

Next to the black iron pot stood a man in a white coat with his back to me.

He held a large horse spoon in one hand, and kept stirring the big bones in the pot. The other hand held a thigh, threw it into the pot at once, and then continued to stir the big horse spoon, and the meat on the thigh was instantly boiled and disappeared into the pot, leaving only a thigh bone.

Liquids that are already viscous become more viscous.

The thighs are the thighs, and there is a whole basket of such thighs beside the white coat, and there are several of them in it.

The wounds on the thighs seemed to have been forcibly torn open, and they were filled with the smell of blood and violence.

The liquid in the iron pot emitted a thick, disgusting green smoke.

All the ghosts who were kneeling were obsessed with sniffing at the air and inhaling the smoke as if a drug addict was smoking opium.

The sound of the spoon stirring the iron pot was the kind of sound I had heard outside the house before.

I lifted the curtain like this, and immediately alarmed everyone in the room, no, all the ghosts, the white coat slowly turned his head, with his smoky black and green face made people look so frightened, a pair of dull eyes, looked at me stunned, and then showed a stupid smile: "You're here!" ”

The voice was erratic and demagogic.

I felt my scalp tingle, hesitated, took a step back and said, "I'm sorry, I went to the wrong door, you go on!" ”

Then I laughed and turned around, feeling my legs and stomach trembling, and there were fifty or sixty dry skin ghosts in this room, especially the white coat, which gave me a great sense of threat.

"Come on, just come in and sit!"

The white coat said with a cruel smile.

The ethereal voice stimulated me to turn my head to look.

It's okay not to look at it, this time, the scalp is even more numb, I saw that the white coat went directly into the black pot with his bare hands, and felt a thigh bone from a large pot of thick and greasy green juice, and bit the brittle bone on the bone ring very comfortably, the miserable white teeth were like sharp blades, and a large piece of brittle bone was torn off, and he bit it up with a clatter.

If this image of gnawing bones only scared me, then his next action made me even more frightened.

He bit down on the bone, making a 'clucking' sound, and as he clicked his mouth and let out a weird laugh with relish, he threw the bone in his hand with the sticky green liquid at me.

"Come on, you can taste it too!"

He laughed wildly, laughed wildly, and seemed like the next moment, I would be one of the iron pots.

"I'll taste Nima!"

I couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

Don't think that exploding is profanity at this point, you will also explode in this situation.

Seeing the bone stick hit me on the head, I didn't even react, and I slapped it down with a 'poof'.

The dark green juice spilled all over my body, emitting a foul smell that made me feel sick and want to vomit on the spot.

But I couldn't vomit at this time, because of the white coat, he took out a bone stick from the iron pot, and the whole person floated towards me.

It was floating, and there was no movement under his feet, and he floated towards me like a devil's step.

"Fuck off!"

I hurriedly got up, and the small golden knife in my hand swung at the white coat.

The white coat's green grimace showed a look of surprise, and his body stopped in mid-air suddenly, waving his arm fiercely.

The thigh bone in his hand just smashed on my wrist, and the little golden knife flew out at once.

His uncle, this is actually a real bone stick!

Those thighs are all real human legs?

But I didn't have time to fear these things, for the white coat pulled out a shiny scalpel, a scalpel in one hand, and a bone club in the other, and walked slowly towards me.

He smiled wryly at me, the scalpel in his hand gesturing at my thigh.

Is this going to cut my buddy's thigh?

I kept crawling backwards with my hands, rubbing, panicked and helpless.

In a panic, the white coat lifted its bone stick and smashed it down on my head.

Nima, is this a posture to knock me out first and then slowly dismember?

However, I had no chance to dodge, so I had to raise my hand to block the bone stick.

Click! The sound of bones breaking!

"Ahh

I screamed with all my might! But I didn't feel any pain.

Hey? What does that mean? Didn't my bones break?

I slowly raised my head and saw the white coat standing in front of me like an idiot, the bone in his hand had been broken in two, and the sound of the bone breaking just now was the sound of this thigh being broken! R1148