The entire corridor suddenly became dark, and he couldn't see his five fingers, Long Mo only heard the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat, and the sound of breathing was whirring in the corridor.

He didn't know if the face was still in front of him. But the things on his feet were still entangled, and he reached forward with his hands, very nervous, not knowing what he would touch.

The hand touched forward for some distance, but he didn't touch anything, and crawled forward on his stomach, still not touching the face.

"Gone?"

In the dark, he touched it up, and found that he couldn't touch the top of the road with his hands, and what he was looking for now was his backpack, and there was a spare flashlight in the backpack, and the flashlight that he smashed out was broken.

Crawling, he heard the sound of whirring, as if it was his breathing, and as if it wasn't, touching it, he touched a wet thing, and it made a foul smell, and he was stunned at once, this thing was not anything else, it was a small intestine of a person.

He shuddered, threw the small intestine aside, and continued to touch the backpack, he remembered that the backpack was not far from him, it was less than one meter and a half distance, and he felt that he had climbed four or five meters before touching the backpack.

"Whew~Whew~"

He felt a chill in the back of his head, like something was blowing on his neck, and he did hear the sound of breathing.

"It's ...... Ghost panting? ”

He had heard the fat man say such a sentence, "The ghost gasped, the ghost gasped, the ghost sucked your breath behind you, blew out the three soul fires, and met the king of Hades with a life." ”

He tried to calm himself down, don't make any mistakes, the pain in his body was much better, he couldn't touch his backpack, he had to find a way again, he remembered that he still had a lighter in his pocket.

He touched his trouser pocket, which was wet and sticky, and he didn't know what it was, but he felt the lighter in his trouser pocket and took it out.

With a snap, the lighter lit up, but the wind that didn't know where it came from blew out the lighter at once.

At that moment, he saw where the backpack was, but he saw something else, there were three dead people in front of him, divided into many pieces, and his backpack was held in the hand of a dead man, who was holding his backpack tightly.

He lit the lighter again, and with another whew, the fire was blown out, and he didn't know that the face he had seen earlier was on his back, staring blankly at the back of his head, blowing in a mouthful.

Seeing the backpack, he stood up slightly, risked his body and walked in the direction of the backpack, he felt the cold hand, and took the backpack out from that hand.

He squatted on the ground, pulled his backpack open, and took out a flashlight from it, the flashlight had just been turned on, and the hand grabbed his flashlight at once, and he saw what was in front of him clearly.

The corpse was split in half from the middle, and at once it snatched his flashlight and shone it on Long Mo's face.

Long Mo's face was pale and blue, he didn't look like a living person, he snatched the flashlight and looked at the half of his body, he didn't know where this corpse came from.

He looked at his body, it was all blood, and the slimy things on his body were half-congealed blood.

His mind is not here, there is actually a corpse here, which means that Nen came in from this side, there must be a way out here, he guessed that a few people also walked in by mistake, if it weren't for these people who increased the weight here, he would have been squeezed to death by the mechanism.

He glanced back, and behind him, there were long hairs dragging on the ground, and there were hearts wrapped around them, those hearts were bloody, as if they were still beating, and he felt something on his shoulder looking at him, and when he turned around, he saw that terrifying face.

Hollow eyes, wet hair, and a toothless mouth with a large length, as if there was no tongue in that mouth.

He reached out and grabbed the head on his shoulder, and when he grabbed it, he grabbed a handful of maggots in his hand, all of which were black and yellow, wriggling in his hands, and jumping high.

He was looking at the head on his shoulder, and more maggots crawled out of the hollow eyes, and his mouth was whirring and gasping.

He carried his backpack and smashed it into his shoulder, and the alcohol stove smashed on his shoulder, and the wounds that had been crushed earlier were not healed. Being smashed like this, his mouth was crooked in pain, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.

He felt his body become itchy, put down his backpack and reached out to grab it, and his hands were full of those yellow maggots.

The body kept beating, and with each beat, a lot of maggots were shaken to the ground, but the head was still panting on his shoulder.

He understood that the thing he encountered was not what the fat man had touched, and he heard the fat man say that the name of the thing he had encountered was Shiva, so what was the thing he was encountering now? He gave it a name called Maggot, and when it was entangled, it would be crawling with maggots, and even if it was not to die by these maggots, it would be scared to death.

He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed it on the dragon ring, and slapped it on his shoulder, he didn't know if he had hit, whether the thing was still on his shoulder, he ran away, and the more he ran, the wider the road became.

"If Maggot's hand is just broken at this point, then how did those people die? Could it be that there is something else in this corridor? ”

This thought made his heart even more uneasy, there were other things that meant that he was in danger all the time, and he didn't know if the maggot on his shoulder was still there, but the sound of the ghost panting was still there.

He was always on guard, he didn't believe that Maggot only had this means, and he also paid attention to everything around him.

Cautiously walking forward step by step, looking at the intermittent blood stains on the ground, the flashlight shone forward, and a coffin was placed not far from him, the coffin was covered with a piece of white silk, and there was a bloody head on the white silk.

The white silk on the coffin was stained with plum blossom-like blood spots, enchanting and terrifying, and then looking at those plum blossom-like blood spots, forming a skull, and there was a thief hole in the back of the coffin.

He paused for a moment and decided to open the coffin to see what kind of coffin it was.

Just as he was about to lift the white silk, a gust of wind blew, and the white silk moved, and the human head on the coffin seemed to be laughing, and his eyes opened at once.