This thing is very afraid of the light source, and it disappears as soon as it sees something, and the next time it appears, he doesn't know where it will be, so he shines around with a flashlight to see if he can find the fat man.

This photo really found the fat man, the fat man was lying motionless on the ground, his face was full of mud, he hurriedly ran over and patted the fat man's face, he found that the fat man's mouth, nose, and ears were full of mud, seeing this, his heart suddenly became nervous, this is ghost mud.

He had heard the old man say that the ghost mud is a ghost on a person's body, controlling people to stuff mud into their ears, mouths, and noses all the time, knowing that they will suffocate themselves.

He hurriedly picked up the fat man, grabbed his stomach from behind the fat man, and then pressed his stomach hard, once, twice, three times, this posture looked disgusting, like he was bursting the fat man's chrysanthemum.

The fat man is too heavy, less than a dozen strokes, he is already sore and weak, sweating profusely, "You are paralyzed, eat a little less, you will fucking die, eat so fat, Lao Tzu really can't hold it, if you are a big girl, Lao Tzu may be able to get a few more strokes." ”

Although he said this, he still endured the hard pressure on the fat man's stomach, he had been blocked by the mud and the vent was gone, and he would die here in no hurry.

"Fatty, you quickly spit out all the mud for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is begging you, okay? If you really die, how can Lao Tzu get out? Aren't you very capable? You're not even afraid of blood corpses, are you still a ghost, you said you wanted to pick up girls all over the world, what, do you fucking like the chicks in the underworld? ”

Long Mo's voice was choked, he hadn't known the fat man for a long time, and he couldn't see the fat man clearly, but the fat man's behavior was very likable, and he was also very arrogant, and he didn't have that kind of care.

"Fatty, you spit it out for Lao Tzu."

But the fat man's body had begun to stiffen, like a doll, and he could only swing his hands twice with each effort.

"No, fatty, you're not going to die."

He put the fat man down, and used his hand to mouth the mud in the fat man's mouth, he didn't know how much mud was stuffed in his mouth, the whole mouth was stuffed slowly, as if he couldn't finish the buckle, and he pressed the fat man's stomach after a few buckles, and finally, he heard the fat man's breath out, although it was very weak, but this proved that the fat man was still alive.

He was happy, cleaned the mud from the fat man's mouth, and pressed his stomach a few times, and finally, the fat man was able to breathe slowly, but every time he breathed, he would make a whirring sound, which was the sound of the trachea not being clear, and if the fat man could cough, he could spit out the remaining mud in the trachea.

He opened his mouth, used his index finger to clasp the fat man's throat, and then lifted the fat man's head, the fat man's throat was stimulated, wow, spit out a puddle of thin mud, the thin mud was also mixed with stomach acid, the taste was even more unpleasant, but he had to endure the bad smell.

After the fat man vomited, his breathing was much easier, "Fatty, wake up, don't fucking sleep, okay, you died three years early, and your teeth can sleep with moss." ”

"Can you fucking stop cursing people like that, ahem."

The fat man coughed twice as he panted, and coughed up a puddle of mud, his nose was blocked, and he could only breathe through his mouth, "Damn, this year's Lao Tzu is too uncomfortable, you can encounter anything when you go out, bloody corpses, shrouded corpses, and now ghost mud." He said as he used his little finger to dig the mud out of his nostrils.

He tried to exhale with his nose, but it was not smooth at all, "It's so fucking uncomfortable, boy, you saved me again, I am so touched by the fat man, but why are your hands holding me so cold?" ”

"My hands are cold?" When Long Mo heard this, his heart was also cold, he felt that his hands were a little cold because of the cold sweat before, but it was not as cold as the fat man said, not to mention that because the fat man had done physical work, he was hot, how could it be cold? The only possibility is that the hand holding the fat man is not his, but something else.

"Fatty, fatty, what place are you talking about?"

"It's just holding me on my thigh, and stroking it, I'm embarrassed to say it, and you won't let go of the fucking man?"

"No, no, fatty, I, I didn't touch your legs at all, my hands aren't on you at all right now."

The fat man's heart that had just eased up was half cold all of a sudden, and he snatched Long Mo's flashlight and looked at his thigh, I'll go, except for a blackened palm print on his leg, what is there?

He stood up, flashlights shining around, "The flame is out?" I just had a dream and the oil was gone, but luckily I had all the oil before. ”

"Dreaming? Fatty, what kind of dreams did you have? ”

"I dreamed of a child, let him say that he was hungry, want to eat, I asked him what he wanted to eat, he said he wanted to eat the mud on the ground, you said strange is not strange, I didn't think like I soaked urine and thin mud, one by one into his mouth, he also said delicious, I just fucking keep stuffing into Ya's mouth, feelings fucking have fed themselves, why am I so pitiful? If I knew it was fucking mud, I'd give it to you. ”

Long Mo let the fat man joke, and finally he asked the fat man if there was a way to rekindle the long flame, and the fat man also knew how terrible it was to have no light source here, not to mention that there was a coffin that had not been opened, and this long flame had to be lit.

The fat man took out the lighter and lit it, and then kept the lighter burning until the plastic of the lighter was burned, and then used a flashlight to shine on the top of his head, and threw it at the place of the right brazier, the lighter was heated too high, and suddenly exploded when it was close to the brazier, and a fire burst out, and a pot of open flame was ignited in this way.

The strange thing is that this pot of flame was lit, and the rest of the flame was also lit, illuminating the entire tomb, and the tomb was still the same as it was, and it felt like nothing had happened just now, as if it was all a hallucination, or a nightmare.

The fat man looked at the red coffin with a pickaxe, "All this appears in this red coffin, this coffin fat man, even if I die here today, I will open it and see what is inside." ”

The fat man burped, it seemed that he was full of eating his own pee and mud, he walked to the red coffin, brushed his eyes and blindfolded himself, "Boy, also blindfold yours, what we see comes from the fear in our hearts, no matter what we hear, we can't open our eyes, there may be something very scary in this coffin, ghost baby, unborn ghost baby, everything we see is controlled by this thing." ”

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