The cracked face vanished from his eyes, and the grass around him turned into a mass of mud buns without tombstones, and he stood in the midst of the graves.

"It's strange that there are still tombs in this tomb."

He looked around, he felt that there was light, fire, the fire kept flashing, like the light of a candle, it was less than thirty meters away from him, he felt strange, how could there be fire in this place, there was no one here at all, could it be the white shadow?

Thinking of the white shadow, he walked over more cautiously, and in front of a larger grave, there was a naked corpse lying on the ground, with its back down and face up.

He was half killed by this scene, and the adrenaline continued to rise, only to see that the dead man's eyes were inserted with two white candles, and incense was inserted on his face, his stomach was cut open, and the internal organs were pulled out, which was a sacrifice.

The candle in his eye socket flickered with this fire, the blood flowed from the corner of his eye, it had not yet solidified, the ground was covered with paper money, and the atmosphere was very strange and terrifying.

"The blood I just saw is real, it's all real."

He was flustered in his heart, he kept talking nonsense, he wanted to get out of here, he turned around, and a ghost with flowing hair suddenly floated from a distance, as if he pressed the fast-forward button, and he didn't have time to breathe, and he stretched out his hand like he was pinching his neck.

He saw that the face was bloody and fleshy, and the eyes were all white, and he felt his neck being pinched tightly and gasping for breath, and his eyes began to roll up, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

"It's all hallucinations, it's all hallucinations, there are no ghosts in the world at all."

He reminded himself over and over again that it was all an illusion, he closed his eyes, waiting for the arrival of death, he wanted to use the Dragon Seeking Ring, but his hand no longer listened to his command, as if he had grasped something and would not let go.

He opened his eyes to see what he was holding onto, and when they did, the ghost was gone, and the hand that grabbed her neck was his own.

"Why should my own hand pinch myself, let go."

The more he controlled, the tighter his hand was pinched, he couldn't control his hand, as if the hand was not his, but someone else's, he roared, let out a long breath, finally controlled his hand, slowly let go of his neck, his hand had become iron, not like a human hand.

He had just controlled his hand, and as soon as he controlled his hand, he cramped, turned into a claw, and grabbed his crotch, "Don't, your uncle, where are the ghosts, come out for Lao Tzu." ”

He just finished calling, and immediately took control of his hand, if he grabbed the egg yolk, he would be pinched out, his body was covered with sweat, and his fear continued to rise.

He heard the sound of brushing, and the hands of the naked corpse lying on the ground slowly lifted, grabbed and pulled, pulled upward, and pulled out the candle, and the eyeballs were still strung on the holding handle, like a string of rock sugar gourds.

Then he opened his mouth, put his eyeballs into his mouth and chewed it, then chewed it twice and sat up, grabbed it and threw it aside, his head was mechanically deflected, and his hollow eyes were flowing white and red blood and looked at Long Mo.

"Hell, hell, hell."

He stepped back step by step in a panic, and suddenly kicked the little earth bun with his heel, and sat on the little earth bun with his buttocks, and the corpse stood up and walked towards him step by step.

With every step the corpse took, the big gash in his stomach trembled, and he could see the bones of his spine, and he was terrified to the extreme, and he felt like he was in hell, and there were evil spirits everywhere that were going to eat him and scrape his skin.

He got up and ran, and wherever he ran, there were countless graves, as if the corpse was coming towards him in every direction.

"Ghost hitting the wall, this is the ghost hitting the wall."

The corpse grabbed him by the shoulder at once, and the other hand passed under his armpit and grasped at the place of his heart, and the disembowelment was like a large mouth to swallow him.

He felt a lot of pain in his left chest, and used his hand to break the hand that grabbed his chest, it was only cold and stiff, and there was no feeling that was very scary, not afraid of fighting, not afraid of being killed, the only way was to break him to pieces at once.

He had just broken the hand that was clutching at his chest, and the corpse's other hand grabbed his waist and pulled it back, and his entire upper body was thrust into its belly by the corpse, and the severed ribs began to chew like teeth.

He pushed hard to both sides, and with a bang, the corpse's ribs were broken, and his body turned around, kicking the corpse's crotch to escape the corpse's grasp.

Now the corpse looked even more terrifying, the ribs on both sides were broken by him, the tips of the bones were exposed, like sharp teeth, and its abdomen was like a large mouth.

It didn't feel pain, its hollow eyes were still staring at Long Mo, and from his hollow eyes, he saw a pair of blood-red eyes, very similar to the kind of eyes that he could see through the crack in the door.

He had no weapons, there was no point in fighting an unconscious corpse, and even if he defeated the corpse, more would come out.

"No, where did this corpse come from, there is no such person at all who came with us, could it be that he came in later, and it is impossible for the person who came in later to walk in front of me, and this person was also just killed."

Thinking of this, he felt even more powerless and frightened, the corpse seemed to be walking very slowly, but the speed was indeed very fast, and the liquid flowing from the eye sockets flowed down his cheeks and onto his body, which was very terrifying.

He stepped back, thinking about how to dispose of the corpse, and he thought that in addition to food and clothing, he also had a small hammer, a folding pickaxe, and a folding shovel in his backpack.

He placed his backpack on the ground and bent down to get the pickaxe, the corpse swallowing his entire body in a "big mouth" as he bent over, and his broken ribs were slowly tightened.

"Your uncle, why should you be so cruel to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu didn't rape the eighteenth generation of women of your ancestors."

He stood up, broke his tight ribs with both hands, and the corpse bit his ass in one bite, "Wow, your uncle." But when he got up, the corpse's head was down, his ribs were broken, and the corpse fell to the ground, and he picked up the pickaxe, ignoring the pain in his body, and struck the corpse's head one by one, and soon he pushed the head.

But the corpse was still moving, and when he wanted to stand up, he beat wildly, and there was the sound of bones being broken all around, and finally, the corpse turned into a puddle of minced meat.

But he did not relax, on the contrary, he felt that death was getting closer and closer to him.