These officers and soldiers were grumbling, and before they knew it, it was slowly getting dark.

Suddenly, an officer and soldier let out an "oops" and said, "Why do I feel that this leg is so itchy, like an insect crawling?" As he spoke, the officer and soldier lowered his body, untied his leggings, and kept tickling, and this tickling went on and on, and made a very cheerful sound.

Soon, this itchy sensation seemed to be contagious, and many officers and soldiers suddenly felt itching on their legs, not only on their legs, but also on their arms.

Not to mention how uncomfortable this itchy feeling was, the more I scratched it, the more it itched, the more it tickled, and in the end, many officers and soldiers scratched blood, and they were covered in blood, but they still couldn't stop, and some officers and soldiers simply sat on the ground, took off their clothes, and kept scratching.

It was getting darker and darker, and a dark cloud slowly floated over, covering the fluffy moon, and suddenly the sky and the earth were dull and gloomy.

Outside the hall with four large coffins, a group of officers and soldiers were dancing and tickling, and this scene looked slightly strange.

In fact, the officers and soldiers who dug up the graves had already been poisoned by the corpses, and the moment they dug up the graves, blood began to seep out of the graves, and they were doomed to a tragic end. Then, almost every one of them jumped into the grave, and the bloody soil in the grave was stained, and the dirt stained with the blood of the corpses touched their arms, legs, and backs, and the corpse poison had slowly soaked into their bodies, corroding their flesh and blood until it turned into a thick pool of blood.

Finally, someone scratched the flesh and blood, and the blood gurgled out, even to the white stubble on the thigh, but he still felt itchy and unbearable, and the fingernails kept scratching on the bones, and the fingernails and the white stubble made a seeping sound, although it was slight, it made people feel cold all over the body.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the hall where the four large coffins were placed, and one of the coffins seemed to move slightly, and from the coffin came the sound of fingernails scratching the planks, a crunching sound.

However, no one noticed this, for everyone was tickling, and the sound was tiny of the flesh of a group of people, all of whom thought it was from their companions.

"Oops...... It's so itchy! What's going on here? How can it get more and more itchy, the flesh on Lao Tzu's legs is scratched......" An officer and soldier finally stopped in the midst of his busy schedule, his head was stained with a lot of blood left on his hands when wiping sweat, mixed with sweat, his face was hideous and terrifying, distorted abnormally, inadvertently scratched his face, but brought down a piece of flesh, trembling and hanging on his face.

"Oops...... I can't stand it anymore...... What the hell is going on! Another officer and soldier looked up to the sky and screamed miserably, he couldn't bear this unbearable feeling, he couldn't solve the pain on his body with his hands, and began to roll on the ground non-stop, and then felt that it was useless, so he directly pulled out his waist knife and began to cut the flesh and skin on his body, and used pain to cover up the pain of itching to the extreme.