As soon as I took a few steps, I stepped on something under my feet, and I could tell that it was another dried corpse by the feeling of my feet, so I raised my foot and kicked the dried corpse under my feet aside, ignored it, and continued to walk forward.

Along the way, I stepped on several dried corpses, and I raised my legs and kicked them aside. However, I couldn't help but secretly guess in my heart how many dried corpses were lying in this dark corridor?

I slowly moved forward against the wall, and Tang Dao was held in front of me as a tool for pathfinding.

After taking a few more steps, the Tang knife in his hand suddenly hit something. I thought it was a turn in the road, and the Tang knife stabbed on the stone wall, I stabbed forward and stabbed again, and the feeling from my hand did not feel like I had stabbed the stone wall.

The thing that Tang Dao was holding shook backwards and returned to its original place.

My heart moved, could it be that there was a dried corpse hanging here blocking the way?

Thinking so, I cautiously stepped forward and touched it, and sure enough, it was indeed a dry corpse hanging in the corridor.

I whispered in my mouth, "This eldest brother is still the eldest sister, the little one is passing by here, and he has no intention of disturbing your old Qingxiu, it's weird, the little one is going to take a detour!" ”

As I spoke, I walked around, intending to dodge the hanging corpses and continue walking.

I didn't think about it, there was more than one dried corpse hanging here, there was also a dried corpse hanging next to the dry corpse, I walked around blindly, and just hit the dry corpse next to me, and the hard bones on the corpse almost really blinded my eyes.

I bared my teeth and covered the painful eyebrow bones that I had hit, and I didn't dare to move forward again. I couldn't help but be stunned when I touched the dried corpses in front of me, but I didn't expect that there were five or six dried corpses hanging side by side in the two-meter-wide corridor

In order to confirm my judgment, I carefully touched the back of the dry corpse, and sure enough, there was a row of dried corpses hanging behind me, and then I touched it back, it was still the same

Moreover, these dried corpses all have the same feature, they do not have heads, and each dried corpse is hung on the top of the wall with a metal hook through the muscles behind the back.

I don't know if these dried corpses are alive, hanging here and then having their heads cut off. Or cut off the head and hung it here again.

If it's the former, it's really cruel

I hesitated, but decided to move on.

I gently pushed the dry corpse in front of me to the side and lowered my head and burrowed over.

I didn't study the dried corpses in the second row anymore, and drilled through them again according to the law, then the third, and then the fourth, and the fifth

There were far more dried corpses hanging than I could have imagined, and the rows and rows seemed to be endless.

The shaking corpse hit me from time to time, and at first I wondered if a dry corpse would reach out and grab my shoulder. Eventually, this fear had become insensitive, and I would not even spit on the crumbs of the dried corpse when they fell into my mouth.

I just walked mechanically through this forest of corpses in the dark, reaching out to push away the rows of dried corpses in front of me, while silently praying in my heart, "This is the last row, this is the last row, I will be able to get out of the corpse in a moment", but this prayer never worked

When I moved the dried corpse, I couldn't help but recall the scene I saw when I was a child in the meat factory where my second uncle worked.

"These hanging corpses are like hanging dead pigs, and there is nothing to be afraid of." I whispered to myself.

"Even the feeling of touching it is the same, cold and soft," I pushed away a dried corpse and continued to mutter.

As soon as the words fell, I stopped abruptly, although I couldn't see anything at all, but my eyes were wide at this time, and the hand that had just pushed away the dried corpse was trembling slightly

Dried corpses can be cold, but never soft

The body of the dried corpse behind me that I had just pushed away was soft

That's not a dry corpse! It's the "person" who was hiding in the corridor just now!

Realizing this, I bit my lower lip and reversed the Tang knife and stabbed hard behind me.

But as I expected, the Tang knife did not stab the "person", but pierced the real dried corpse.

This guy has a sharper instinct than I dodge, and before I could pull the knife, I quickly pulled out the knife and slashed in the direction of "him" dodging, still slashing into the air.

The "man" quickly ran forward through the corpse forest.

I didn't want to let him go anymore and made up my mind to catch him. Let "him" continue to hide by his side, and I will never live in peace.

Fortunately, these hanging dried corpses helped me at this time, and the sound of the "people" colliding with the dried corpses just pointed me out the direction of "him" to escape.

I raised my arm to protect my face, and with my knife in my hand, I ran rampant through the corpse forest and chased after the "man". The smell of a dry corpse hitting me was definitely unpleasant, but at this point I completely ignored it, and almost fell into a state of madness again.

There is only one thing in mind: "Catch him or hack him!" ”

I was getting closer and closer to the "man", I could feel "him" just a few meters in front of me, and I could even hear footsteps and gasps that did not belong to me.

But at this moment, a woman's sigh suddenly came from not far from me.

"Hey"

Hearing the sound, I subconsciously stopped, quickly took a few steps back and leaned against the wall on the side.

This sigh is definitely not unfamiliar to me, from Chen Hudan's description, to the backyard of the ancient house, and then to this time, I have heard it three times!

"Who are you? Isn't it Jing'er" My hoarse voice may sound even weirder

After asking, I listened quietly, but still the same as the previous times, no one answered me.

The "man" I was chasing had already run farther and farther away in the corpse forest, but I couldn't continue to chase because another "person" seemed to appear not far from me.

And this woman, who has only heard her voice and has not seen anyone, seems to me even more mysterious.

"Who are you?" I patiently asked again, but still no one answered, and with a twist of heart, I lifted my knife and pushed away the dry corpse in front of me, ready to touch the place where the sigh came from.

Just then, a gust of wind rushed towards me.

Because it was so close, I didn't even have time to react when I was hit hard in the chest.

I was knocked straight back, and after knocking through a few dried corpses, the back of my head slammed into the wall.

It was dark in front of my eyes, and I fainted.

At the moment of my coma, I only felt a stream of heat spray on my face, as if a large mouth was biting my head with an extremely disgusting stench