Chapter 135: The Horror Collection Room
Facing the eyes of the liger, Benjamin inexplicably felt a sense of intimacy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
It's like you've unconsciously made some kind of connection.
So, Benjamin made a big mountain behind him, no matter what, incomprehensible movements.
He actually crouched down, and then, like all dog teasers, stretched out his hand.
It can even be said that Benjamin also waved his palm.
The mountain was particularly tempted to open his mouth to warn Benjamin (in a puffy manner), but as soon as it felt the pressure of the superior from the liger, it was reluctant to do so.
Dashan could only hide far away at this time, and then covered his eyes with his own hands.
It probably didn't want to see Benjamin torn to shreds by a terrible liger!
Benjamin's heart was also beating the drum non-stop at this time.
Will he be eaten by the liger?
I'm afraid that he is doing this in the eyes of others, it is a stupid and ridiculous thing to do, right?
It's just that Benjamin thought for a moment and continued to maintain this action.
Something surprising happened.
The liger actually stopped, and it looked at the bold human in front of it in amazement.
It lowered its furry head, then sniffed at Benjamin's palm.
Soon, the liger picked up a familiar smell.
That is, it's a heart-warming taste.
That is, the smell of death.
That is, the smell of the owner.
So the big mountain on the side opened his eyes wide, and he couldn't believe the world anymore. It's true, there are too many things he can't understand.
And what is wrong with the lion and tiger beast in front of him, so he would choose to wait stupidly on the side?
Benjamin sighed, stretched out his palm, and patted the liger on the head.
"It's really, unbelievable. ”
Benjamin thought for a long time before he finally came up with such a sentence.
The brain circuitry of this liger is a little too strange.
"Do you think I smell good?" said Benjamin, staring at the now stupid dog-like liger (at his feet, of course, there was actually a little black dog wagging its tail) as he saw it sniffing around in the palm of his hand.
The liger understood Benjamin's words, and it nodded.
"So, you're a necromantic creature indeed. ”
Benjamin crouched down, and as his hand rested on the back of the liger, he felt a chill to his bones.
This is the kind of coldness that only something that comes back from hell can have.
This time, the liger didn't seem to understand Benjamin's words, it just tilted its head to the side.
At this time, the mountain finally changed back to the appearance of the little boy, and then whispered to Benjamin, "What's that, the necromantic creature?"
Benjamin sat down on the ground and rested, and he shrugged his shoulders. "Skeletons, ghosts, mummies, and the like are all necromantic creatures. They are creatures that were supposed to die in the first place, but they were resurrected by wizards in a special way. ”
Suddenly, there was a flash of frenzy in the eyes of the mountain, the kind of look that Benjamin had seen before.
"So, can my parents, and my grandmother, be resurrected?"
The mountain looked at Benjamin eagerly, as if Benjamin had just nodded and these people would come to life at once.
"Probably," Benjamin couldn't bear to shatter a little boy's fantasies, "but it's very dangerous to refine a human body into a necromantic creature." And basically only become skeletons and zombies with low IQ. ”
However, the only thing left in the mountain's mind was that they would be resurrected, not that they had a low IQ.
Maybe for him, as long as he can live, even if he becomes an animal, it is not a big deal.
At this moment, the mountain looked around and realized something terrible.
"Brother, my grandma is gone!"
"Gone?"
Benjamin was also very shocked, and when he looked back, he found that the place where the black-backed mother-in-law was lying was now only a rag.
It was probably the clothes of the black-backed mother-in-law.
The liger, as the culprit, shrank in Benjamin's direction, like a child who had confessed his mistake.
The mountain tried to blame the liger, but its terrifying appearance made the mountain dissuade him.
"It's weird. ”
It's like the old man who died at the beginning mysteriously disappeared, and this time the black-backed mother-in-law is also gone.
Benjamin and Dashan searched around for a long time, but they couldn't find any hidden passages.
They didn't understand how this dead body could suddenly disappear.
"Let's, let's go somewhere else. Dashan finally said in disappointment, his innocent pupils that seemed to never appear again. "I'm used to it. ”
Benjamin's hand froze in the air, and he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only sigh.
The two of them pushed open the door of the secret passage with the liger.
This time, there was no sudden wind, no unspeakable traps, just a normal hall.
Even the temperature inside here is much more normal than in the secret passage.
At this time, the liger was like a tour guide, walking in front of it proudly. It looked up, then roared a few times.
Benjamin glanced around the hall, and for some reason, it felt more like a prize showroom.
The wide hall is filled with one window after another, and in each window there is something seemingly ordinary.
Benjamin stopped in front of the first window, with a row of small print on it to explain.
"Anna's floral dress, 1886, leprosy, failure!"
This seemingly unrelated remark, in addition to making people dizzy, is inexplicably cautious.
The mountain shuddered.
"Well, big brother, do you think it's a little scary here. It wasn't very cold, but I felt like there was wind blowing somewhere. ”
For Benjamin, this kind of thing can't scare him, after all, he is a man who has seen ghosts.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a piece of clothing. ”
Benjamin turned and walked to the second window, which was a hat, tattered and a bit like a Sorting Hat.
"Unknown hat, 1889, plague, failure!"
Pestilence?
Benjamin had an urge to cover his nose.
And when he got to the third window, Benjamin was first surprised by what was inside.
That is, it's something like a placenta.
Permanently frozen in the window, disgusting to watch.
"Mrs. Finley, 1889, dystocia, failure!"