The night is dark and the mountain roads are rough. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On both sides of the road are graves, large and small, where I estimate that the ancestral graves of the harbour village have been buried for generations.

These graves are basically incomplete, skeletons, white bones are scattered messily, and the baked cake guy has stepped on a lump of blackened intestines, and he hugged my waist in fright, and his head shook unacceptably.

Damn, Nima is about to catch a ghost, you are still doing it, get out.

The top of the hill was wider than I had imagined, as far as the eye could see, overgrown with weeds, and white smoke was bubbling not far away, as if someone was cooking on a fire.

We walked over in confusion, and we saw a large iron pot that was four or five meters wide and half a person high, with complex rune patterns carved on the skin, and some strange monsters were drawn.

This is the iron pot that the village elder said?

I tried to find out what was abnormal, and when I glanced back and forth, my saliva was flowing out of the baked cakes, and my nose moved: "Brother Hai, who is cooking here, it's so fragrant!"

Fragrant?

Just now I was just looking at the appearance, and then I noticed that the white gas wafting from the pot was mixed with a faint aroma.

After thinking about it for a long time, how to describe this taste?

, yes, it's meaty!

It's very similar to the smell when my grandmother used to cook meat for me at home, when she first threw the meat into the pot and cooked it!

However, instead of having an appetite, I frowned even more.

Bats rob corpses, and iron pots are fragrant.

Nima, these two things are linked, could it be that this pot is boiling......

As soon as I wanted to remind the crispy meat to be careful, he had already poked his head out and looked into the pot, wishing that he would bury himself in it.

Whoosh......

Another wisp of white smoke came out of the bottom of the pot, and the choked pancake was hot, and he rubbed the smoked teardrops, and looked again.

Huh? What's that?

I saw a few pairs of bursting eyeballs, flowing yellow and green liquid floating on the soup noodles in the pot, staring at the baked cakes gloomily.

Faintly, you can see that the eyeballs seem to be laughing.

Then, the smell of flesh suddenly changed to the smell of formalin-soaked corpse meat.

A lump of stumps with blood vessels floated up, gurgling with blood-colored blisters!

The blister in the middle was the largest, and it seemed to be wrapped in something, and it exploded with a 'bang', revealing a head that had been swollen from boiling water, and it was covered with clotted white brains.

Yes!

The burning cake thunder didn't pay for his life, and he roared like a soul cry at the throat, and the fat body trembling leaned over coldly, and knocked me to the ground together.

I grass, poured eight lifetimes of mold, Lao Tzu was also hit on the forehead by an iron pot, puffing up a big bag, funny.

"Brother Hai, if you are going to die, you are going to die, paralysis, here, this is a soup made of human flesh!"

I gave him a punch, and your brother and I are not blind.

But who put this pot here, bats eat meat and have to be cooked, I'll go for it, Zhentama can see any strange thing after living for a long time, or is this for the mysterious zombie?

There was a small opening near the bottom of the pot, and under the small mouth was a turbulent stream of water, and the corpse soup in the pot flowed into it and mixed with the river water.

I immediately figured out that the lower half of this current should be the river in the forest where we rowed yesterday!

Is it any wonder that there are human-faced corpse fish?

The absolute force is to drink the poisonous water mixed with the corpse flesh, and the body has mutated!

I touched the bag on my forehead, and was about to get up and go to investigate the human broth pot again, there is something still haunting in my heart, what about Zheng Qi, who was lost, I haven't seen anyone until now!

Suddenly, there was a loud wind in front of me, and there was a rustling sound.

I quickly picked up the pancake and quickly dodged into a thick tree and hid.

The ground was full of weeds, growing as high as my knees, and it was lush and lush.

Baked cakes sat directly on the ground, feeling something panicked below, pulled it out and looked at it, the baked cakes just squatted down, felt it, and screamed strangely: "My mother, Brother Hai, I'm afraid!"

My head was so angry that I slapped his swaggering mouth, shook my head to silence him, don't mess around, and then looked at what he was holding.

My fork is a palm that has been cut in half!

The flesh inside the fingers has been bitten dry by ants and rats, and it is black and empty, making people hairy.

The nails are long and purple, and those who don't know think they are wearing nail polish.

The point is that it stinks badly, and I want to vomit when it is smoked.

I grabbed this fluttering severed palm, threw it back, and threw it directly into the mountains and forests behind me without a trace, and then continued to block the mouth of the baked cake uneasily, booing and saying don't move, don't startle the snake, and wait for the bat king and the mysterious zombie to appear.

After all, until now, I don't know what the enemy is, how many there are, only hiding in the dark, waiting for the other party to appear first, the enemy is in the light and in the dark, will expand their advantage.

Tonight's moon is particularly round, and the surroundings are miserable white.

The wind on the top of the mountain was blowing stronger and stronger, whining and whistling, and what I didn't see was that on a towering tree not far away, a man with a big beard and a yellow shirt swaying in the wind was hanging upside down on the branches with one hand on his head.

He wore a detective-like hat, was gulping down wine, his movements were unrestrained, and he exuded a suave demeanor.

If you put it on the street, it will be an uncle with a high return rate.

His eyes were full of incorruptibility, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Shura, I didn't expect to meet you here! Hehe, although you killed me with your own hands back then and washed the Six Palaces with blood, I don't hate you, the reason is very simple, they deserve to die!"

Time passed little by little, and whimpering wolf howls and snake chirped from time to time in the deep forest below, but the bat king and zombies I was waiting for still did not appear.

The crispy meat was covered by my mouth, and the squirting Lao Tzu was full of saliva, wet, if it weren't for the fear that he would scream, I would have beaten the girl to death.

Just as I was about to get impatient, the sound of swaying grass and trees sounded again from the depths of the mountaintop.

At this moment, the yin wind stopped, and a huge black shadow slowly approached the human flesh hot pot.

Closer, I saw its appearance clearly, rubbing, sure enough, it was a mutated bat, the size of the first look was more than a meter, even bigger than a person, the wings were black and shiny, covered with sharp red thorns, a pair of eyes were looking around, the fangs on the mouth were sharp and slender, and the red eyes on the top of the head were like a second lang, very weird.

However, the appearance of Bat King was expected for a long time, and what really shocked me was......

The eerie figure sitting on his wings!

He didn't even move, and the human broth pot floated out of thin air, and then spun in front of his eyes, tilting and doing a handstand, and the full corpse soup inside was drunk in one gulp!

"Hell Corpses?"

On the other side, the merry man on the towering tree put down the flask and looked at it in a little surprise.