"What's going on? Got a good night's sleep and your body changed? ”

"Could it be that I'm dreaming?"

I looked at the strange corpse in front of me and couldn't help but slap myself.

This corpse could never be Zhao Ertian.

But the talisman on his forehead is definitely the one I pasted on Zhao Ertian's body.

This spell is still here, where did Zhao Ertian's body go?

After a good night's sleep, the corpse was transferred?

I looked closely at the corpse in front of me, and there was fresh, damp dirt on it, as if it had just been dug out of the soil.

This matter is weird and strange as a whole.

"Who is going to do this?"

I felt strange in my heart, and I couldn't help but ask myself.

Ordinary people should not have any interest in a corpse.

The only one who can be interested in this Zhao Ertian's corpse is the mother and son of the Zhao family, right?

It's just the fate of the Zhao family's mother and son, although I didn't see it with my own eyes.

But it is not difficult to guess that the mother and son have definitely been taken revenge by the female ghost.

These two people are long dead, how can they come and steal the body?

This idea was born in my mind, and it was immediately overturned.

And I looked at the corpse in front of me, and then I thought of something even stranger.

If the thief who stole the corpse, no matter what the purpose, he wanted to steal Zhao Ertian's corpse.

Wouldn't it be okay to carry the corpse away while you were sleeping?

Why go to all the trouble of putting a rotting corpse here?

Isn't that redundant?

Could it be that the other party took me for a fool and thought that I would not be able to see if I put a rotten corpse here?

Or is this thief still a thief with a more conscience.

Stole Zhao Ertian's corpse, and gave me another one?

What is this man's intentions?

Looking at the corpse in front of me, my heart was filled with a lot of puzzles.

Although this is my first time chasing out a corpse, I have thought about many unexpected situations.

I even thought about the scene where it rained at night, the rain broke the spell, and Zhao Ertian attacked me again.

But I never thought about it.

In the middle of the night, in the wilderness, the corpse can still be stolen?

And keep me this freshly dug up corpse.

Looking at the fresh dirt on it, the corpse was freshly dug up.

"There is a heart, this thief really has a heart."

I looked at the corpse in front of me, and I couldn't help but praise the thief brother in my heart.

Professionals are just different, and they are really dedicated.

I think so, but I can't just deal with things like this.

Although Zhao Ertian is a corpse of the family, he is also a very resentful yin corpse, and his aggression is very strong.

Now the charm on Zhao Ertian's forehead is attached to the head of this rotting nameless corpse.

That also means that Zhao Ertian at this moment has no spell suppression on his forehead.

Zhao Ertian, who was not suppressed by a spell, was an extremely aggressive Yin corpse.

But I didn't make the slightest noise, and I didn't even wake up from my sweet dreams.

It was as if Zhao Ertian had discussed with the thief and left obediently.

Could it be that this person who stole the corpse is also a corpse chaser? Extremely good at dealing with corpses?

The idea came to my mind, but I immediately rejected it.

After all, only my grandfather and I are the only ones left in the corpse chase.

Grandpa is a single lineage, and I am the only one left in the world who chases corpses.

How did this thief exchange the corpse right under my nose?

And Zhao Ertian, who lost the suppression of the spell, did not make any movement.

"It's weird, it's weird."

"I want to see what kind of thief this is, with such great ability."

I muttered as I checked my surroundings with a flashlight.

Want to find some clues.

After all, Zhao Ertian's corpse is not a good stubble.

The death of this thief who stole the body is a trivial matter, in case Zhao Ertian escapes.

The scourge is not just a corpse thief.

Zhao Ertian's fierce yin corpse, I am afraid that in one night, I am afraid that it can slaughter a village.

If something goes wrong like this, then my sin will be great.

Thinking of this, I don't dare to be sloppy.

Holding a flashlight and searching carefully in the dark night, I finally saw some clues on a sheep intestine path.

Footprints on the ground were stained with fresh dirt.

The footprint was unshoeed, barefoot, and in the same direction where I had just slept.

It can be seen that this footprint is most likely the one of the corpse thief.

I followed the footprints all the way forward, trying to see what was going on.

But the more I followed the footprints, the more I felt that something was wrong.

For the footprints on the ground are only those who go in the direction where I slept, but they do not return.

This is already strange.

This corpse thief just walked over, but there were no footprints to return, could it be that this road is not the way the corpse thief left?

"I'd like to see where you came from!"

I made up my mind and followed the footprints to keep looking.

The surroundings began to change, all overgrown with weeds, and there were some owl calls around.

Gradually, some tombs and dirt bags began to appear around me.

"Who would live in a place like this!"

I was so puzzled that I couldn't help but mumble to myself.

Could it be that the person who stole the corpse was not a human, but a ghost?

That's why there are only footprints that go and no footprints that come back?

I held up my flashlight and started playing the drums as I walked forward.

Although I was a little scared, I couldn't help but move forward, wanting to know what was going on.

Who the hell is playing this trick on me?

I bent over, my head bowed, and held up a flashlight to look at the footprints carefully.

But a pungent rancid smell began to permeate the surroundings.

It's exactly the same as the stench of rotting corpses I've smelled before.

"What's going on? Could it be that the corpse was on the feet? ”

I felt a little strange in my heart, and just as I looked down at the soles of my feet, I realized that something was wrong.

Because by the moonlight, I suddenly saw a figure standing behind me.

At that moment, my whole spine was cold, and the hairs on my whole body stood up.

I was a little afraid to move for a while.

Holding a flashlight, the whole person slowly turned backwards like a machine.

When I turned around completely, I finally saw what was standing behind me all along.

It wasn't some other ghost, it wasn't some monster.

Standing behind me at this moment is the rotting corpse that had been dropped earlier.

He was standing behind me like a pillar at the moment, with a yellow charm on his forehead.

This corpse has been following me all the way?

Could it be that this thief of the corpse is not a thief at all, but the rotting corpse in front of him!