The cold and damp cell was filled with gusts of wind blowing from the depths of hell, and this eerie atmosphere made Tang Feihong not want to stay here for too long.

Plus there were dead people in the cell.

Therefore, Tang Feihong is now desperate to carry out the corpse covered by a white cloth on the corpse rack behind him as soon as possible, and then stay away from this cold and depressing cell.

Although it is said that he is now a jailer, it is impossible for him to completely get out of the cell.

"Qu Hancheng, did you feel that the stretcher shook just now?"

Tang Feihong, who quickly picked up the handles on both sides of the stretcher, felt that the stretcher behind him seemed to move, and he immediately turned his head to look at the tall thin man behind him and asked nervously.

The tall thin man called Qu Hancheng by Tang Feihong was also direct, he lifted the white cloth on the stretcher and looked at a pale and naked body lying flat on the stretcher.

The sickly pale corpse had no scars or birthmarks on its body, and every muscle and limb was perfect like a work of art painstakingly carved by an old craftsman with calloused hands.

True and with a hint of falsehood.

Tang Feihong also knew that there was actually a strange pattern on the back of this corpse.

This strange pattern is divided by the back of the corpse, and the two sides are covered with black and elaborate patterns, in the shape of a spiral staircase, spreading from the lower waist of the corpse to the shoulders.

From a distance, it looks like a pair of wings that are waiting to be spread, but when you look closely, it looks like an upside-down mountain, as if it is suppressing something.

What's even more strange is that every muscle of the dead body is engraved with a golden and dense ancient rune, and the rune is obscure and difficult to understand.

When Tang Feihong first saw the black and treacherous patterns and golden runes on the back of this dead corpse, he thought that this prisoner was a ghost monk from a certain cult tantric sect.

Qu Hancheng saw that Tang Feihong was still timid and uneasy, shook his head helplessly, and patted the pale dead corpse on the stretcher with his palm disrespectfully.

"You see he's dead."

Then he waited for a while, looked at the dead body without any movement, and sighed at Tang Feihong.

"Wait, those golden dense and simple runes on his body are gone?!"

Tang Feihong's eyes dilated slightly, his pupils shrank suddenly, although this dead corpse still did not have any breath of life, but the dense golden dense ancient runes on his body disappeared abruptly.

There is no second person in this cell except them!

"Those bells and whistles tattoos, you say? Maybe Lao He used something to clean his body, you also know that although Lao He is a fool, he is also a devout Taoist.

It's a pity that he, a self-proclaimed Taoist priest, doesn't have any Taoist temple to accept him.

Pay attention to what kind of disaster turned into dust or something, presumably he carefully wiped and cleaned this corpse before, you see that he even took his clothes. ”

Qu Hancheng shrugged his shoulders and said with a hint of joke between his words.

The living still need him to be afraid, but now it's just a corpse, and he can't turn into a zombie and bite himself like in the novel and drama, right?

If he could really transform the corpse, then the corpse he buried in the soil under this prison would crawl out and bite himself.

Qu Hancheng did not fail to scavenge the corpses of these prisoners for something that even the prison guards were unwilling to take, and then threw these corpses in the grave he dug without mercy and sympathy.

"......"

Although Tang Feihong always felt that something was strange, he couldn't tell what was strange.

So this made Tang Feihong stand in place very aggrieved, his fingers kept shaking and pointing at the pale and perfect naked dead body on the corpse rack, and he stopped talking.

"Don't do anything, you might as well carry this body out sooner, and then work harder when digging the grave, and then bury the earth sooner.

If you want me to say, if you die, you die, where are there so many strange things. ”

Qu Hancheng didn't mind the work of carrying the dead body, but what he minded was that he couldn't get any benefit from this dead body.

So as soon as Qu Hancheng entered the cell and saw the naked corpse lying quietly on the ground, he was in a bad mood all the time.

It means that this time there is no oil or water.

"Did he move?"

Tang Feihong's timid muttering voice fell in Qu Hancheng's ears, which also only increased Qu Hancheng's dryness, if it weren't for the sake of being a fellow jailer, he didn't look up and look down every day, Qu Hancheng would have ignored him a long time ago.

"It is impossible for a dead person to move, only it is possible that your hands trembled when you carried the corpse frame just now, creating the illusion that the corpse will move!"

Qu Hancheng slapped the corpse's cheek with his palm again to confirm his statement. And the cold and stiff touch coming from the palm of his hand made Qu Hancheng even more sure that this guy was dead.

Not kidding, Qu Hancheng was a little envious of this perfect and handsome corpse in his heart.

If this guy weren't a prisoner, he would have to have a pretty good life with this excellent appearance and figure outside, and then pay that self-esteem that no one cares about.

After all, there is no one who doesn't like beautiful things.

Qu Hancheng remembered that the most powerful horn in the theater and the most beautiful Oiran in the hook bar he had seen were probably a little inferior to this dead person.

It's a pity that it's dead.

A beautiful dead body is like a broken vase, and even the most basic appreciation value has disappeared, and it has no effect.

Of course, exclude some disgusting guys with special fetishes.

When the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, and there are more people in the world, and there will always be a few people who are both perverted and disgusting outside of the normal three views.

And these people always have some background and strength behind them that should not be underestimated.

This is also the reason why Qu Hancheng does not believe in the sayings of ghosts and gods, and there are really good and good rewards in the world, evil and evil rewards, and the words of unjust souls and wild ghosts.

Then the bad guys should have died a long time ago.

"What are you grabbing my wrist for?"

Qu Hancheng's eyes lowered slightly, and his expression became depressed, it was obvious that he had thought of something bad. However, he suddenly felt a resistance, glanced at Tang Feihong, who was standing in front, and asked strangely.

There were only two living people in this cell.

One is Qu Hancheng himself, and the other is naturally Tang Feihong opposite Qu Hancheng.

But soon Qu Hancheng realized that something was wrong.

The length of the corpse frame is about two meters, and Tang Feihong, who is standing in front of the corpse frame, is not as tall as himself, and his arm span is definitely not two meters.

Therefore, it was impossible for Tang Feihong to reach out and hold his wrist rashly without bending forward. And the hand holding his wrist was unusually cold, like putting his hand into a cold cave in winter.

The cold is biting.

"Deceived corpse!"

Compared with Qu Hancheng's calm thinking, Tang Feihong's performance was much more direct.

With Tang Feihong's pupils shrinking suddenly, a panicked shout with a trilling voice, and the back of staggering out of the cell also made Qu Hancheng come back to his senses.

"Lao He's autopsy level is not good, you are not clearly alive."

Compared with Tang Feihong, who had already run out of the cell, Qu Hancheng's performance could be described as unusually calm, he looked down at the dead body sitting up from the stretcher, and muttered to take away the palm of the dead body's wrist.

Then he walked out of the cell in a calm manner.

Bang.

It was the sound of the cell door slamming shut.

Outside the cell door, Qu Hancheng's face turned pale, his legs swayed slightly, he tightly pinched the key handle of this cell, and twisted the bronze keyhole again to make sure that the iron door had been closed.

It was true that he was not afraid of dead bodies, but he did not say that he was not afraid of dead bodies that would suddenly sit up.