The light of the formation trembled slightly in Wan Yanjing's eyes, vividly interpreting what is called pupil earthquake.

The bruised face of the dead man stood outside the glass window, quietly looking into the car, motionless.

Just as Wan Yanjing's rapidly beating heart slowed down a little, and began to guess that this thing was a dead thing, the dead man's face began to move, and it seemed to move a step forward, closer to the glass window, and its nose was pressed against the glass window, and the stain similar to clay rubbed against the transparent window.

It was disheveled, and its hair was covered with blades of earth and grass, as if it had just been dug out of the soil. The facial features are swollen, but it can be vaguely seen that it is a male corpse in his forties and fifties.

Wan Yanjing glanced at it, turned around and opened the dark compartment of the carriage, took out a long wooden box from under the dark compartment, opened the wooden box, and inside was a Huo knife with a pure black handle and a piercing snow light on the blade.

Compared with the popular Mo knife and Pu knife in the army, the Huo knife Sanjiu that Huo Xiang personally improved is obviously much smaller and lighter.

The total length is 2 feet 7 inches, and the blade is about 1 foot 6, which can be grasped with one hand or held with both hands.

The blade is slightly raised, and there are complex grooves and lines on both sides of the blade surface between the flips, which are slightly similar to the lines on the roof of the carriage.

The slightly cool frosted texture is attached to the palm of the hand, and Wanyan Jing holds Sanjiu in her hand, and her heart is settled.

She used the tip of her knife to pick open the window on the other side of the carriage, and sure enough, there was also a corpse pasted on the glass window, but this corpse was a female corpse, and Wan Yanjing could only barely see her thin eyebrows and scattered hair.

Looking over her scalp, there were a dozen sparse corpses around her, all moving closer to the carriage.

It took them two or three breaths before they moved one step forward, as if they were fighting against some force, and they were moving very slowly.

Wan Yanjing shouted loudly at the old Xu Huoxiang Ergou, and looked at the corpses outside the car window vigilantly.

It seemed that her voice could be heard, and Wan Yanjing found that the swing amplitude of these corpses was obviously much larger when they were moving, as if they had been stimulated by something, but the speed had not changed, and it was still very slow.

After Yan Jing shouted for a while, there was nothing outside except the sound of corpses moving, and Huo Xiang and the three of them didn't know where they went.

Is it in a dream?

Wan Yanjing couldn't help but start to doubt.

She pinched her thigh, and it hurt.

But this is not certain, she can clearly feel the pain when she is injured in Huo Xiang's dream.

But now she is not possessed, and she can control her body freely.

Turning her head to look out the window, the face of the dead body was still there, the details were clear, and the utensils in the carriage were all familiar to her, and it really couldn't be more real.

"Phew!"

A cloud of white velvet emerged from under the futon and looked at her with a pair of staring eyes.

Even the geese are there!

Wan Yanjing held the knife in one hand and took the little goose into her arms with the other.

After checking the locks on the doors and windows of the carriage to make sure that it was correct, Wan Yanjing leaned on the wall of the carriage and faced the dead body outside the glass window again.

The corpse's eyes were closed, but it seemed to be looking at her.

Wan Yanjing tried to look over his dead man's head to observe the situation on the other side of the deserted temple, but the tall corpse blocked the small window tightly.

Not to mention......

Outside, there was a gray and black fog, and the visibility was less than a kilometer.

Touching the goose's thin and soft down feathers, Wan Yanjing completely calmed down, she looked out the window at the corpses that seemed to want to enter the carriage but couldn't, and began to guess what they were.

Ghost?

Corpse?

Living people in disguise?

Legends about ghosts, monsters, spirits, zombies, etc., are endlessly popping up on the road.

But Wan Yanjing has never seen it.

There was no cold palace, no dark sewers, no wilderness in the middle of the night, and no one around her had ever heard of anyone who had ever encountered it.

As an ancient native, Wan Yanjing was a fairly firm materialist.

I didn't see it, so I didn't believe it.

If there is a vengeance, it should be avenged on the spot.

The gods will bless the sincere mortals, the Yama will punish the dead and wicked in hell, and everything will have a karma ring...... It is a story that only a fool would believe, a dream concocted by the ruling class for the people in order to better maintain order.

After experiencing Huo Xiang's flashing memories of another world, the awe of ghosts and gods has dropped again and again.

Terms such as science and technology, nature and so on have subtly taken root and grown in her mind.

But everything in front of her subverted her three views.

It's a nice day, hell she's!

The corpse couldn't get into the carriage, so Wan Yanjing looked up and squinted at ease to distinguish the complicated lines on the roof.

Recalling the situation when Lao Xu slipped into the carriage when Tu Shanying blocked the road, she was thoughtful and a little relieved of her safety.

She didn't think that these unsane corpses outside were more terrifying than Tu Shanying.

Then the only thing she can do now is to wait.

Turning off the lights in the car, Wan Yanjing closed her eyes and began to meditate.

Wisps of qi wandered in the meridians, but they were extremely sluggish.

A man and a goose plus a carriage seem to have strayed into some kind of special realm, and as time is delayed, it is dark, weird, and evil, and they are scrambling to enter it cautiously.

Wan Yanjing had no choice but to stop meditating, but there seemed to be no other choice but to wait, and she never dared to go out.

It's terrible to have a corpse that still moves!

I don't know how long it took, it seemed as if something cold had begun to invade her joints, her bone marrow, her internal organs......

This was not her delusion, because the goose in her hand was also trembling, making a frightened "whoop" sound.

Wan Yanjing draped the mattress and quilt on her body, but she still couldn't stop the chill.

It was cold, but there was a thin layer of sweat on his back.

"Smack!"

Wan Yan quietly shuddered and turned on the light source in the carriage again, unlike the first time, even if the lights were turned on this time, there was not much light in the carriage.

The pattern on the top of his head has also been blurred.

Outside the window was lined with corpses, as if an army of dead bodies had been guarded outside the carriage.

Can't wait any longer.

Wan Yanjing had a hunch that if she had been hiding in the car, she would have to finish playing sooner or later.

Unknown, fearful, apprehensive, uncertain chills......

After repeated torture, Wan Yanjing finally made up her mind.

After searching for useful things in the carriage, taking a small burden behind him, Wan Yanjing stuffed the goose into the placket, held the Sanjiu short knife, and pressed the switch to carefully open the skylight of the carriage.

Thankfully, there wasn't anything on top of the car.

She flipped the edge of the roof out smoothly, and the surging gray-black mist rushed over in an instant, and then a terrible ghost crying wolf howled in her ears, bursting the eardrum.

In an instant, her heartbeat was about to jump to her throat, and the suffocating coercion of death made Wan Yanjing's eyes darken.

But the pain comes and goes quickly.

Something lit up on his chest, shaking open the fog around him.

Wan Yanjing opened her eyes, and everything in front of her made her heart cold.

(End of chapter)