The two came to the nearest thatched house, Ning Qiushui stood outside, and said to him:

"Hurry up."

Shan Hong nodded.

"Okay."

He immediately went into the hut, unbuckled his belt, and began to free himself.

I don't know what I shouldn't have eaten, and my stomach is gurgling, and it's very uncomfortable.

He crouched on the pit and used all his might.

There is hardly a trace of ventilation in the whole thatched house, it is made of wood and tiles, and in some places there are many dried weeds.

The only source of light is the doorway five steps away.

This made the whole hut not only look extremely dark, but also damp, and the air was full of unpleasant feces.

To be honest, anyone who has a little bit of cleanliness will be very uncomfortable squatting in such a toilet.

Single macros are no exception.

At this moment, he squatted in this place, and only felt that there was nothing wrong with him.

Just as he was releasing it with all his might, something suddenly dripped from the top of his head.

Icy cold and sticky.

When Shan Hong was dropped by liquid, his body was obviously stiff!

When are people most vulnerable?

In ......, of course When.

Shan Hong couldn't accept that he was killed by a ghost in such an environment!

What exactly is that drop of liquid that just dripped from my head?

What's in your head?

At that moment, countless terrifying thoughts flashed in Shan Hong's mind!

He stiffly stretched out a finger and wiped the liquid from his forehead, then put it to his nose and sniffed it, and then his face turned extremely pale.

I confirmed that it was indeed the smell of blood.

Why is there blood dripping from the top of the head?

He raised his head stiffly, his pupils constricting almost suddenly!

Although the environment inside the hut was very dark, after becoming familiar with this darkness, he could barely see what was in the darkness.

When Shan Hong looked up, he found a bloody corpse without skin, hanging high above his head!

This scene directly made him plummet.

Immediately after, he let out a scream, and before he had time to put on his pants, he ran out of the hut!

Seeing Shan Hong fleeing in a panic, Ning Qiushui was a little speechless.

"Shan Hong, are you walking the bird?"

Maybe it was because he had been with Liu Chengfeng for a long time, and Ning Qiushui's mouth was also poisonous.

"Also, didn't you wipe your buttocks?"

There was a not-so-pleasant smell in the air.

Shan Hong was extremely embarrassed, but he still pointed to the thatched house with one hand, and said in a panic to Ning Qiushui:

"Autumn, Brother Qiushui, there are dead people in the thatched house!"

"No, no, it's a bloody corpse!"

When Ning Qiushui heard this, his eyes froze.

Bloody corpses?

But there were no dead people last night......

Why are there bloody corpses?

"Whose corpse?"

Shan Hong shook his head, barely a trace of blood on his lips.

"I don't know, his skin has been completely ripped off, and it's too dark for me to recognize!"

Ning Qiushui glanced at Shan Hong's two trembling thighs and said:

"Hurry up and clean up, and then follow me in, and let's put the body down."

When Shan Hong listened, the chrysanthemum tightened!

"No, isn't it?"

"Shall we go in again?"

"But, but there's a bloody corpse in there!"

Looking at his frightened appearance, Ning Qiushui shook his head.

"You are a big man, why are you not as brave as Shen Weiwei?"

"The daytime at the monastery is not that dangerous, and there are two of us, so the probability of an accident is even smaller."

"Time is running out for us."

Hearing this, Shan Hong swallowed his saliva, wiped the sweat on his forehead again, gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay!"

"You did it with Brother Qiushui!"

He casually found some leaves, wiped the filth on his body, and then followed Ning Qiushui to the thatched house.

Ning Qiushui found some stepping things, and then took the bloody corpse off the beam.

They carried the bloody corpses back to the kitchen, while Liu Chengfeng and Shen Weiwei were still discussing the black handwriting written on the ground with charcoal.

Seeing Ning Qiushui move a bloody, skinless corpse back, both of them were shocked!

"I'm rubbing, little brother, what's the situation with you?"

"We didn't die yesterday, where did the corpse come from?"

Ning Qiushui shook his head.

"I don't know."

He left the body at the door, and the four of them observed it for a while.

"Any thoughts?"

Ning Qiushui asked the other three.

The faces of the three of them were actually not good-looking, because they all vaguely guessed who the corpse was.

"There is no skin, so I can't be further sure, but if you estimate it from the size of the body, it should be the little monk of Fahua!"

Shen Weiwei took a deep breath and barely managed to calm herself.

Liu Chengfeng pointed to the position of the corpse's scalp and said:

"I also agree that this is the corpse of the little monk Fahua, we have hair on our heads, and those ghost things in the temple will not ask for that piece of scalp when they skin us."

"But this time they actually peeled off their scalps, and apparently there was no hair at all on this body."

"It just so happens that last night and this morning the little monk Fahua was not there."

"Coupled with the height of the body type, it's probably him......"

Liu Chengfeng's words are conservative enough.

In fact, he was already 100% sure that this blood corpse was the little monk of Fahua, but the little monk has now become a pillar of peace of mind in everyone's hearts, Liu Chengfeng is worried that the other two will have an emotional breakdown after knowing that the little monk is dead.

However, the two were not as bad as he thought.

"So, the little monk died last night?"

"He died before dark, so he didn't come to bring us candles?"

Shan Hong looked at the bloody corpse on the ground, his mind was blank, except for fear, the only thing left was doubt.

The little monk is dead, so who will bring them candles?

They do have some stock, but it will be a little difficult for them to survive tonight......

"The little monk didn't die last night."

Ning Qiushui spoke, his voice very determined.

He reached out and pinched the corpse's muscles, moving the corpse's joints for a moment, then checking the viscosity of the blood.

"He won't have been dead for more than two hours."

"The little monk died this morning."

Hearing this incident, the other three were stunned.

"Not more than two hours, doesn't that mean he died after six o'clock in the morning?"

"But the ghosts in the temple don't seem to be active after six o'clock in the morning......"

Ning Qiushui carefully examined the bloody corpse, and suddenly seemed to have found some details, and muttered to himself:

"Yes......"

"He wasn't skinned by goblins."

"It's a completely different approach."

"Goblin skinning leaves little to no extra traces."

"But these bloody corpses in front of me are covered with countless knife marks."

"In order to peel off the whole skin, even some of the muscles were cut off together, and the tendons were cut off a lot."

"This is not the technique of ghosts, the skin on the little monk's body...... It should have been stripped off! ”

After Ning Qiushui finished speaking, several people in the room felt their scalps explode on the spot!

Being skinned by a ghost and being skinned by a human are two different things!

The former seems to be terrifying and cruel, but in fact he didn't feel much pain, and Lu Nanshang had already said it very clearly before.

and being skinned...... How painful is it in a non-anesthetic situation?

Everyone present shuddered.

They stared at the bloody corpse on the ground, and an inexplicable chill rose from the soles of their feet......