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What is it like to look at Gaco, turn on the fast-forward button, and climb down the stairs?

At this time, Tails must have burst into tears of anger as he replied carefully:

That's how I feel!

Because the ghosts, the corpses, and the monsters behind him ("Whatever it is!, does it matter?"—the terrified Tails, who was in shock afterwards), were on all fours, dragging their mutilated, charred bodies, but they were crawling towards him with great speed and strangeness!

it!

Tails was so devastated that he didn't even think about the question of "whether this creature has sense, can speak, communicate, and can 'talk_it_out' without fighting".

At this moment, Tails, who was running for his life in the small room, could even feel that the liquid in his eye sockets was spraying outward without restraint!

But Tails soon regretted his decision.

Without him, that monster is like a dried corpse, far faster than Tails!

I saw it roar and kick and jump, knocking Tails from behind!

"Boom!" Tails rolled with the dried corpse, falling to the ground,

In the past two days, the knowledge of the past two days seemed to have an effect, and Tails subconsciously pulled out the JC dagger with his backhand, trembling and stabbing towards the dry corpse!

Poke hard into the heart of the dried corpse - if it has it - in the position!

But Tails was horrified to find that the dried corpse, pierced by the dagger, was unaffected, and lay on his body, towards his neck, opening its huge black and terrifying mouth, revealing the same charred irregular fangs!

Could it be that he was so scared that his hand shook and he didn't stab at all?Tails felt the weight on himself (strangely, it wasn't heavy?), and thought in fear.

But he didn't have time to regret it.

"Phew!"

With a dull thud like a piercing crack, Tails felt in despair that the corpse had bitten through his neck.

The pain hit, and Tails opened his mouth in pain, but he could only let out a hoarse muffled scream.

Under the effect of pressure, the blood in Tails's whole body rushed to the broken arteries.

It's over, Tails thought desperately.

Whoever kills must have the consciousness of being killed.

He remembered these words, and thought of Quaid, who was holding his neck and unwilling to die.

Tails smiled bitterly in his heart.

Retribution is not happy.

The strange thing is that the blood that should have gushed out of him is actually quiet, orderly-

Into the mouth of the dried corpse?

Tyers, who was bitten on the neck, glimpsed in horror that the dried corpse, like a water pipe squeezed by irregular water pressure, from the "mouth" to the neck, chest, abdomen, and all parts of the body continued to expand and contract slightly.

Like a hungry traveler, frantically sipping from a spring like a rain.

The dried corpse seems to be — sucking blood?

In a few seconds, as the blood loss increased, the consciousness of Tails' body began to numb, but the consciousness in his heart became clearer and clearer!

Everything in his brain was so clear that it reappeared in front of his eyes!

"Wu Yuren, a person like you who is afraid of ghosts, if you really encounter ghosts, what will you do?"

"Can you not mention this stubble? After watching "The Grudge" the night before yesterday, I still don't dare to go up the stairs by myself after dark, okay?"

"Don't be afraid! if you do, bite it, bite it to your neck! If it's one that doesn't have a neck or has a severed head—"

"Nervous! Stop! Stop!"

"When you're tired of writing papers and you look up and stretch, you suddenly appear-"

The former Wu Yuren took a step forward in annoyance and shyness, and blocked that person's mouth in the most accustomed way.

Then, in the sweetness of his mouth, he caught a glimpse of her smiling eyes.

The eyelashes are slender and the eyes are clear.

Really—cunning and insidious—Wu closed his eyes in hatred and continued to peck at his booty (or, to pay his tribute to the true victor?).

Another piece of memory, classified into Tails's mind, but this memory, seems to be extraordinarily different, after entering his memory bank, it did not sleep with its kind, but instantly spread, became larger, and vibrate, completely immersed in the memory of his previous life, Tails suddenly pushed out this illusory consciousness!

Tails' eyes opened!

At that moment, it was as if he had suddenly gained strength.

The corpse was still desperately sucking the blood, as if he would not give up until it was drained.

Until the hand of the seven-year-old boy, decisively and forcefully, grabbed its shoulders and neck!

"If you do..."

The traverser gritted his teeth, grabbed the body of the dried corpse, and used all his remaining strength to raise his head desperately.

"You just bite it..."

He opened his mouth, baring his tiny teeth.

“... Bite on the neck!"

He was like a creature without reason.

Bite the neck of the dried corpse hard!

It's like two lovers kissing each other.

Time seemed to stand still again, until a "Kara" sound sounded out of thin air!

The neck of the charred and withered corpse didn't seem to be as hard as imagined, and it was actually bitten off by Tails!

A piece of "meat" of unknown texture was chewed twice by Tails in anger and swallowed into his stomach!

An unfashionable sentence suddenly flashed through Tails's mind.

Chicken flavor, crunchy.

Then he continued to frantically and eagerly, biting the "wounds" of the dried corpse.

Just like the vampires of House Tuvar.

Until a stream of salty liquid suddenly poured into Tails' mouth.

The red liquid flowed down his throat as the traverser sucked desperately.

Just as his own blood, which flowed into the body of the dried corpse like a pump, was rapidly inhaled by him!

But the corpse seemed to be unsane and unconscious, just as the sane and blank brain of Tails.

However, only a few seconds later.

He and the charred and rotten corpse trembled in unison!

"Ho-"

Immediately after, the dried corpse seemed to tremble, suddenly let go of the mouth of the blood, screamed miserably, and violently pushed Tails away!

After being pushed away, Tails was stunned for two seconds in the mood of the rest of his life, and then he reached out for the first time and touched the wound in the neck artery!

The strange thing is that there is no blood flowing out of the neck, which should be bleeding all over the ground, and there are only two warm and numb small wounds at the wound, which are slimy.

In the dimly lit room, the dried corpse seemed to have recovered something called "Fear".

I saw that after it pushed Tails away, it covered its neck that was also bitten, and with the tails dagger stuck in its chest, it limped towards the black coffin it crawled out of!

Tails was not stunned, he stood up from the ground tremblingly, and found that the physical strength that had just been almost exhausted had recovered somewhat.

It's just the taste in the mouth - bah, it's a little disgusting.

Wait, that dry corpse, what's going on?

Although countless question marks were born in his mind, he still did not hesitate to pounce on the dry corpse that was running away in disarray!

A dog has his day.

We have the accounting.

Tails roared, reaching out and pulling it down.

The dried corpse that rolled to the ground did not stop, and before Tails could communicate with it again with his teeth, it leaped astoniously, jumped from an exaggerated height, grabbed the edge of the black coffin, and flipped itself into it in an unsightly position.

Tails, who grabbed one of its legs, fell with it into the huge black sarcophagus.

"Plop!"

Tails seemed to have fallen into a pool of water, a warm, moist liquid pouring over his body.

This taste?

Fishy, salty.

Is it blood?

From behind, Tails clung to the struggling corpse.

Before he was completely unconscious from drowning in "blood", Tails smiled under the blood.

Fortunately—he thought vaguely:

Luckily, this guy still has a neck, and his head hasn't been broken.

I don't know how long it took.

Tails woke up in a black coffin that had somehow dried up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Tails struggled to sit up, and the first thing he did was to cough violently, coughing up blood and water out of his body.

"Ahem-ahem-a-"

Tails licked a piece of foreign object in his mouth, reacted instantly, and spit it out in a wave of nausea.

He gasped again, recovering for dozens of seconds.

Tails' right hand touched the side of his body for the first time, and it was a cold, scorched touch.

The dried corpse?

Tails continued to fumble until he confirmed that the dried corpse that had chased him like a dog had broken into a dozen pieces and were scattered in the giant coffin.

The traverser exhaled, banishing the nausea out of his mouth.

There was darkness in the black coffin. He continued to grope under the cold coffin, felt something like a step, barely stepped on, and crawled out of the black coffin that was one person high.

This thing, not like a coffin, but like a children's pool? Tails thought, understanding how the little dried corpse had managed to crawl out of such a tall coffin.

He finally crawled out of the black coffin with both hands and feet, and fell to the ground with a thud.

There was a familiar sound of battle in my ears, and there was no shortage of women's whispers and the Earl's loud orders.

Tails, face down, rubbed his sore shoulders and struggled to brace his upper body - not knowing what was going on outside.

Then, Tails just looked up.

He froze.

I saw a man standing in front of him.

A villain.

To be exact, a small figure with long silver hair hanging down from the shoulders, looking pitifully standing in the moonlight, stumbling with staggering steps.

Forcefully, one step.

Forcefully, one step further.

The small figure, one step at a time, staggered, walked towards Tails, who had just climbed out of the black coffin.

until he struggled to stand in front of him.

She had red pupils, a pale complexion, delicate skin, delicate limbs, and a lovely face with a little baby fat.

But this "villain" is looking coldly, condescendingly, and even arrogantly at Tails on the ground at this moment.

Tails was stunned for a long time, and thought for a long time, before he got up from the ground full of doubt.

Then, he saw the other person's whole body clearly.

The other party still didn't say a word, just looked at him coldly.

Long.

Tails seemed to suddenly realize something, and the seven-year-old abnormal boy blushed and scratched his head and laughed awkwardly.

"Little, little sister. ”

I heard him lower his voice a little ashamedly, hesitated, hesitated, and asked weakly:

"That. ”

"Why are you. ”

"No clothes, huh?"

The little sister, undressed, stood alone on the ground, a head shorter than a seven-year-old skinny boy.

She looked at the traverser with an unkind look.

Tails, who didn't get a response, was embarrassed.

Thankfully, the awkward atmosphere lasted only a few seconds.

Because Tails suddenly saw it, in the chest of that "little sister".

There's a dagger stuck in it.

The blood on the dagger had not yet dried.

Two letters are inscribed on the blade:

jc。

Tails' hand, which was scratching his head, suddenly stiffened.

The traverser is not a fool, not to mention, even if it is the villains who have the aura of intellectual retardation in Xiaobaiwen, at this point, it is time for their IQ to go online.

Of course, he remembered how he had just plunged the dagger into the heart of the dried corpse.

But the "little sister", who had no trace of body and didn't feel anything different at all, still stared at him coldly.

She didn't say a word, her round little face was silent, and in her blood-red pupils, Tails's figure was reflected.

Tails gently lowered his hand and adjusted his breathing, switching his vision back and forth between the cute and weird little sister in front of him and the terrifying ghost corpse in his memory

It's really an evil sect.

Tails exhaled deeply.

The naked-naked red-eyed female (dry) child (corpse) still stared at him with that kind of gaze, like a sculpture.

Whoever it is, who has been stared at by this kind of thing eerily for so long, should start to feel creepy.

Tails swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pretended to smile easily, thought twice, and swallowed back the phrase "what brand of sunscreen repair cream is this".

Now is not a good time to be tempted.

Although it seems cute, if she is the dried corpse just now, it is probably impossible to be sensible-

"Who are you?"

A childish voice sounded from the front.

Well, even though the little sister's eyes haven't changed.

But the words that came out of her mouth were still relatively clear, clear and rational.

Compared to the roar of the resurrection of the ghost before, it looks sweet, cute and-

Wait a minute!

Tails' eyes widened in amazement, and he carefully observed this extremely weird, silver-haired little girl with red eyes.

She can talk.

She is rational.

She doesn't wear clothes - Bah!

She can communicate!

Then, Tails' brain, which had been lost in the fright, began to work familiarly and smoothly.