Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 78 The Skeleton Villa
"The atmosphere is a bit weird..."

"Who said it wasn't..."

He Gang and Hancock were whispering, but Zou Wu, after entering the village, changed his weak state and became lively.

But He Gang always felt a little uneasy.

From the perspective of "system supremacy", the attribute panel can never lie.But from the perspective of human cognition, these skeletons do not look like normal ordinary people.

Not only is it not like a normal person, if it just fell on the street in normal times like this, it would scare half the people in the street to death, and then it would become world news.

"They seem to need to eat."

"But... where is the food?"

He Gang saw several skeletons transporting a moose caught from nowhere into a stone house filled with the smell of decaying blood and filled with dust.

There should be their slaughterhouse.

"look at this."

Hancock tugged He Gang's sleeve.

He pointed to the gray tattered clothes hanging high in the distance, tucked into the tips of still-growing straw.

He frowned,
"That thing... looks like a white coat, right?"

"This place is so weird. Those skeletons don't seem to realize that they are already skeletons, and they just live here..."

"And you didn't find out..."

He Gang suddenly looked up. He seemed to have remembered something very scary. The veins on his forehead were beating crazily and he said,

"Except for those skeletons, everything here is composed of pure inorganic matter or living organic matter..."

This village only covers an area the size of a dozen football fields.

Although there are towering trees everywhere, there are no wooden structures or tools in the entire village, and even the roof beams are made of pure stone.

And the tools in their hands.

Most of them are made of stone, and some are hand-ground from inactive alloys such as copper and steel.

Also, the ground was too clean, there was not a single fallen leaf piled up on the side of the road, not only on the side of the road, but also under the surrounding towering trees.

It's as if...everything that originally had life but ended up losing life was eaten by something.

Eat clean.

Two little skeletons who were not even taller than He Gang's waist led the way.

Before leaving, they need to be invited to meet the leaders here.

He Gang and Hancock had thought about crossing the village directly, but they couldn't get out. Zuowu's flash could still be used, but it was too weak just now.

Now, the two wanted to see the leader of this weird village again.

More than just pure curiosity.

There are other reasons.

These skeletons clearly retain their sanity, which is definitely a miracle, and it may even be a way to save the world.

Walking on the sheep intestines in the village, I came to a low stone house unknowingly. The roof still has some traces of red bricks and tiles, which is a rare color in this village.

He Gang seemed to see something through the glass in the window.

He walked closer and came to the window. It was so gray that he couldn't see what was hidden inside.

He leaned over his face and took a closer look at it with the only light.

Still can't seem to see anything.

It was dark and dead silent.

But the two little skeletons seemed to be very frightened, grabbing Hancock's hand and trying to back away.

He Gang leaned his back against the window and let out a deep breath.

He reached out to stroke Zouwu's hair.

The air inhaled into the lungs has no smell, only fine dust, as if no one has walked here for many years.

A dead breath.

What's behind Hong Kong.

Through the window, the bitingly cold air seemed to pass through the glass and through the thick clothing, and the skin felt stinging.

It's like dozens of needles are pricking.

Turning around, He Gang's complexion suddenly changed!
A face was pressed against the window, just over his shoulder.

The face was flat and expressionless, spread out completely, as if it were just a piece of skin plastered on it.

Dense circular holes covered this open face, like small holes in a lotus pod, through these holes, one can see one after another tiny maggot-like things wriggling in the flesh.

"Wow--"

A small cry came from inside the window.

A lot of crying.

It's so subtle that it sounds like a bug is screaming.

He Gang fixed his eyes.

Where are those maggots hidden in the shower-shaped hollows? They are clearly worm-like monsters with baby heads one after another.

They wailed toward the little window.

Just looking at it and hearing it makes people creepy!

At the same moment, in the darkness of the window, other parts of this face were also spread out on the glass in a completely spread form, every inch of skin was covered with small and dense holes.

That's a human skin!
A piece of thick human skin with internal organs, organs, and flesh and blood!

There was a frightening expression on the face that vaguely showed Slavic features.

At this moment, a hand wrapped in metal protruded from the darkness.

This hand grabbed the weird human skin, pulled it back fiercely, and then heard a slap, and the crying stopped.

boom--!
A dry face was reattached to the glass.

It was a skeleton with imitation human skin on it.

His hair is disheveled, the imitation human leather quilt is quite casual, and his eyes and nose are all misplaced.There was also the continuous sound of heavy objects knocking in the stone house.

He then pulled something with his backhand to cover the glass.

After a while, the sound disappeared.

He Gang only felt a thin layer of goosebumps all over his body. He didn't think it was scary or weird, he just felt uncomfortable all over his body.

Those tiny holes...

Whenever he thought about it, he felt as if he had such a hole in his cheek.

Chill all over.

The things locked in the stone room were violently hitting the walls and glass, and a large bloodstain was left on the glass.

But they feel no pain at all.

Just repeating the same thing numbly and sluggishly.

"I TM..."

He Gang's scalp was numb, and he quickly backed away.

He looked at Hancock,

"I seem to know why the people here are skeletons..."

In an instant, a terrible conjecture appeared in his mind.

They moved forward faster.

The two little skulls also seemed to be terrified. They were curious at first, but now they just want to leave the two evil stars quickly.

At the end of the dry, clean path, a stooped man with wrinkled face, as dead as a puppet, stood there.

He was as burly as a bear, and his face, covered by heavy makeup, clearly showed Slavic features.

A corpse smell emanated from the man.

His face was covered with a thick layer of paleness, he didn't know where he got the rust to make his blush, the faint smell of blood floated out along the airflow, and the corners of his upturned mouth showed a weird feeling no matter how you looked at it.

(End of this chapter)