The villain is being forced to whitewash again

I have never felt such a mood before. A person is like wading through mountains and rivers on a battlefield full of bones, with a piercingly cold sky above his head. Of course, this is all fake, and there is still no change in the darkness. Zhao Yuan can't help but cover his mouth. Coughing, probably the only obvious change is that the cold feeling on his body is getting worse.

The sudden cough finally ended, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead. He couldn't tell whether it was colder on his body or colder in sweat. He wanted to wipe it off, but the sticky feeling in his hand was too prominent, and he couldn't help but stop. Down did not complete the action.

Although there is not enough light here, he clearly knows what the sticky thing is in his hand, but he didn't panic, but calmly wiped the thing in his hand on the fur of the corpse. It's just scary to think about it.

He continued to walk slowly in the dark. The fur of the corpse covered outside was not very comfortable. Instead, it was smelly and wet. Colorless blood slowly seeped out from the cut flesh tissue until it stained his whole body red. This piece of clothing, like a vicious curse, suddenly reminded me of a strange story, which was often told by the old people chattering under the old tree at the entrance of the village when they were young, which frightened a group of children who could not help but wake up in their sleep.

There was a famine in a village, and no food meant that they could only starve to death. Everyone came up with an idea to draw a cow from one family in order every month to share food with everyone, so it was a long and difficult three days. Months passed, and the famine finally left, and they got better again.

But within a year, we will face the era of starvation without harvest. At this time, the backyards and baskets of every household are empty, even if there is not even half a head of cow. Glowing green, walking staggeringly on the road like a walking dead, one night with a pitchfork and a hoe rushing into the house of the family that should give up the cow according to the order, the next day, everyone ate the beef to their heart's content .

The blood oozing from the corpse wrapped around his body became heavier and colder, making him gradually out of breath and staggering like a walking dead person in a story.

A thought appeared in his mind, if he ate the flesh and blood of the corpse covered outside, would he be able to change into its form and run freely in the dark?No need to linger on like coughing up the lungs in your chest cavity.

He suddenly found out what he was thinking, and was horrified by this terrible thought. He even wanted to give up being a human being and long to become such a disgusting monster. Could it be that he was assimilated by this weird world?

Immediately shook his head and wanted to throw this idea out of his mind, but what followed was that red, white, and blue spots appeared in front of his eyes, flashing frequently, and then too much chemical fertilizer was poured out of the soil. They seemed to pop out and filled the entire field of vision. There were blood vessels growing in their bodies, and every movement seemed to flow with the vitality that would not wither.

Going to die, a person next to his ear said, should be dead, drilled through the left ear and slipped out of the teeth, this process was repeated over and over again, a bit like a high fever feeling, you often can't figure it out Is it a fever in your head, or is your place an unbearable furnace.

This sentence made him very uncomfortable. He tried to make the person who was chattering next to his ear close his crow mouth, but when he opened his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicked on his teeth, and he was shocked to find that the voice was full of ridicule and indifference It actually came out of his own throat, and his thinking became stiff like a piece of tofu that had been frozen in the ice and snow for a whole winter, and it could make a crisp sound when knocked on a stone.

This is really the worst development. He half-kneeled on the ground and coughed fiercely. He was mocked by himself or coughed to death in this ghost place. I don't know which one is more worthy of being buried in the dark history that cannot be mentioned.

He tried his best to breathe in enough fresh air to stretch his lungs until his throat hurt like a fire, and his knees couldn't support him and collapsed on the hard ground. The two-year-old child, he fell to the ground feeling more like hanging from a high tree fork withstanding the wind and rain, all laughing at himself, life is so vulnerable.

There was a hyena-like grinding sound in the distance, like chewing wood or dried meat. He slowly turned his neck, and two creatures walked towards this side with their beautiful big muscles. The black fur seems to be glowing and they look upset and complain about everything.

He suddenly realized that not all of them were so smart. When they were very close, one of them smelled the corpse and blood lying on the ground, and it didn't rush around as quickly as the previous creatures. Instead of walking away, he walked over here with too much curiosity.

He had seen the fangs in its slightly parted mouth, not at all beautiful and cute, like a mouse or some of the horrible fantasies everyone has in bed, sleeping with a rodent down a dirty tunnel Squeezing out of the hole, combing its long beard at the head of your bed, jumping up on the cheek wondering whether to nibble the eyes or the nose first.

Unable to move his hands, he couldn't help but pray, hoping that this overly curious creature would give up its boring actions in time and stop treating him as a fun toy, but it turns out that every time a person tries hard to ask God not to happen When something happens, God will often let such a thing happen, quickly and several times more severely.

He closed his eyes, in the gap of eleven or maybe nine steps away from the creature.

The depths of his consciousness were roaring, asking him to get up and get rid of the life-threatening danger. His body remained motionless, and the accumulated cold exhausted his remaining strength. It completely ignored the fury of his consciousness. They were arguing in his head, one sided of course, the other indifferent, and he just wanted to get them all out of his head.

A kind of strange calm slowly paves the beach like the waves. If you want to sleep, you just keep sleeping like this. This is what you deserve after working hard all your life. He thought, after going through so many thrills and meeting so many incredible people, and even being able to go shopping in the market with the former leader of the Demon Cult who has lived for more than 100 years, it is crazy and funny, even if he dies at this time, he still thinks this life is worth it up.

A light smile leaked out of his mouth, startling the one that was approaching him. He didn't care how much time was left before death approached him. His eyes were so hot that he couldn't stop laughing. He breathed slowly and closed his eyes quietly.

The creature seemed very annoyed, probably thinking that his laughter just now was mocking its stupidity before, but it didn't realize that the dead companion was an enemy pretending to be it, and the upper and lower rows of teeth were grinding and piercing. Unusually harsh.

He saw its posture, vigorous and fierce, and he could even describe the flowing state of a large area of ​​hair. It was strange that he could still see clearly in such a dark place. The eyes of that creature were very small. , but he can see clearly and see his own reflection in its eyes - a light gray shadow, spiritual power, suddenly remembered this, is this what they look like in their eyes ?Because there is no soul, it is just a bunch of messy things stitched into the body, so is it so sensitive to their existence?

People and things flashed in his mind one after another, the nameless gambler, the little girl, the cat, these creatures... He suddenly understood something, it turned out to be like this, no wonder... no wonder he felt that there were traps everywhere There is no escape, the other party has been playing tricks from the very beginning!

Trying to get up on the ground, he had a new plan, but the creature jumped forward faster than his inspiration came to mind, and its claws sunk deep into the flesh of the shoulder, reminding him of flesh. The difference between the strips of pork hanging by iron hooks on the stall was that it didn't feel anything, but he already felt pain, not just in his shoulders or in his back, but actually everywhere.

Countless colorful lights exploded in the entire field of vision, he heard the beating of his heart beating like gongs and drums in his chest, more needles were stuck in every piece of flesh in his body than cursed villains, There's never been a more life-threatening moment than now, the creature's mouth gaping open, saliva dripping down his face, and, God, he feels unbearably sick.

Opening his eyes, he felt as if he was lying in a coffin with the lid of the coffin opened. The yellow-brown soil piled up high on both sides and would fall down from time to time. He could see white paper and copper coins fluttering from above. Father Meditation on studying complicated cases, seeing the silly faces of the children who used to play together fishing for small fish on the ice, Qin Shi gently stroking the pearls the size of broad beans in his hands... He grinned openly and coughed up blood, his upper and lower sides were stained red. The lips of the mouth let out an uncontrollable laugh.

The creature froze for a moment, then yelled at him unhappily, as if asking what's so funny?With a whoosh, an arrow pierced firmly through its head, and the claw broke free from the flesh of its shoulder.

He closed his eyes and took a breath of fresh air with difficulty. When he opened his eyes again, the other living one died while running away. He felt a cold liquid flowing into his burning throat, full of vitality, sweet, and pleasant smell. Yes, he knew, it wasn't a false illusion.

"I almost thought I was dead," he said with emotion.

"It's really close, if I'm a few seconds late." There was a familiar head shape in front of him. He didn't want to say it so sissy, but it was the cutest head shape he had ever seen. .

"Can one get up alone?" Ling Qingshan asked.

He felt his lips were as dry as salamanders, even if a huge wagon wheel crushed every bone in his body, he would not tremble even if he was too tired to get up, but...

"Maybe I need to ask you a favor."

Turning over, he stretched out his hand, Ling Qingshan grabbed his arm, and the two stood on the ground, "I have a new plan, but I have to let it go now, that guy can die right now."