"Run, run, run" "You're going to die here, too.
"Towards the distance, in the remnants of the setting sun, the panic of the sun, once you stop, there are tens of thousands of pairs of bloody eyes, crowded with you."
"In the corner leading to the darkness, thousands of bloody hands of wreckage are rushing towards you day and day."
Liu Yang suddenly seemed to understand something, and he hurriedly rushed out.
The old man sitting on the windowsill was no longer there.
But the old man's laughter kept echoing in his ears.
"Come on, come on, come on" "Let the dark corners swallow you, stained with blood, and eat away at your body."
"That drop of green stains is your evil obstacle to eating people" "I am a human being, and I am immortal."
"I am a god, my name is Shen Kunlun."
Damn it Liu Yang cursed in his heart, and his heart was burning with irritability.
Liu Yang did not run towards the door.
I'm afraid he runs out now, and the group of guys outside is afraid that they will tear him to pieces.
For he heard voices, all of them not human voices, either roaring or roaring.
The people inside came in, but the people outside couldn't get out.
Liu Yang rushed directly into a room.
One kick knocked the door straight through.
After rushing into the house, he immediately closed the door, picked up the heavy object placed next to him, and blocked the rotten place. bang The outside door was shattered.
Through the doors and windows, Liu Yang can see a slight blurred perspective.
It wasn't a man or a beast in the courtyard.
It's monsters.
Some of their faces were rotten, and only two large eyeballs were left outside.
The long pulp of flesh condensed into a thread that connected to the brain contained inside.
Some of the bodies have rotted into disshapen, and the legs from the waist down are already bloody and blurry, and there is no intact thing to be seen, as if someone had chopped them off with a knife.
Leaving pools of blood and black bruises on the road ahead, it is like a death struggle.
There is also a body that seems to have been sewn with a knife and thread, and when you move your arm, you can see that the flesh and blood inside are wriggling, and they are about to fall off There was a hole in the skull sewn with thread, and from this hole came a long white liquid with flesh in it.
The blood was whirring, and it couldn't stop pouring out of it.
It's like a fountain, spraying in all directions.
Liu Yang didn't know if it was a dead person or a ghost.
But in every sense of the word, they represent terror.
When they entered, they were aimless, soulless corpses, like walking dead.
Spreading out in all directions, the poplars seemed to be trying to open the blocked doors with that faint light.
But because Liu Yang's room is far away, he hasn't found it immediately.
But soon you'll be in this room.
Quietly, all quietly, only the low roar is still warning the poplar, the danger has not disappeared.
The air around it also became cold.
It's like a low-pressure flow, and it's here.
Even the blood was condensed in the cold, as if it had all turned into frost.
However, before Liu Yang could take a break, Liu Yang turned his head, but he broke out in a cold sweat.
Behind him, rows of decomposing corpses lay out.
The standing ones stand upright, bleached bodies, broken wormhole holes, crawling around inside.
The white convex eyeballs are about to pop out, as if they are blistered white.
The hair has fallen out, and there is a hole in the back, and the white skin is about to fall off.
As the wind blew, it seemed that the bloody scabs of the flesh would be uncovered at any time, revealing the big white flesh worms inside.
Liu Yang looked at the corpses in front of him, and at a glance, there were eight in total.
This is true of every corpse.
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They are like looking outsiders into their own rooms.
Glaring angrily, staring at Liu Yang.
As long as Liu Yang makes a slight move, I'm afraid he will pounce.
The rancid smell that permeates the air is not something that normal people can bear.
Liu Yang forcibly endured the nausea in his heart and the fear in his heart.
Evacuate cautiously, under the watchful eye of their eyes.
The air in the room was like a tight string.
The arrow is on the bow, but it has to be sent.
It's cold, like the peace of the underworld.
Liu Yang listened to the low roar that was getting closer and closer outside, as if someone was holding a knife to cut its nerves one by one.
I wanted to scream out, but someone covered his mouth with a cloth.
Not even the last voice of a person can be left in this world.
Liu Yang was anxious and irritable, but he looked left and right, and there was nothing around him that could be used.
There are only eight carrion corpses that can be used to scare people, but can these things be used to scare them?
This question, don't say that Liu Yang doesn't believe it, even if you ask a three-year-old child.
Can something that doesn't move beat something that moves?
On this side, Liu Yang is still thinking of a way.
On the other side, the group of monsters outside had gradually come to his door.
On the window is a miserable figure.
Liu Yang couldn't care about the fear in his heart.
The grandson leaned over to the top, hoping to find something useful in their room.
After all, the old man put them here and put them in this way, so there must be a purpose for it.
Liu Yang searched for them.
But their clothes had long since turned to ashes.
I don't even have a single hair on my body, so how can I find information that can be used?
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The group of monsters outside slammed on the door, and the door frame trembled like a dying old man.
The ash on top fell like its life.
Liu Yang was in a hurry, so he simply kicked the corpse to the door with his foot.
Hope you can block it.
Until he kicked the sixth corpse.
He saw small words carved with a needle and thread on it.
And the body was sewn together with needle and thread.
"Believe it or not."
"You just need to drip a drop of your blood on it."
"And you'll get a whole new power."
"He can get you where you want to go."
"Even Hades.
Ghost Road. ” Liu Yang didn't know who embroidered the word It's an old man, or someone else.
What is the purpose of his show on this word?
If it was an old man, then who did he leave these corpses here?
It's me, and it's someone else.
Liu Yang passed quickly in his mind, because time could no longer make him think.
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Door.
Broken.
Groups of blood-drenched monsters with severed limbs were as if they had seen bright red blood.
The body of the dead slowed down became aggressive.
Suddenly, a fanged blood giant baby, with a cyan face and a frightened face, and a big mouth of angry blood, bit towards Liu Yang.
"It's up to you" Syllable.
Liu Yang dripped the blood from his fingers into the mouth of the sixth carrion.
On the other side, the old man was jumping on top of the tall buildings in the afterglow of the setting sun.
He noticed that someone was following him.
Turn your head.
Looking at you.
That's when you see him clearly.
It's a human cat's head staring at you.
Laughed.
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