Here Lies The Wicked

Ruined world, silent.

Running past a crumbling palace, the Jongville, and stepping at the foot of a rubble rock, this empty rubble makes it all the clearer.

Plus the year-round fog, it's all the more glamorous and desolate.

At this time, there is an elderly figure, just passing through a broken wall, suddenly, there is exhaling air pressure on the ear, not waiting for its head to rise, bang!

Only the old man's body was shattered. He was hit by a black dry corpse dried from the wind. Perhaps the force from the sky was too great. He broke the old man's neck directly, presenting a twisting angle that the normal man could not appear.

Click, click...

But what is even weirder is that the old man's neck spins a circle and then returns to its normal position.

At first glance, it is no different from ordinary people.

At this point, this person finally looks up to the sky... and it turns out, bang!

Another wind-dried black skin dry body struck the old man again.

This time, because of the position of looking up at his head, he was not so lucky. He was directly hit by a mask, his sternum was broken, his chest dried up like a leaky skin ball, his broken ribs pierced the skin of his chest, and his blood was exposed to the air.

The old man, who was crushed in the rubble, pulled open a dry corpse pressed against him.

Then he stood up dusty, and he shook off his body and some rubble and dust on his messy hair.

Tick, tick...

Blood pierced the broken ribs of the chest and a drop of blood dripped down the ground along the sharp bone, quickly forming a large trace of blood.

But the elderly did not ignore the wounds on their chest, it seemed to ignore them, and such a severe injury, already the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys have been crushed, to be a normal person, long ago is a cold and permeable corpse that can no longer die.

Except the old man, who broke his neck.

And the sternum was all broken.

But they're all like nothing. They're still alive.

Deep down, you can't help but numb your scalp.

When the elderly got back on their feet, they began to measure the two dry bodies on the ground, both of which were wind-dried corpses, deep recesses in the eye sockets, dry and shriveled cheek muscles, revealing two rows of yellow teeth.

These are two dry corpses, one male and one female, all dressed a century ago, only to die in the blessing for at least a century.

Their faces were filled with bitter, frightened and resentful expressions. It seemed that something terrible had happened to them before they died, and their mouths were wide open before they died, as if they were shouting in horror and despair.

The old man was curious to reach out and poke in front of the dry corpse's chest. The dry corpse appeared to have a layer of grease on its surface, and the old man rubbed his lower fingertips, which was indeed greasy.

These greases are black, and they seem to be explaining why the skin on the surface of these dry corpses in front of them is black, and when you look closer, you see that it's a bright, oily, black color.

The old man squatted to study two dry bodies on the ground.

He sprayed his forefingers with corpse oil.

Then suck your index finger into your mouth.

Then smash it again, smash it a few times in the mouth, it seems to be smelling.

The old man still had a creepy smell and nodded, his voice hissing like two rough barks rubbing low and hard to hear: “I miss my childhood memory so much...”

“This is the taste of pork butter mixed with soy sauce from childhood...”

This is a disgusting and creepy scene, and it happens to an old man absurdly.

Just as the old man was squatting on the floor, studying the taste of pork oil mixed with soy sauce rice, whoo!

Another wind coming from the top of your head.

Without waiting to react, a dry corpse over his head carried the sound of a breaking wind of speed and hit the old man again.

This time because it's a squatting relationship, click!

The spine of the elderly was directly smashed into two pieces, the bloody vertebrae and a lot of splattered blood, instantly staining the entire lower body of the elderly.

The old man stood up.

Look up at the sky.

Except for the fog above the head, it's still foggy and you can't see anything.

Instead, he was unable to stand upright and his body was short by a bare knot because of a fractured vertebrae, which pierced the flesh and revealed a part of his body.

“Who's throwing bodies around? ”

The old man's hoarseness still stings like two rough bark frictions.

Boom!

Seems in response, there are also double dried corpses in the sky with a taste of pork butter mixed with soy sauce that hit the elderly, which is a self-infused dried corpse.

“Was there a ghost after me? ”

Boom!

He was responded to by a fifth body hitting him.

“Looks like a ghost is really after me... a ghost player? ”

“Hey, haha, funny, funny...” The old man gave a horrible, exaggerated laugh.

Smiling, the old man suddenly lifted his arms and simply snapped his neck, puffing through, his head grunting like a leather ball rolled to the side of a dry corpse, facing the dry cheek of the dry corpse, eyes opposite.

And the body with the missing head, bleeding out in place, bang!

He fell straight down and became one of the bodies in the ground.

……

One minute.

Two minutes.

Time passes slowly, every minute of it, surrounded by mist, silent death, no sound.

Nodak's mountain breaks are so lonely that there is not even a slight mountain breeze.

Except for the strong, bloody flavors that have been floundering in place.

In the meantime, no more dry bodies fell from the sky.

Seven or eight minutes later, on a rubble that was empty and quiet and extraordinarily quiet, an old man's voice sounded loud: “Am I supposed to be dead? ”

“Sure... when I kill myself and become a dead person, it's useless to scream and catch ghosts...”

Boom!

Just as the old man's voice fell, another dry body fell from the sky.

Pfft!

This time, the dried corpse directly smashed the old man's head in the rubble, bursting like a watermelon and splashing his flesh.

The old voice stopped.

……

At the same time, on the other side of the ruins.

There was a figure who was walking carefully in the ruins, holding his breath, seemed to be cautioning against the presence of some great terror in the fog. Suddenly, he saw a faint bright light coming through the fog not far away.

The person's body, slightly beating in place, seemed to be thinking, and then moving on, touching the direction of the bright light.

But when he cautiously circled around a large circle, lurking from behind to a bright spot, he found the bright light suddenly disappeared without signs.

This shock will make him retreat immediately.

But he hasn't quit a few steps yet: "You're dead! ”

A roar followed by a battle sound, the sound stopped shortly after, in the hazy fog, can only be seen, there is a male figure, one knife cut himself into two pieces.