Here Lies The Wicked

In the fog of obscurity,

Right after the man cut himself out of his waist and cut himself in two,

Again with the knife up and down,

Stopping a struggling man from cutting off his waist as well, he put his upper body on top of each other's lower body.

“That's a hassle... I have to change my lower body every other day...”

“My body is too toxic... even the lower body cell activity and the residual essence of life caused by the night trip cannot withstand my body's severe poison invasion...”

In the fog, a middle-aged man whispered.

Seeing the original lower body cut off by the man's waist, when he detached from his upper body, the blink quickly withered, sores, pus, especially the lower back wound, and even more poisonous black smoke with a raging smell.

And the man on the ground, whose waist had been cut off, had not died immediately, and was still struggling with pain and anger on the ground, and a curse was uttered.

Boom!

At this point, there was a dry corpse that seemed to be attracted to the sound of this place, falling from the sky, firing a lot of rocks in place.

The man, who was still struggling with pain and anger, was killed on the spot.

It crashed into the blessing.

……

At this time, far from the other place, in the ruins of a fallen palace, Fang carefully hid in the dark and did not move slightly.

I saw his eyes and stared at the fog not far away.

There was a strong bloody smell, and Fang saw how the old man had killed himself wildly.

He also witnessed that he could not look directly into the stomach of soy sauce for the rest of his life...

What a goddamn pork butter mix.

Fang felt that his stomach was starting to fall again, and he had a nauseous convulsion.

And just as Fang Zheng's stomach was falling over the river, he heard a puff, the talking old man's head, was smashed from the sky dry corpse, heavily smashed open.

Boo!

Because of the enormous pressure, one of the eyeballs, with nerves and a small piece of flesh tissue, flew far away and glued to a broken wall just where the square was hiding.

One time, three eyes opposite.

Just as Fang was about to decide, take something to poke the eye ball off the wall and poke it into the corner. Although he used to be a corpse, it doesn't mean he can sleep with the corpse in cold blood, or with an eye for a few hours without blinking, however, at this time!

Like a bunch of eyes glued to the wall, suddenly blinking without warning.

Square: “…”

Prepare to grab a strip, poke out the square of your eye, and look on your face.

Hands don't have to be beaten.

What the hell was that? Wasn't that an illusion? I think I saw my eyeballs flashing. Square eyebrows slightly wrinkled. When he held the branches and gently poked the eyeballs that poked against the wall, the eyeballs actually flashed again.

It's like falling into an eyelash and being irritated so that you can't help but blink.

Fang curious and flirting poked that eye again.

Eyes keep winking.

Fang is looking at the bottom of his heart.

As the world is no longer calm, the world is becoming more and more strange. What strange, immortal, and ghostly have all emerged.

He seemed to see an unexpected scene and was suddenly shocked when he was flirting with the eyeballs on the wall.

Those dry bodies on the outside, they're gone.

At the moment when he was flirting with his eyeballs, it was right under his eyelids, and somehow it disappeared.

“Is it true that all these dry bodies are resurrected? ”

“All by themselves? ”

The square head is slightly heavy.

That's not good news.

In fact, Fang had discovered that these dry bodies were unusual, and whenever there was a voice, they would descend from the sky and attack people.

When he flew out of the ruins, quickly, he saw with his own eyes that two people had been killed by dry bodies in the sky.

It was one by one, smashing people alive.

That's why he's hiding here. He hasn't made a move yet.

However, those dry corpses will be resurrected and will disappear in situ. This is the first time Fang has seen it. It is necessary for him to have an uncertain feeling. He is again worried about the situation at Dragon Springs and the safety of the goats.

……

Just as Fang Zheng's heart was heavy, carefully cautioned that the dry bodies would not find his hiding place, suddenly, he gazed at the tissue around his eyes, which had not been moving on the wall, and began to creep, actually creeping outside of his hiding place.

Pfft!

It's like patting a fly, and the branches in your hand grab the tissue around that eye to prevent it from escaping. At this time, Fang also noticed the disturbance outside!

Outside, the old man's head burst into the flesh around him, like he was alive, and he started to creep like an eye.

A piece of bone!

A piece of meat!

A piece of yellow, yellow, green, and brainy with nerves attached!

It actually started to combine and heal itself, and this growth process grew quickly, only for a few blinks, and it actually reappeared a whole head.

Then his head grunted and rolled over to the body… the old man, who had grown his head again, was resurrected and slowly stood up with his back to him.

In this scene, the eye tissue can also be forked with branches, and for the first time, the direction of such an incredible scenario can be seen slightly.

A corpse?

If you can't kill a ghost, that's the only word you can think of.

At first glance, the old man knew that he was definitely not a normal living person.

……

At this point, the old man with the right back, like looking for something, pressed his palms against his face a few times, then looked around and finally turned around and looked straight in the right direction.

That's an old face.

The eyes of the left orbit are missing and the next line of blood, like a chimpanzee red blood tear, is flowing.

And there's a tentacle-like granulation in the orbit, reaching out, twisting in the air, looking for, like, the lost eye.

“Young man, there's an idiom called gold-picking. ”

The old man opened his left eye with tears of blood, with a hypocrisy and a funny smile on his face. In this situation, there are some people.

Square: “…”

What a bloody gold-picker.

It turns out the gold-picking idiom can still be used like this... You found one of my human organs, please, the gold-picking is unambiguous, thank you.

This is the weird feeling right now.

There is no fear of the elderly.

No fear in both eyes.

“You said you dropped an eye, I got a golden eye, a silver eye, the most common iron eye, what kind of eye did you drop?” Fang Zheng actually replied seriously to the old man's words.

Old man: "…”