Here Lies The Wicked

Face the sight of a few people.

The old man, known as Mr. Yu, did not speak immediately, but rather smelled the dirt in front of his nose with his very strange palms on the ground.

Looking at the strange behavior of Mr. Yu, none of the three remaining people in the room suddenly interrupted.

All three are waiting in silence.

Though they all come from within the system.

But Mr. Yu is more knowledgeable in professional terms than they are, and their perceptions in this regard still have something in common.

He grabbed the dirt in his hand and smelled it for a while. Mr. Yu only said with a sigh of Xiangyin: “There are many bodies buried underground. It seems to be ancient times. The guests have died visitors to other towns and local residents. ”

Finally, when Mr. Yu spoke, one of them couldn't wait to say, “There are bodies buried underground, can Mr. Yu smell them? ”

“This is amazing! ”

In the face of some questioning voices, perhaps because of the young people's lack of impulse and struggle to win, Mr. Yu is not angry, just smiling gently: “Have you forgotten what craft we old Yu family have been eating for generations? We backpackers deal with corpses every day, and the unique smell of corpses doesn't escape our backpackers' noses, which is the most basic skill of backpackers. ”

“There were several bodies buried underground, how many meters deep they were buried, and all I had to do was grab a handful of dirt to smell them. ”

After listening to Mr. Yu, several people showed admiration.

“So what Mr. Yu saw was that the weird thing that happened to us this time was related to the bodies underground? ”

“If there really is a body in the basement pretending to be a ghost, dig it up, frustrate the ashes, and avenge the soldiers who died! ”

“The impulse can't solve the problem, it's just a mess. Let's hear what Mr. Yu wants us to do first! ”

After several people argued, they all looked at Mr. Yu.

Looking at the people in front of him, Mr. Yu nodded and said: “When there is time, I will pass on some of our carcasses' skills to you. Now the world is becoming more and more calm, and then the broom is self-cherished, and the snow in front of the door has been swept too far. ”

“But before we pass on your hands, let's solve the dilemma before we go out safely. ”

Mr. Yu said, as he threw the dirt in his hand, he clapped the dirt on his palm and stood up.

“You stay here and stand by. I'll go ahead and see if I can find a way out. ”

At this time, the other three people also stood up. They wanted to travel with Mr. Yu. There was a lot of safety and security. Some people were not comfortable with Mr. Yu exploring the road alone.

I don't know, Mr. Yu didn't let anyone else follow him. Sometimes it doesn't necessarily have to be a good thing to have more people.

So the convoy waited quietly for the results.

Mr. Yu's visit soon disappeared after the rough mountain road bend.

Only no one thought, Mr. Yu went there, but half an hour later, a dead man came back with blood on his back.

Even Mr. Yu's arm is missing!

Although Mr. Yu often backs the corpse in his early years and makes frequent contact with the corpse, which leads to brazen qi, corpse qi, yin qi into the body, his body is fine and his back is also a camel, but the speed at which he runs behind a dead person is not inflexible at all.

Watching Mr. Yu come back seriously injured, especially without one arm, the three people in the jeep were surprised first, then rushed to the front to hold on to Mr. Yu, who was covered in blood.

What the hell is going on?

What kind of danger is Mr. Yu in front of us?

“Mr. Yu, this is...”

Before I finish, Mr. Yu, whose face was very white due to too much blood loss, hastened: “I'm fine, don't worry about me, this arm is just a small price to pay for digging up the dead man on my back! Don't ask yet. Quick, turn the car around. Get out of here. ”

At this point, it's hard to say: "But these transporters can't turn around...”

Mr. Yu has run to the Jeep with the dead behind his back: “We don't even care about transport cars. If we don't run, we can't really run away. These transport cars are abandoned. Let the soldiers of ordinary people get on the Jeep and go. We protect these soldiers of ordinary people only to leave! ”

“A minimum of 20 miles of mountain roads is a temporary safety! ”

At the urging of Mr. Yu, the convoy immediately evacuated, but everyone's mind pressed a question.

They obviously have tried several times just now. Whether they go forward or back, they can't get out of the car. Why did Mr. Yu come back and let them go back?

Don't wait for them to think too much, suddenly!

More and more snowflakes are falling in the sky.

It is obviously the summer rainy season.

Turns out those snowflakes are dandelion seeds.

At this time, everyone was retreating, and the jeep couldn't get off all the soldiers, so the people who were supposed to be in the jeep, carrying several people each, walking like a flying car, easily caught up with the speed of the car.

These people are awake strangers.

The four people in the original car, only seriously injured Mr. Yu, were arranged to stay in the jeep. On the way, Mr. Yu kept carrying the dead man on his back, making strange syllables in his mouth, like the rhythmic rubbing of his teeth in the rubbing, actually like the dead man grunting, grunting to communicate.

Mr. Yu was communicating with the dead and guiding the way.

Strange things happen.

This time they retreated, but they never encountered anything like an infinite circle of strange doors. An hour later, Mr. Yu, who had been communicating with the dead man with his teeth, stopped everyone, and they were safe for now.

After a nervous escape, everyone relaxed. At this time, there were many people in their hearts who had no doubt. They all began to wonder what exactly happened to Mr. Yu, how he was seriously injured and returned a dead man.

What exactly did Mr. Yu encounter up front?

And what's the story of the dead man that could get us out of trouble?

At this time, everyone relaxed, this is the time to seriously measure the dead Mr. Yu back.

The dead, like the two soldiers who died, were all dehydrated and dried corpses of divine pain.

I don't know where Mr. Yu dug up the dead. The clothes are already rotten.

“This is not a dead man. This man is just like us. He was in the same situation as us. He died with a turtle breath. He escaped a heist in a series of shocks. He has been trapped in the mountains. So far, I fed him an arm before I carried him out! ”

“With an arm I fed, it helped this senior recover a little blood, which led us to escape! ”

Mr. Yu explained the beginning of the dead.

This dead man has been around for at least a few hundred years.