It was a dark night, silent and eerie, the wind in the forest was howling coldly, and from time to time you could hear the rustling of leaves in the wind. It was already midnight. A bolt of lightning pierced the entire sky, and the lightning seemed like a golden thread.

Split the dark sky in half. Under its light, you can vaguely see two children standing in front of a grave.

Yang Cang threw a wooden board to Yingmeng and told him to dig it up. Yingmeng frowned, "Isn't this bad?"

Yang Cang: "Dig it up. There is the truth you want to know inside. You've come here, do you want to take nothing?"

This is the first time Yingmeng has seen Yang Cang like this. It is not like the usual idleness, nor is it the society when acting. It is difficult for Yingmeng to describe Yang Cang's current image. If Yingmeng must use one word to describe it, Yingmeng would

Talk about crazy, crazy at all costs in order to pursue your obsession.

After Ying Meng opened the coffin, Yang Cang picked up a small insect on the corpse. He brought it to his nose with an almost obsessed expression and sniffed it. "This is the larvae of a blowfly. There are corpses within a few hours after death.

Blow flies will lay 300 eggs on the corpse. The larvae will appear one day later. After 13 and a half hours, they will shed their skin and enter the next stage. After another 11 hours, they will shed their skin again. After another 65 hours

It will pupate. After 71 and a half hours, it will emerge from the pupa and turn into a fly. Tell me how long this body has been dead."

Yingmeng was first frightened by Yang Cang's morbid tone. A slight breeze seemed to smell the smell of blood, and a chill penetrated his body and penetrated into his bones, as if the chill that had been imprisoned for thousands of years was suddenly released.

It makes people tremble for a moment when the brain cannot think. Then a strange excitement climbs up from the spine. The chill is dispelled in an instant, and a current passes through the brain, burning away the fear like a fire. Looking at the small face in front of

The larvae, as well as the scrap of skin on the corpse, "were very fresh within three days."

Yang Cang picked up a dagger and was about to do it, when he suddenly saw Yingmeng who was looking at the insect skin in a daze. The corners of his mouth were raised, and the gloomy environment of the graveyard made it look extremely scary. He handed the knife in his hand to the unsuspecting Yingmeng.

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"Come and cut him open."

Yingmeng was startled and quickly shook her head.

Yang Cang: "Are you afraid?"

Ying Meng: "It's not that I'm afraid. I just think it's not good. You dug someone's grave and you still..."

Yang Cang laughed loudly: "Three days ago, his soul reported to the underworld and the ghost world. It is just a waste product. We dug it up and called it waste recycling. Why is it bad?" Then he said bewitchingly. "Be good,

Go and open him. You have made it this far, do you want to miss the truth? Remember what I taught you? Either don't do it, or you will never do it."

As he said that, he held Ying Meng's hand and slowly approached the head of the corpse. Yes, what are you afraid of? You didn't do anything too bad. It was just recycling waste. The truth is right in front of you. Why not take a look?

?Having come this far, wouldn’t it be a pity not to watch? With this thought in mind, Yingmeng resisted symbolically and devoted himself to the journey of finding the truth, but he didn’t know that this move completely opened up Pandora’s magic.

box.

With one cut, dark and cold blood flowed out from the rotting corpse, like the thick night, winding and covering the surrounding air. At this moment, the world was asleep, except for the gentle breeze blowing, and the occasional crow's cry.

There were screams, and no one in the deserted forest knew what was happening.

Yang Cang took Yingmeng and cut open his head, pointed at the red mud inside, and smiled sickly: "Look, that's the truth." Yingmeng stretched out his hand and pinched a little, looking at the brain to remove Yingmeng's head.

Slowly dripping from his fingertips, Yang Cang smiled even more crazily. "You can't see it when you take it. You have to solidify it first." After saying that, he took out a porcelain bottle. Yingmeng reacted instantly. Yang Cang didn't stop her because he wanted to do it deliberately.

Seeing that she was making a fool of herself, she looked back and smiled like Yang Cang. Yang Cang reacted instantly. Just as he was about to escape, he was stopped by two strands of Yin Qi that Yingmeng hit. Yingmeng held his hand with a bloodless hand.

He took the porcelain bottle on the table and wiped his brain-stained hands on his clothes little by little. He patted his face to relieve the yin energy, then turned around and introduced the medicine in the porcelain bottle into his brain. Usually Yang Cang would have been there for a long time.

He started to curse. But now he picked up two pieces of rotten flesh and threw them towards Yingmeng with a smile. Yingmeng blocked them with resentment, picked up a few corpse bugs and threw them back. The originally gloomy and terrifying atmosphere was instantly enhanced by the zombie battle.
Chapter completed!