With his girlfriend, he avoided the smiley faces of the human waiter who were so sweet that he almost wanted to vomit. Both corpses turned into the bathroom from the makeup counter, walked out of the side passage, and crawled into a small door covered by many empty cartons and debris.

The last time I came to this mall, Fu Min found that there was an entrance to the underground.

This is not surprising. Just like some people who like to hike through unmanned lands, think that their courage and courage are reliable, frequently post selfies on their circle of friends and pinch their thumbs with their hands, but they always need hundreds or thousands of people to go out to find a rescue after encountering danger... There are similar situations in the evil corpses, and Fu Min likes to find various hidden places. Because it knows that some treasures may be found in those places.

For example, a few bottles of good wine from the vintage, some of human favorite canned foods, oil paintings, jewelry, books, crafts, etc.

All of these are relics of civilization.

The evil corpse is very interested in this type of thing, especially the best products, which can be sold at a very high price in the evil corpse market.

Fu Min once found a suitcase full of aged "Jian Nanchun". There were six bottles of wine in it, which were indeed sold for a good price, as many as hundreds of gold blood coins.

After watching too many island country action movies, Fu Min felt that doing that kind of thing in the wild was very exciting. Especially in the mall, there was a crowded area above his head, and only through a layer of cement floor, he had a warm communication with his girlfriend below. There was nothing more exciting than this.

The two evil corpses took off their clothes in the dark environment. Their vertical pupils can see the surrounding scenery in the dark, and the light is not very important to them. Fu Min hugged his girlfriend's shoulder with both hands and kept licking his neck with his tongue. Under the smooth skin, blood vessels can be felt. The female evil corpses became interested in being teased by Fu Min and kept moaning with excitement and pleasure, but because the structure of the vocal cords is relatively special, the sound is a bit hoarse, just like a toad that is hiccupped by the food in the stomach after eating too much grasshopper.

This feels good.

It's really exciting!

Fu Min felt that his girlfriend was very strong, and maybe her strength was greater than that of himself. The strong muscles surrendered to him, making all the sharp fangs that all humans feared became very beautiful in Fu Min's eyes, and it was even the best interpretation of the word "sexuality".

Be more rough!

Use force!

If you dare to treat me gently, I will chew off your genitals and eat 1 egg and 1 egg below you.

This is the love logic of the ferocious corpse, cruel, barbaric, crazy, biting each other in extremes and fanaticism, and releasing passion in appetite.

A slight touch came from the tip of the tongue.

It was the blood vessels on my girlfriend's neck. Through the skin, Fu Min could clearly feel the liquid flowing inside. The sweat that penetrated from my girlfriend's skin was bitter and salty, and greasy. Fu Min liked this smell very much. It almost greedily licked all the sweat into her mouth, and the urge to bite her girlfriend's skin and suck blood in her mind.

Of course, it is just a fantasy that cannot become a reality.

If you like to drink blood, just grab a human waiter in the mall outside and chew off your neck. The rulers of the evil corpse have issued a law: It is strictly forbidden to prey on each other between the same tribes. Our number is very small, and all evil corpses must be united and friendly.

Humans are our food.

A strange touch came from under my feet.

It's like stepping into the water barefoot, the coldness is transmitted directly to the brain through the skin.

Fu Min didn't care about this, intimacy was to take off her clothes and not worrying enough to make both parties more involved. The evil corpse had a vague concept of cleaning. There was water in the basement, and it was not worth making a fuss about accidentally stepping on a little in the dark.

My girlfriend was pushed to the ground, and Fu Min hugged her hands around her body and kept rolling. During the kiss, the two evil corpses completed the initial process of close communication between the body organs. It was like a drill bit inserted into the corresponding hole and pushed in a fixed spiral direction.

My body feels more cold.

Fu Min, who was busy dealing with his girlfriend, was cursing himself: There was too much water in this basement. Damn, it made me wet and it was very uncomfortable to do things.

This thought came into my mind and instantly turned into extremely tragic pain.

Fu Min felt that his body was being torn apart. It was an indescribable force that was transmitted directly from the surface of the skin. It was like many hands clenching your body, tearing off the skin in the most savage way, and there were muscle fibers. The attack was not just a part of the body, but the whole body, from shoulders to ankles, from abdomen to buttocks, and even the most critical part of being a male cannot escape.

A powerful force wrapped Fu Min tightly with its girlfriend.

That was the power from the back. Fu Min had never felt this way. He felt like a rice dumpling in the process of making, wrapped tightly, and couldn't even penetrate the air. His face was close to his face, and Fu Min saw that his girlfriend's beautiful vertical pupils were releasing fear and indescribable horror.

There is no need to kiss it anymore. The lips of the two evil corpses were pressed together, but fortunately their fangs intertwined each other and there was no head-on collision. The hard object squeezed the soft lips, and the skin was broken, but the pain was not as strong as the back and body. Fu Min felt that there was a creature peeling off his skin, which was very real.

It could not even scream, and so was its girlfriend. Fu Min believed that her girlfriend was suffering the same bad luck as herself. Because it saw blood, it was a bright red liquid splashing out from her girlfriend's neck and splashing from her back. Although it was in the dark, the damn visual effect was still so good.

Her muscles were torn apart, and the murderer was a light gray mucus.

If it weren't for getting close, Fu Min wouldn't have seen the details, and would even think that it was part of his girlfriend's skin.

The gray mucus flows, as if it has an independent thinking. It goes up along its girlfriend's shoulders, part of it tearing its skin into its muscles, and the other part continues to go up along its neck, wrapping its head, passing through its ears, stretching forward from the back of its head, covering both cheeks.

This process is so terrible as if a pair of hands are opened from behind your head, and tightly wrapping your head when you can't move or resist. Your fingers even drill into your nostrils, into your eyes, through the corners of your mouth and tongue, and into your esophagus.

Fu Min saw his girlfriend's eyeballs being squeezed out of her eye sockets, making a crisp "pop" sound. The balloon was actually like this, but the sound was louder and louder than this one.

The air was filled with the smell of blood. Tasting the blood in his girlfriend's body has always been Fu Min's dream. But now, it no longer has this idea in its mind. Fu Min knew very well that his girlfriend was dead, and that strange gray mucus killed it and was still devouring its body.

Oh my God! Where is this place?

Fu Min felt the gray mucus turning his attention to him.

It's not full yet.

Maybe, it can never be full.

don't want!

Save me!

No matter who it is, please save me!

Fu Min's throat was filled with gray mucus, which could not even be emitted by a single syllable. His belly was heavy, just like a pregnant woman who was about to give birth for ten months. The terrible heaviness also meant that the death gray mucus tear the hole directly on Fu Min's body, and more of their companions rushed in like a flood. It was like stabbing someone's belly with a knife and pouring a large ball of stirring cement in.

The strong desire to survive continued to fade with time, and the consciousness in the brain became numb. Fu Min felt that this grey mucus was reading his thoughts and having the most intimate communication with brain cells.

"Please, don't kill me."

Fu Min almost instinctively issued a plea consciousness.

The rate of invasion of gray mucus was significantly reduced, and even stopped.

This seems not a good thing. Because Fu Min felt the mockery that the other party was releasing.

"Why can't you eat?"

The gray mucus does not use the word "kill", but directly uses the concept of "eat". The mockery consciousness from its thinking communication is so clear, full of contempt, and unquestionable majesty.

The sadness and despair enveloped Fu Min: "I...I don't know you! I did nothing, why did you... do this to me?"

"Nothing was done?"

The gray mucus-emitting consciousness of communication was filled with a crazy laugh: "Don't think I don't know anything. I saw everything in your mind. You have eaten humans, and there is more than one. Your favorite food is human sausage, and you also like the meat sauce made of living livers (refer to pork liver sauce in Western food for details). Hahahaha... I have to talk to me about this topic and show my innocent appearance... It's really funny."

Eat people?

The other party's reaction surprised Fu Min, who was dying, very much.

It never thinks that eating people is a sin.

They are my food!

I...I...Is it a mistake for me to eat the meat from humans?

If I don’t eat people, what can I eat?

Can't you starve to death?

Do I want to be the food in other people's mouths now?

The heavy body made Fu Min unable to think normally, and there was actually no need to do so. Fu Min felt that he was melting, and the gray mucus that penetrated his muscles along the torn skin was highly corrosive. That should be the method of dissolving himself and then sucking.

The last consciousness remaining in Fu Min's mind is a problem.

"Who are you?"

Even though there was no need to answer questions from the food, the gray slime paused again.

It is a civilized etiquette to satisfy the deceased's last wish.

"My name is Liu Tianming."
Chapter completed!