"What's that?"

The man looked disbelief and took several steps back. He had never seen such a strange situation, which made his whole heart almost pop out.

The client didn't know what it was, but his long-term keen sixth sense told him that it was definitely not something that could make people feel happy. He almost didn't hesitate anymore. Without waiting for the man next to him to be too shocked, he was already holding a gun in his hand, connecting to the black mud on the ground. No, the head of the corpse was quickly shot.

Decisive, ruthless, without hesitation.

It was not until he finished shooting the magazine that he reached out and changed it, continuing to load it, aiming the muzzle at the head of the corpse.

This time, he did not rush to continue shooting, but focused all his attention and stared at the corpse. Generally speaking, if he was hit by more than a dozen bullets, his entire head should be ruined. What he had in his hand was not the small-power gun used by the police, but the military-level gun.

It is true that there are more than a dozen blood holes on the head of the corpse, and it is no problem to say that it is rotten.

But...but that's it?

The blood flowed out of the blood hole in less than a few seconds and was replaced by dark black mud. The sticky black mud came out of the blood hole and covered the original blood. Then, it quickly shrank back in the eyes of the client and the other two trembling men.

"Oh my God!"

The man covered his throat and growled so weakly. His eyes were covered with bloodshot caused by fear, and the frequency of shaking of his legs rose sharply.

Everything that happened in front of him was beyond his common sense. He had never seen such things in his brain, so he could not accept similar facts and had self-doubt.

Such a thing... can only be described as a miracle.

After the sticky black mud was retracted, the skin was as smooth as before, without any sign of injury, as if it had not been hit by a bullet, everything was just their hallucinations.

This is not a miracle, so how should we describe it?

It is challenging their common sense and worldview!

Only the client's reaction was enough to be quick, but unfortunately his reaction was no longer important at this time. He realized that even a magazine could not kill anyone after being shot, so it would not be of any effect if another magazine was used.

What he was thinking of was to retreat.

Leave, leave here.

The vigilance of his brain and the constant palpitations made him come to such a conclusion, which is not a shame for his career. Those who do careers like him want to live for a long time are the most basic abilities to judge the situation.

Taking a step forward, his plan to evacuate came to an abrupt end.

The corpse is alive?

What's going on when you're alive?

Yes, the corpse was alive. As the name suggests, a corpse that was originally lying on the ground moved, like a tumbler. The corpse that fell on the ground suddenly rose up hard and stood up suddenly.

This scene was no less than the previous situation. The two fishermen were completely stunned. Although they did not scream like women, they felt their knees weak and their teeth were trembling. They were corpse collectors, and they had been doing such a job for more than ten years. How could they not know what a corpse is and what a corpse should look like?

When they opened the box, they saw clearly that it was a corpse that had been dead for more than ten hours, with many fractures on its body and even its cervical vertebrae. Such a corpse could not even turn into a living dead, because he could not stand up at all.

But the situation that happened in front of them was insulting their common sense, bullying their worldview, and causing their psychological collapse.

"Run, run..."

The man made such deflated words with difficulty. He didn't even want to care whether his subordinates understood what he said, nor did he care about the tens of thousands of yuan of rewards. He just wanted to run away, the farther away from here, the better.

At the same time, all three people present had similar ideas.

As soon as the word "run" was turned and the two fishermen turned around and ran away, but the client next to him lowered his body.

The straightened corpse slowly opened its eyes, and its brown and black eyes reflected the dim lights in the hut. Almost the moment he opened his eyes, the hair behind the client was almost blown up.

How could an ordinary person who licks blood at the tip of a knife and muzzle be comparable to the sensitivity of danger? When the eyes of the corpse were opened, the client exploded in the cold hair and subconsciously lowered his body. He felt vaguely that in the gloomy and mysterious darkness, an inhuman alien seemed to be crawling behind the corpse, focusing his attention on the three of them.

No, that is definitely not a trick to resurrect the corpse...that is not him himself!

Some aliens... were "resurrected" with the help of that corpse.

Move, he must move and must leave immediately!

But somehow, when the client met the eyes of the corpse, his body's instinct frantically warned him that the adrenaline was secreted and his heart was beating violently, but his mental activity still could not make him move.

He was as if he was frozen by Binghan. He held the finger of the trigger and his muzzle was still aimed at the corpse. He could not pull the trigger no matter what. He could not perform such a simple action.

"Click!"

As the indoor light suddenly dimmed, the brittle sound of bone fractures was emitted almost at the same time.

When the lights recover in the next second, the client saw the two escaped corpse collectors. They had arrived at the door and could leave the container-constructed hut as long as they opened the door.

But now, they opened their mouths wide, just like fish that were floating on the water before the rainstorm came, trying hard to breathe fresh oxygen, but due to their own reasons, the struggle of hard work did not bring hope of survival, but continued to spit out bleeding foam.

They weighed at least 90 kilograms, and the two of them weighed more than 180 kilograms in total. At this time, they were lifted in mid-air, close to the dim light bulb, and close to the top of the container.

The corpse spread his hands and grabbed the two of them's necks. After using this as a support point, he lifted them up in the air. The neck part had obviously twisted and deformed, and such injuries were completely unnecessary to save them.

The two corpse collectors had blood foam in their mouths, which was the blood from the twisted trachea, and their lives quickly passed away.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!