"Yes! We still don't know where the old bandits have gone. We need to find the old bandits first." Fatty seemed worried about the hell-like scene in front of him. Seeing Zhang Meng's suggestion to find Zhao San and Qingzhi first, he quickly nodded in agreement. : "And this place is very weird, I think it's better to leave first!"

"Um."

Xiao seemed to have no longer wanted to stay here. Now that he heard that Zhang Meng and Fatty agreed to leave, he hurriedly walked in front of the two of them, seemingly guiding their direction unintentionally.

Zhang Meng and Fatty didn't notice this subtle move, but hurriedly followed Xiaolou.

Although everyone decided to find Zhao San first, Zhang Meng and Fatty did not rush to shout, and everyone walked carefully through the corridor.

I don’t know if they were walking too fast and brought up a gust of wind on the ground, or for other reasons. In short, the candlelight on both sides suddenly started to shake. As the candlelight shook, those who were sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform in the tomb passage The shadows cast by the corpses of men and women were also constantly shaking.

"This..." Zhang Meng was the first to notice the abnormality and quickly grabbed the fat man's sleeves to remind him.

The fat man glanced with a dark face, and the timidity that had just disappeared suddenly filled his heart again, and he kept mumbling to himself: "Resurrected, really resurrected!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhang Meng scolded in a low voice.

"Who is talking nonsense!" The fat man stretched his neck and shouted: "Think about it for yourself, why are the shadows of these corpses shaking? Are they all resurrected?"

"I just felt the wind on my back. It must have blown the candlelight, causing the shadows of these dead bodies to sway." Zhang Meng continued.

"It's good that it's not resurrected." The fat man stroked his chest and rolled his eyes for a moment: "Hey, no, since you know it was the wind, why did you stop me?"

"I'm not doubting the resurrection of these corpses, I'm saying, have you noticed that the wind behind us is a little strange?" After Zhang Meng asked, he glanced around nervously.

"If you don't tell me, I haven't felt it yet." The fat man seemed to be very cooperative with Zhang Meng. After Zhang Meng finished speaking, he tremblingly touched his shoulders: "The wind is very cold!"

"Yes." Seeing that the fat man had hit the point, Zhang Meng said quickly: "That's why, think about it, the air in this cave has not flowed for a long time, how could our footsteps bring out such a cold wind? ?This is not a normal wind at all."

Just as the two of them were walking and muttering, Xiaolou, who had been walking in front, suddenly stopped, turned his head violently, and looked at a corpse in the hole in the wall. His eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet and did not leave for a long time: " Brother Fatty is right, these human skins have indeed been resurrected..."

"Oh my god!"

"Xiaolou, you..."

Seeing Fatty and Zhang Meng looking at him one after another, Xiaolou's beautiful face became clouded: "Didn't you look carefully at your feet?"

Following the reminder from the small building, Zhang Meng and Fatty quickly looked at their feet. Under the candlelight, the shadows of the human skin and blood-clothed figures were still shaking, and the shaking speed was obviously much faster than before, and the density was It is also much stronger.

"Apart from more shadows, there are no changes? Are you saying that the wind speed here has increased?" The fat man touched his head.

"Take a closer look." Although Xiaolou reminded the two of them to look at their feet, she herself kept staring at the lotus platform in the hole in the wall for a long time. It didn't look like she was talking to Zhang Meng and Fatty at all, but like she was talking to Zhang Meng and Fatty.

Use your eyes to communicate verbally with the corpse on the lotus platform.

After being reminded several times by Xiaolou, Zhang Meng suddenly understood. He looked at the swaying shadows at his feet with a shocked expression: "Yes! They are resurrected! Resurrected! The whole hell has been resurrected."

"Get out of here, Zhang Quede, what do you mean?" The fat man was confused by Zhang Meng and Xiaolou, and he scolded Zhang Meng angrily.

But she found that Zhang Meng swallowed hard: "Fat man, the shadows on the ground are not moving because of the candlelight, but are moving by themselves."

"Fart..." The fat man wanted to yell at Zhang Meng, but after thinking about it carefully, a lot of swear words were swallowed back in his throat.

Yes!

Although the shadows of the corpses would sway with the swaying of the candlelight, they were all sitting on the lotus platform and would not move back and forth like living people at all. But in the shadows swaying under their feet just now, I could clearly see

Lots of pairs of elongated feet.

"It's so scary." Fatty's back felt cold, and he didn't even know how to run. At the beginning, Fatty would have been running aimlessly, but now, Fatty found that everyone seemed to have walked into a trap.

A dead end, with walls in front and behind, candles, and bloody clothes made of human skin.

"Xiaolou, what path are you taking?" the fat man cursed.

"There's no point in complaining. Xiaolou doesn't know the way here. Let's calm down first and find a way." Looking at the weak back of Xiaolou in front of him, Zhang Meng vaguely felt that Xiaolou's mood was wrong, but

Out of concern, Zhang Meng did not directly ask what happened to Xiaolou.

"Brother Ameng, let's go!" Xiaolou suddenly said without looking back.

"You go first and leave me alone."

"What?" Zhang Meng seemed to have heard something wrong and looked up at the small building with a confused expression.

Before Xiaolou could continue to speak, the fat man behind shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about! Let's go together. We have already lost a few of us who came in together. How can we leave you?"

Everyone had just chatted for a few words, and the shadows on the ground seemed to be getting more and more numerous and faster, as if the entire corridor had come to life, and the cold wind was getting colder and colder.

Zhang Meng and Fatty didn't even dare to look back. They encountered so many strange things along the way that their little hearts could no longer bear the visual impact. They could only bury their heads deep like frightened ostriches.

Out of sight is pure.

Just as Zhang Meng and the fat man were trembling in their calves, a dazzling white light broke through the darkness, and a tall and thin figure wearing a black jacket appeared at the end of the tomb passage.

Before Zhang Meng and Fatty could react, the figure waved his hand and said in a voice like a ding-dong, "Quick, follow me."

"Little empress!"

"Brother Ninth!"

"It's him!"

The three of them were very excited when they saw Ye Jiu appear. However, compared to Zhang Meng and Fatty, Xiaolou's expression was a little more complicated. It seemed that he hated Ye Jiu appearing here at this time and place.
Chapter completed!