Because of the obstruction at the corner, only one pair of this person's feet was exposed. Although I couldn't see clearly whose feet they were, my heart didn't rush and it hurt a lot.
This is a bad feeling.
At this moment, my heart started to tremble uncontrollably, and an uncontrollable panic spread throughout my body.
Even when facing a strong enemy, I was not as scared as I am now, and my steps became heavier.
I am afraid of death, but what I am even more afraid of is that the most important person in me will die in front of me.
But I couldn't escape all this. I tried hard to control myself and walked forward step by step. When I saw this person's face clearly, my whole brain exploded with a buzz.
The person sitting on the ground turned out to be a tiger.
It's not that I didn't think about accidents, but I didn't expect that the first person to have an accident was Hu Zi.
He was sitting there quietly, his head hanging to the side, looking like he was asleep, but the blood stains flowing from his head stung my eyes deeply.
Because the right side of his skull has been smashed.
It turns out that the blood stains we just saw were tiger cubs.
"No, that's not true!"
I said tremblingly, tears streaming down my eyes, my body trembling slightly as I walked to Huzi's side.
Seeing him alive, I knelt down on the ground with a plop, and my strength was instantly drained.
I stretched out my hand tremblingly, but then retracted it because I didn't dare to touch his body.
In fact, I didn't even need to reach out to touch it, I could tell that Huzi was dead, because there was no trace of life left in his body, and he looked like he had been dead for a long time.
But I don't want to believe it, I don't want to believe everything I see, because I can't accept it.
My hand finally fell on Huzi's face, and it felt so cold, without any warmth.
"I'm sorry, Huzi, I'm late, I'm sorry..."
Huzi's hand also fell to the ground, and his palm was covered with mud, as if he was telling something...
I guess he must have been the first person before he fell.
I grabbed Huzi's hand and carried him on my back. I wiped away my tears and stared blankly ahead.
I want to cry, I want to explode...
But I know that now is not the time to feel sad. Based on my understanding of Leng Shuiyao and the others, they will not leave Hu Zi here for no reason unless they encounter something life-threatening.
I have to speed up, even though I know there is little hope, but I can't give up.
Just like this, I ran forward quickly while carrying Hu Zi on my back, but as I ran, my feet slowed down little by little.
Because not far away, I saw another person, Wang Shengli, the owner of the factory.
He fell to the ground, covered in blood, with a huge scratch extending from his face to his abdomen, even exposing the bones and internal organs inside...
Horrible!
Obviously, he was attacked by some giant beast. I immediately thought of the huge stone lion.
Seeing this scene, my mood became even more turbulent. I didn't dare to stop for a moment, so I quickened my pace again and ran forward like crazy.
Until this moment, there is still a glimmer of hope in my heart. I am racing against time, and I am also racing against life, and an opportunity may arise even in a second.
The reality is cruel. It didn't take long for the fire of hope in my heart to be extinguished little by little, because I soon discovered a third corpse.
Li Tenglong fell on a stone.
A sharp stalagmite penetrated his heart from the back. The blood dyed the sharp stalagmite red, and also dyed the ground beneath him red.
My eyes were red when I saw this, and my brain was buzzing, as if someone was constantly stirring my brain.
I felt as if my soul was about to burst.
However, tragedy never happens alone. Then I saw the fourth corpse, Wang Xinghai...
To be precise, I only saw Wang Xinghai's head, because the appearance of his death was very strange. Only his head was suspended in mid-air, but his body was missing.
It was as if an invisible thing was holding his head in its hands.
When I walked up to it, I saw clearly what I felt was an incredible scene.
Wang Xinghai's body did not disappear, but was buried in the soil, three feet above the ground, but it was not buried from bottom to top, because his head was 90 degrees perpendicular to the wall.
This scene was extremely weird. It looked like an iron nail being pushed into the wall, with only the head exposed.
And Wang Xinghai was the iron nail that was pressed into the wall.
how so?
I have never seen such a terrifying and gruesome way of death. After all, Wang Xinghai was a living person. He was made of flesh and blood. How could he be driven deep into the soil like a nail?
Wang Xinghai's eyes were wide open, full of fear. At the same time, I also noticed something different, because there was no gap between his neck and the wall.
Not at all.
It feels like you put your hand into cement until the cement solidifies.
An incredible thought suddenly popped into my mind. Could it be that this mountain is really alive? It has swallowed it alive. And this is the belly of the mountain?
If this is really the case, then wouldn’t I become food that can be swallowed by him at any time?
This suddenly caused an indescribable sense of oppression in my heart, followed by a fear I had never experienced before.
Just like some people are afraid of cliffs, and some people are afraid of the deep sea...
This has nothing to do with courage, it is just a pure fear, a fear of being powerless in the face of death.
I slowly stretched out my hand, closed Wang Xinghai's eyes, and moved forward quickly again.
However, at this moment, I no longer have much hope in my heart, and the weak flame has almost been extinguished unconsciously.
There are seven of them in total, four of them have died so far, only Long Shuiyao, Li Yilong and the little mute are left!
I don't think they can still live, because in my opinion, they don't even have a one in ten thousand chance.
But it was this last, pitifully slim chance that became the last straw that supported me.
The further I ran, the emptier the space became, and even my footsteps had echoes, echoing in the dark and empty heart of the mountain, as if there was an invisible figure following me like a shadow.
This time I ran very far and did not see the fifth corpse, but when I was about to approach a corner, I felt an inexplicable throbbing in my heart.
It was this familiar feeling again. I hated this feeling, but I couldn't help but slow down.
The moment I turned the corner, I saw a figure standing in front of me.
In his hand, he held a gleaming samurai sword tightly.