"Don't move..."

I kept my voice extremely low, afraid that those things would notice us. In the darkness, we couldn't see anything, but our hearing and sense of touch were amplified to the extreme. The crawling sounds coming from outside became clearer and closer.

My gaze involuntarily drifted to the loosened burlap sack.

Could it be that everything inside is made up of severed limbs?!

The reason it was a severed body was because the shape of the sack at the time could not possibly have been that of a complete person!

The sack was rolled into a round shape, not too big, and the hand from before was clearly that of an adult!

"Li Huai, stop grabbing me with both hands, and why are you gripping me so tightly?"

I turned to Li Huai, and that guy was scared like a grandson. How come he's gotten stronger?

My hands were ice cold, and it hurt a little when I squeezed them.

"Yan, Brother Yan, I don't have two hands to hold you."

Li Huai's stammering voice came through, and he waved a hand in front of my face. So, whose hand is grabbing my thigh now?

Suddenly, my scalp tingled, and I reached for that hand. I grabbed it, and it felt like I was holding a block of ice. Without thinking, I slammed it hard to the ground!

I slammed that hand hard onto the ground with a dull "thud," like it had been thrown into a lump of mud, and there seemed to be blood and rotting flesh splattering everywhere.

"What the hell?"

Luo Tianhe lowered his voice and asked urgently.

"Damn it, a dead man's hand just grabbed me!"

My heart was pounding. I knew I hadn't been mistaken; a hand really did emerge from the sack.

As soon as I finished speaking, a soft thud came from the corner where the sacks were piled up, as if something round had rolled to the ground. Then came a second and a third thud.

"Damn, Yan-ge, I think I just kicked something round, it should be a basketball!"

Li Huai is still deceiving himself!

"Basketball my ass! Tell me who plays basketball here!"

I cursed angrily.

"Don't rush!"

Professor Tan's voice tightened, and he was clearly panicked as well.

"Come closer, back to back, and don't let anyone touch you. If anything grabs you, find a way to get rid of it!"

The four of us frantically groped around, huddling together tightly in the darkness.

Luo Tianhe was still frantically pressing the flashlight switch, cursing under his breath.

In the darkness, the rumbling rolling sounds, mixed with the clearer rustling crawling sounds, rose from every corner of the room, growing more and more intense!

The stench of decay and blood in the air was even stronger, almost solidified, and it seeped into my nostrils. Even though I had experienced so much and seen so many rotting corpses, I couldn't help but feel like vomiting, and my stomach churned.

"Boss, that thing was a dead person's head! Her hair got tangled in my foot!"

Li Huai was almost in tears. He was standing on one foot, supporting me, while his other foot was wildly flailing in the air. It looked extremely comical, but I couldn't laugh at all.

Although I had expected it, knowing the truth now still made my scalp tingle.

The sack was indeed filled with severed limbs, and now those things were alive!

Just then, I felt a cold sensation on my ankle again.

"roll!"

I let out a low growl and, without thinking, stomped down hard. The sound of bones cracking instantly came from under my foot, and the grip on my hand loosened.

But immediately, even more cold and slippery sensations enveloped me from all directions, grabbing my calves and thighs.

Not only me, but Luo Tianhe's muffled groan, Li Huai's cry, and Professor Tan's exclamation all rang out at the same time. They were all being targeted by those things!

Damn it, is this never going to end?!

I swung the lightning sword haphazardly to the side. Although there was no lightning, the lightning sword was inherently extremely yang, and it had a restraining effect on these yin and evil things.

Luo Tianhe swung his baton with great force, and I felt as if the ground was completely covered by rotting flesh and blood, making it sticky to walk on, like stepping into a swamp.

"This can't go on, we can't see anything."

Professor Tan said hurriedly.

"What can we do? The flashlight won't turn on, and the phone isn't working either."

Luo Tianhe snorted softly.

"I have a candle here, but it's a specially made requiem candle. I wonder what will happen if I light it here..."

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up! It's pitch black here, you won't even know how you died!"

Li Huai said in a hurried voice.

Requiem candle?

My heart skipped a beat. Was it really appropriate to light this thing in a place like this?

But before I could stop him, Professor Tan had already taken out a match, and there was a faint scratching sound.

A small orange flame lit up in the darkness, illuminating his wrinkled face and the dark yellow candle, about half the thickness of a finger, in his hand. He trembled as he brought the flame close to the wick.

At that moment, a sliver of hope remained in my heart, and I didn't stop it. However, the flame of the candle wasn't the normal bright yellow, but a ghostly green, like a will-o'-the-wisp!

Moreover, it could only illuminate an area of ​​less than one meter around us. With the help of this eerie green light, we were finally able to see the surrounding scenery clearly.

The ground was covered with a dense mass of things, including bluish-black, swollen, and ulcerated severed hands and feet, which were scratching and wriggling on the ground with their broken finger bones or soles!

There was also a head with long, withered hair, pale skin, empty eye sockets, and a split mouth, slowly rolling on the ground.

Other heads were tearing at the severed limbs on the ground, and there were even some indescribable clumps of what looked like internal organs or rotten flesh, crawling toward us.

I gasped for breath. If these things hadn't been fighting amongst themselves as they approached us, we might have been covered in them long ago!

The heads, seemingly able to see clearly from the green light, stopped focusing on gnawing at the severed limbs and viscera covered in mucus, and instead turned towards us in unison.

What gave me the creeps was that the stunt double who had been sitting against the wall seemed to have turned his pale, blurry face slightly toward us.

"What kind of candle is this?"

Li Huai's voice trembled: "It's a requiem candle, the kind that temples burn all year round. How come it seems to have become something for summoning ghosts here!"

Summoning spirits or ghosts?

I suddenly remembered that in extremely yin places or haunted houses filled with resentment, ordinary candlelight not only cannot ward off evil spirits, but will instead become a beacon attracting ghosts from the underworld.

Especially those whose colors have changed!

These green will-o'-the-wisps are probably our death warrant right now!

"This candle can't be lit, put it out immediately!"

I let out a fierce roar.