Chapter 1387 Faceless

"Squeak..."

A tooth-painful sound of wood friction sounded as the wooden door was pushed open. The sound sounded suddenly, and Ma Zizai and I both changed our expressions. We leaned against the wooden house and dared not move.

After a few minutes, there was no abnormality around, and the wooden house was still silent. Ma Zizai and I both breathed a sigh of relief. After looking at each other, we all came to the wooden door.

We did not enter the house at the first time, but squinted our eyes and looked into the wooden house.

However, the wooden house was too dark, and the smell of corpses and the murderous aura were too strong. We could hardly see anything and could only see a rough outline.

At this time, I saw Ma Zizai glance at me, then winked at me, motioning me to go in first. I shook my head, then raised my hand and pointed at the wooden house, and then pointed at the waist drum and drumstick on his waist, motioning him to go in first.

But his head shook like a wave drum, and he shrank back vigorously, and refused to go in no matter what I said. Seeing this, I shook my head helplessly, then raised my foot suddenly and kicked Ma Zizai directly on the butt.

This kick directly kicked Ma Zizai to the ground, but this guy is indeed a veteran, even if his face came into close contact with the ground, he actually resisted making a sound, just turned his head and glared at me fiercely.

I smiled dryly and shrugged my shoulders. After waiting for a while and seeing nothing unusual, I followed him in.

The wooden house was not big, only about 30 or 40 square meters. It looked pitch black from the outside, but when we entered the house and our eyes slowly adapted to the darkness, we could already see the scene inside the house.

The house was large and simple. It can be said that there was basically no furnishings, not even a table or a chair, only a wooden bed made of a few wooden boards.

However, what surprised Ma Zizai and me was that the wooden bed was empty. Not to mention people, there was not even a ghost.

"It's strange." Ma Zizai muttered in a low voice, raised his hand and scratched his chin, looked at me and said: "Where are the people? I remember that we saw someone walking out of this house with our own eyes during the day? Could it be that they are still working and haven't come back to rest yet?"

I didn't say anything when I heard it, but squinted my eyes and looked around carefully.

The wooden house was very clean and tidy, without even a trace of household garbage, and there was not even bedding on the wooden bed. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a place where someone has lived.

Moreover, let alone pots and pans, there is not even a stove or a pot for cooking in the wooden house.

"Could it be that these people are going back to the corpse pile after dark?"

I looked at the empty bed, frowned and murmured.

However, just as I finished speaking, Ma Zizai, who was standing beside me, changed his expression. His pupils suddenly shrank, as if he was greatly frightened, and he took several steps back. After seeing

this scene, I almost subconsciously pressed the Soul-Slaying Knife at my waist, and then turned around suddenly.

When I turned around and saw the scene behind me, my heart skipped a beat.

The wooden door of this wooden house was pushed inward. After pushing the wooden door open, we walked in directly without looking behind the door. At this moment, as the night wind blew the wooden door left and right, a person standing upright behind the door was revealed.

"Who!" I held the Soul-Slaying Knife and asked in a low voice.

There was no response. The human figure still stood quietly behind the door, like a sculpture, motionless.

"Brother Zhang, this, this doesn't seem to be a living person!" Ma Zizai's trembling voice came from behind me. I turned my head to look at him and saw that his legs were weak from fear. He was hiding behind me and looking around. When he saw me looking back at him, he laughed dryly with some embarrassment: "I'm old, and my psychological endurance is not good. If it were earlier, I..."

I waved my hand to interrupt his chatter, and then slowly walked towards the door under Ma Zizai's admiring eyes.

Ma Zizai was right. This person did not look like a living person, because I did not feel any life from him. As I got closer and closer to him, I finally saw the person at the door with the help of the dim moonlight.

This person was the first one to walk out of the house and the dull-looking man who was playing with water and mud in front of the well.

He was still wearing the ancient blue shirt he wore during the day, with his eyes closed, standing straight like a piece of wood. I observed carefully and found that his chest was rising and falling rhythmically. Obviously, this thing was not dead, but still breathing.

"Zhang, brother Zhang, is he dead or alive?" Ma Zizai asked tremblingly behind me.

"Alive." I said, and then I slowly walked to the man, raised my hand to his nose, and after making sure he was still breathing, I pressed my hand to his heart.

The next moment, my expression changed, because I felt that this man had no heartbeat.

A person who was breathing, but had no heartbeat, how could this happen?

"Could it be that... these things are really imitating human habits, and breathing is easy to imitate, but heartbeat is impossible to imitate, because... they may not even have a heart!"

With this thought, I pulled out the Soul-Slaying Knife with a 'swish' sound and stabbed the man in the chest. Seeing this, Ma Zizai hurried forward and hugged my hand, saying, "Fuck, what are you doing, brother Zhang? Don't do it, don't wake this thing up!"

I squinted my eyes and glanced at Ma Zizai. After thinking for a while, I took back the Soul-Slaying Knife.

"Move him to the ground." I said to Ma Zizai.

"Ah?" Ma Zi was stunned. Seeing my serious expression, he nodded reluctantly. Then he trembled and came to the man. After swallowing his saliva with a "gulp", he stretched out his hand and held the man's body.

"My lord, why is it so heavy!" Ma Zi cursed with gritted teeth, then he carried the man with great effort and laid him on his back.

After being tortured like this, the man still showed no signs of waking up. Obviously, this thing is in a state of sleep. Maybe it will wake up on its own at a specific time.

"Brother Zhang, what are you going to do?" Ma Zi looked at me suspiciously.

"What for? Of course, to see what he is!"

After I said that, I stretched out my hand and began to grope and knead the man's face. As I kneaded, the man's face began to deform and distort.

The next second, I heard a "tearing" sound, and it turned out to be a piece of skin, which was peeled off by me. What appeared under the skin was not a bloody face, but a muscle tissue without any facial features, only a rough outline of the face.

This scene made Ma Zizai scream, and then pointed at the skin in my hand and said in shock: "He, he really has no face! What the hell is this thing?"