Chapter 674: The Ghost Carving the Monument

At this moment, everyone stood silently beside the corpse, with a trace of sadness in their eyes.

We came to the Hatching Land this time to subdue the flying zombies and rescue the first batch of team members as much as possible.

Before setting off, although we were mentally prepared, when we saw the corpses of the first batch of team members, we still couldn't help feeling sad and lonely.

"Old Wu, even Dou is gone, is there any possibility for the rest of us to survive?" It can be seen that the relationship between Lao Kong and Dou Xu must be very good. At this moment, Lao Kong was holding the bloody corpse tightly, shaking all over, and even the voice of his voice had a hint of crying.

As soon as Lao Kong said this, almost everyone turned their heads and looked at Mr. Wu subconsciously.

Mr. Wu did not say anything when he saw this, but squinted his eyes and began to carefully examine the body.

Mr. Wu examined it very carefully, checking every wound on the body, and then he heard him say: "The old man died not long ago." "

What!" Everyone was stunned when they heard it.

"The old man's wounds are fresh, even the blood has not coagulated yet, obviously he died not long ago." Mr. Wu took a deep breath, then took off his gloves and said: "Since the old man can hold on for so long, then the rest of us can obviously do it too. Don't be discouraged, there must be survivors in the first team."

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and then fell silent.

"What if, Instructor Dou... is the last survivor?" A young soldier spoke in a low voice, in a depressed mood.

I know that the bodies of the previous batch of team members, especially the bodies of people familiar to these young soldiers, have dealt them a heavy blow.

From their words, it is not difficult to judge that this Dou Xu should be the instructor of Wu Shushan's reserve forces, and a special veteran who has been fighting on the battlefield for twenty years. Even such a person with rich combat experience and who has crawled out of the pile of dead bodies countless times has died, so their confidence will inevitably be hit.

After all, they were all taught by Dou Xu. The master is dead, can the apprentice still walk out alive?

"Whether or not Dou Xu is the last survivor, we must enter the heart of the Hatching Land. Don't forget what our main mission is!" Wu Sheng said with a cold look in his eyes and a stern voice.

No one dared to say anything after hearing this. Seeing this, Wu Sheng shook his head and said, "Bury Dou Xu."

"Bury him... here?" a young soldier asked.

"We can only bury him here first. If... we can get out alive, we can take him back then."

Wu Sheng's words shocked everyone, but since that was the end of the words, no one said anything more. Then a young soldier took out a simple body bag from his backpack, put Dou Xu's bloody body in it, and then dug a pit with a shovel and buried the body bag in it.

Afterwards, all the Wushushan reserve troops stood in front of the old man's grave and bowed silently for him.

"Old man, we will take you home after we finish our business." Lao Kong said in a low voice, and then he scanned the countless graves with cold eyes and said in a cold voice: "Let's go, I don't believe that a group of people who breathe can be afraid of those who don't breathe!" Lao Kong

was obviously really angry. After saying that, he loaded his rifle and walked forward first.

"Let's go." Wu Sheng said in a low voice, and then everyone continued to walk deeper into the Hatching Yin Land.

But Yu Wei and I fell behind the team.

"Can you tell how that man died?" I asked in a low voice. Yu Wei shook his head and said, "The wounds are too messy to tell, but what is certain is that the thing that killed him was very powerful."

I looked at him strangely and thought to myself, "You really listen to your words, and it's like you didn't say anything. "

Since Dou Xu is the instructor of the Wu Shushan reserve, he must be very skilled. For such a person, ordinary evil things can't do anything to him. The only ones who can kill him are those old ghosts or zombies with deep Taoism. Otherwise, even if he can't beat them, he won't be unable to escape unscathed. I ignored

Yu Wei and quickly caught up with Lao Wu and others, and then walked forward with a vigilant look on my face.

At this moment, we have walked into the endless graves. Before, we could only see the graves looming in the mist from a distance, but now that we are closer, we find that there are not only graves in the cemetery, but also countless tombstones.

As we walked forward, we squinted our eyes to check the tombstones around us, but these tombstones are too old and the writing on them has almost fallen off, but I still saw a few numbers on a tombstone. m.biqmgè

"1913..." I frowned and murmured, wondering if this number is the birth year or death year of the tomb owner?

However, both the year of birth and the year of death are more than a hundred years ago, and these are only the tombstones on the periphery. In other words, the closer you go to the center of the cemetery, the older the death should be.

"How many bodies of people who died suddenly and death row prisoners are buried here?" I swallowed my saliva with a "gulp".

At this moment, I was suddenly shocked and froze in place.

Not only me, but the rest of the people were also stunned in place, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"What's that sound?" A little warrior stared with wide eyes and a look of horror.

Then, in the mist not far from our side, there was a crisp sound of "dangdangdang" from time to time. It felt like someone was constantly knocking on the tombstones.

However, there should be no other living people here except us. What is knocking on the tombstone?

Did the tomb owner... crawl out by himself?

"Ignore it, let's go!" Yu Wei was also horrified. Even though he was a descendant of the Zhuyou family and had been dealing with zombies and corpses for many years, he was obviously a little scared in this place.

"Let's go!" Wu Sheng also whispered, and then everyone pretended not to hear the sound and walked forward quickly.

However, no matter how we walked forward, the sound could be clearly heard in our ears. It felt as if the thing knocking on the tombstone was following us all the time!

The next moment, a young soldier suddenly widened his eyes, raised his hand, trembled, pointed at our side, and stammered with a look of fear: "Then, who is that!"

I turned my head quickly, and when I saw the scene in front of me, I was immediately shocked.

In the rolling mist, among the endless graves, an old man in a black coat suddenly appeared in front of a grave.

He held a chisel in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand. At this moment, he was carving something on a tombstone at the grave!

"He is...carving a tombstone? Who is this tombstone for?"