"this……"
Zhao Xiaodong had a complicated expression and was stunned for a long moment. "Knowing you will die, yet you still dare not fear death, just for your companions, for your faith? I will be a member of the underworld in this life, without any regrets."
He muttered something, and suddenly turned his head as if he sensed something, and found that a blind man with two bloody holes in his eye sockets had appeared in the sacrificial hall and was staring at him.
The others also noticed something was wrong.
The wailing and whispering stopped instantly, and only the heavy breathing of each other could be heard.
"Let's fight! No matter what the hell it is!"
"Just ghost devour it!"
"I'm going to die anyway, so I'll fight to the death and get a piece of my own flesh!"
There was nowhere to run here, and the people were completely desperate, which actually aroused their instincts.
“Hehehe~~”
A strange laugh was heard.
The blind man's figure suddenly grew taller, and several candles on the table suddenly caught fire, and the bright red flames illuminated the darkness.
"this……!"
"What kind of monster is this!?"
The crowd who had mustered up the courage were completely terrified after seeing the scene before them.
The blind man's body kept rising. Behind him was a lame man, then the mute woman from before, and behind him was a middle-aged man with a gouged ear...
One after another.
Seven people with mutilated bodies were put together to form a human centipede!
The shoulders were connected to the hips of the person in front, and there were densely packed hands and feet. The seven heads were filled with numbness and deathly silence.
The centipede kept twisting, its clothes were bright red, and it exuded an unimaginable horror.
They were clutching a mutilated corpse. It was none other than the familiar Grandmaster Zhou. His flesh and blood were a mess, and he was being continuously gnawed at by the faces on the Human Centipede...
One by one, the ghost messengers knelt on the ground helplessly.
They were unable to judge how terrifying this existence was. They only knew that a single look from the other party would make them lose all their strength and not be able to muster the slightest desire to resist.
“Damn it!!”
"Dongzi!"
Yang Zhi suddenly shouted.
Everyone knelt on the ground, only Zhao Xiaodong was moving forward. There were many cracks on his skin, and blood was dripping with every step. His body was collapsing bit by bit, and he was obviously under tremendous pressure.
"Being good at calculation is not as good as having strong strength."
"I, Zhao Xiaodong, swear that in my next life, I will do my best to become strong enough to protect those around me!"
His eyes were filled with black, strange lines appeared on his face, and the breath of life on his body was gradually fading. This was a sign of being bitten by a ghost!
He actually understood that Ghost Bite was useless against this monster.
But this was Zhao Xiaodong's last struggle.
Even if I die, I will splatter the other person’s blood!
"don't want!!"
The companions who risked their lives seemed like monsters walking out of a nightmare. The bright red candlelight flickered and chaotic mutterings rang in my ears.
A group of novice Yinchai who were kneeling on the ground let out the most desperate growls.
The human centipede in front of him kept twisting. This monster, composed of the "evil" accumulated from generations in the old village deep in the mountains, slowly crouched down, with a numb and eerie smile on his face, staring at a group of living people.
The pressure on the bodies of the group of Yinchai was increasing, their skin was cracking and blood was oozing out.
It was as if invisible hands were gripping their hearts.
There was a beating sound from the blood vessels.
Their faces became more and more terrified. They could feel that their bodies... seemed to be about to explode!
"Bang"
A sledgehammer fell from the sky, smashing the roof of the sacrificial hall and standing between the Human Centipede and Zhao Xiaodong, who had almost completely lost his humanity.
Several figures appeared on the scene.
Faced with the terrifying human centipede, their faces were filled with calmness.
A man was putting on paper shrouds, muttering to himself, "These are clothes worn by the dead, they are cool to wear..."
A familiar voice.
Yang Zhi, Zhao Qian, and Zhao Xiaodong who was being devoured by ghosts were all stunned.
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