Chapter 252: Strange Territory (II)
Creaky!!!
In the house, with so many resentful people dying one after another... and under the deliberate guidance of humans...
Finally, as if a spring had been compressed to its limit, the dark thatched mat quickly began to rot, and exploded with a "bang", the thatched grass broke into pieces and fell off, and the strong stench of corpses spread everywhere.
Dong, dong, dong!
In the silent night, a slight, strange knock on the door came from this forgotten hut...
The knock on the door was first urgent, and then instantly turned into a harsh sound of nails scratching the door, and then became a violent knock on the door, continuous and non-stop...
The wooden door was knocked and shook, and a lot of dust and dust fell from the door frame, which was a bit choking.
"What sound..."
After a long time, a yawning servant came from a distance with a lantern.
It was already the middle of the night. He had just finished his shift and was about to take a stroll, but was attracted by this inexplicable noise.
As the footsteps approached, the knocking sound in the house suddenly became faint and disappeared...
The errand boy looked at the abandoned hut in front of him, a little puzzled. He thought that he had misheard the noise just now, so he didn't care, cursed a few words, turned around and continued to move forward.
Bang!
An unprecedented crashing sound broke out from the wooden door of the abandoned hut!
The errand boy thought it was his hallucination, and just as he was about to look back, before he turned around, with a snap, his neck was bent back by an inexplicable force. His whole body softened, his eyeballs bulged, and the whole person fell to the mud and died...
In the live goods area, in front of the entrance alley, two night watch errand boys were sitting drunk, saying something dirty.
"It's so windy tonight... and we have to keep watch, damn... what can happen in the middle of the night?"
"Stop talking, drink some more, nothing's going to happen anyway." Another errand boy picked up the bottle and filled it up again.
"Haha, fill it up, I just like this!"
A crisp clinking sound.
"Good wine, good wine, at least five or six years..." One of them drank it all in one gulp, and said happily: "After a glass of wine, I feel much warmer all of a sudden."
"Hey, why don't you drink it?"
After drinking it, he saw his companion across from him holding the glass stupidly, his hand was shaking, his eyes were fixed on him, full of fear.
"What are you looking at, is there something wrong with my face?"
He smiled, followed his companion's line of sight, and touched his face with his hand.
As soon as he touched it, he felt something was wrong. How, how did the rough and lush beard like a brush become smooth and moist...
Is there a little girl here...
He was a little drunk and was still thinking about unhealthy things.
Tsk!
Before he could experience this feeling carefully, suddenly, with a snap, his head was also broken back.
Behind him was a woman with disheveled hair. She had a good figure, a thin waist and long legs, but her face looked like it was smashed by something!
But fortunately, this errand boy could no longer feel fear...
"Ghost!!!"
Another errand boy was so scared that he peed his ass. The drunkenness disappeared instantly. He threw down the wine glass, overturned the wine pot, kicked over the chair, and ran out of the door with a roll.
But soon, he couldn't shout anymore. A bunch of black, sticky, and wet hair was stuffed into his throat by someone.
"Hmm, hmm..."
He could only whimper slightly, and a few strands of hair went down his throat into his esophagus. He felt sick and wanted to vomit, but he couldn't.
Soon, a large amount of hair went down his esophagus into his trachea, and he immediately felt the suffocation of lack of oxygen.
Perhaps it was the fear of seeing the female ghost, or perhaps it was the tragic death of his companion that inspired his desire to survive.
He was in a panic, his steps did not stop, and his arms desperately pulled out his hair. This time, it seemed to work a little, and some fresh air entered his lungs from the outside, and he immediately felt much better.
But before he could celebrate, he suddenly found that his arms could not move, as if they were grabbed by something.
He looked at the place where his arms were grabbed, and they were two female arms. He looked down and lowered his head tremblingly.
Crack!
A pale arm oozing blood stretched out from his clothes on his chest and then crushed his neck.......
The last scene he saw before he died was a pale, twisted, bloody, black-haired "woman" crawling out of his chest, eating something.......
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"What the hell is going on in the middle of the night? Can we live in peace?"
Although the sound coming from outside the door was not loud, the room where Zhang Dongping slept and rested was also near this alley, so the sound of the broken bowls and bottles and the overturned tables and chairs still startled him.
"Master, what's wrong..."
On the bed, a beautiful, naked concubine asked delicately with a sleeping smell.
"It's nothing. It's probably those incompetent guys who are drinking and causing trouble again. I'll go check it out!" Zhang Dongping touched his concubine's body, feeling a little hot inside.
He decided to go out and take a look to prevent those incompetent guys from getting into a fight after drinking too much. Although this was a live goods area and some distance away from the hut where the inner disciples were guarding, if there was a big fuss, the sound would inevitably be transmitted there. If there were It would be bad if the inner disciples blamed him.
He had just stood up and was about to put on his clothes and shoes when he suddenly realized something was wrong.
This is a black market. I am on night watch. My concubine is clearly resting at home. How come she appears on the bed in the black market? How come she comes here inexplicably?
His movement to get dressed paused, and he looked back. There were no lights in the room, and there was no moonlight outside. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only see a man with black hair lying on his bed. Face woman.
But, his concubine obviously has short hair!
But before he could make a move, his black hair suddenly burst out, completely wrapping his body in the bed.
.......
With a creak, the door opened, and a "woman" with long hair hanging down her waist, no hair, and a twisted body slowly walked out...
............
"What's wrong?"
In the darkness, Han Yi woke up suddenly and opened his eyes suddenly.
He had closed his eyes in the room and concentrated on meditating on the visualization of Feilong Kung Fu, but a sudden and unexpected sound interrupted his thoughts.
It's around two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, when the sky is darkest and people are quietest. At this time, the black market is boiling with fear, screams of fear, hurried escapes, panicked crowds, everywhere... .....
He stood up quickly, put on his boots, lit the oil lamp, and the room suddenly became brighter. He picked up a standard long knife and held it in his hand.
The cold and biting touch of the blade made him feel at ease.
This is a waist knife specially issued to the inner disciples. Although it is not as good as his black iron sword, it is also a weapon that has been refined for hundreds of years. It is of high quality and expensive to make.
Phew~
Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, causing the wick to sway, and the oil lamp was blown out again.
boom!
There was another loud noise, and the door seemed to be closed suddenly by the strong wind.
Whoosh!
A flash of white flashed past the crack in the door where no one was watching.
Han Yi quickly clenched his waist knife, stood up, and walked over.
"I remember I closed the door after I came in."
He touched the deadbolt, which still had an open padlock.
Han Yi opened the door, walked outside, and looked at the live goods area from a distance.
I don’t know what happened over there, it was a mess.
The sounds of crying, running, shouting, and the content of howling faintly coming from the wind made his expression change instantly.
"No matter what, let's gather everyone first!"
Han Yi was so angry that he prepared to gather the outer disciples together to quell the commotion and ask for the reason.
He didn't notice at all that a sinister white figure silently walked out of the corner of the room and slowly stood behind him.
The white image is a woman with a terrifying face, a face that is extremely broken.
She lowered her head, her long black hair rising in the wind, and her two twisted claws silently grabbed Han Yi's back.
"No, you should leave the black market first and go outside the black market to seek support!"
Suddenly, Han Yi turned around suddenly as if he remembered something.
The white shadow disappeared all of a sudden, disappearing into the air like bubbles.
I saw Han Yi rushing to the table where the account books were placed. He placed the knife on the table, as if he wanted to take away a large number of account books and then escape.
Erratic ~
From somewhere, the white shadow slowly poked out again...
"Die to me!!!"
Suddenly, Han Yi shouted loudly, and blood surged all over his body. The bright light of the sword in his hand was like a clear spring flowing out in the darkness. It flowed clearly, the blade of the sword turned around, and slashed at the white figure head-on.
The knife was caught off guard, and it was impossible for anyone to escape!
But unfortunately...his opponent is not human...
Chi!
The wooden clothes rack that was blocking it was chopped off by him with one knife, and the back of a chair was also chopped into two pieces with one knife.
This white shadow actually disappeared all of a sudden. This kind of speed cannot be achieved by body skills...
boom!
The door opened by Han Yi just now was slammed shut again for some unknown reason.
"I want to catch a turtle in a urn..."
Han Yi snorted coldly, put away his knife expressionlessly, and observed the surrounding environment.
hiss......
Suddenly, there was a sound of hair rubbing in the corner of the room, like a small sound of a large number of hairs entangled together and then scraping against the surface of wood.
Han Yi heard the sound and saw a vague white figure emerging from the closet in the darkness.
The room was dark, and he couldn't see clearly what was on the other side, but he could vaguely see a slim woman in white with long hair hanging down her waist.
"That is......"
Han Yi's eyes narrowed and he was fully alert.
