Ghost Blowing Lantern II

The female corpse wearing a cold mask was lying on the concrete platform. Because it was pitch dark in the underground secret room, no one noticed its existence when we first escaped. After entering the "Hundred Eyes Cave", we witnessed Countless frightening things happened, and he was constantly exhausted from running for his life. At this point, even his nerves were a little numb.

So when we found this female corpse, Fatty, Lao Yangpi and I were not too surprised, because there were so many strange dead corpses in this area, and we were a little bit used to it. But when the three of them got closer, they used the engineer lighting tube to When the female corpse was illuminated, the flashlight beam reflected a dim and eerie light on the female corpse's mask. The cold and silent mask seemed to have an expression that was so weird that it couldn't be described. We suddenly felt a terrifying power from the netherworld. The terrifying feeling of death penetrated the human heart. For a moment, the air in the basement seemed to freeze. I could feel my heart and lungs on the solid ice. My whole body was trembling to death. I could no longer suppress it. While shouting to embolden ourselves, we took a few steps back. There were some broken specimen bottles on the ground. The human organs and embalming fluid inside dripped onto the ground, making us slippery and unable to stand. The three of us were so flustered that we almost fell down. He fell down, quickly holding on to the cabinet beside him to steady his weight, and a thought came to his mind: "This great Xianbei witch is still alive, at least the ghost of this dead ghost is still lingering next to the body!"

Ding Sitian was placed in the corner by Lao Yangpi, and she was drowsily unconscious. I quickly stepped back without seeing the situation behind me clearly, and bumped into Ding Sitian. I felt my heel stepping on her hand. , hurriedly retracted her legs, Ding Sitian snorted, and unexpectedly woke up from her semi-conscious state. I don’t know if she was having a flashback, or if I stepped on her finger, and because the fingers were connected to the heart, she woke up in pain.

She struggled to let me help her up. Seeing the looks of horror on my and Fatty's and Lao Sheeppi's faces, she looked indoors along the lighting tube on my chest and immediately discovered the ancient female corpse wearing a mask and strange clothes. Ding Sitian's feelings were roughly the same as ours. She was also surprised, hid behind me, and asked us if the female corpse would suddenly come to life?

At this time, Lao Yangpi was scared out of his mind. His legs were trembling and he wanted to kneel down to the ancient female corpse. I also felt that the great Xianbei witch might suddenly sit up at any time. This feeling was stronger than ever before. He had no choice but to shake his head at Ding Sitian, not knowing how to answer.

It is very likely that this secret room is the center of the death vortex of this institute. The zombies caught in the passage must have escaped because of what happened here. Otherwise, why not hide in this tightly concealed dark room? What power did this witch's corpse have to kill so many people?

There were a lot of thoughts in my mind, and I felt more and more unsure. But after the fat man came back to his senses, the brute strength of the devil in his bones came up. He wanted to show off, shook his head, pressed the bleeding wound on his neck, and said Ding Sitian and I said: "Sitian asked this very good question. Will class enemies come back to life through their corpses? Faced with such a serious question, our answer cannot be tinged with romantic reverie. I'm going to kick it." The difference will be seen with both feet..."

I cheered the fat man up and said, "Well said, little fat man, but Chairman Mao taught us that we should pay attention to our working methods. If you go over and kick the female corpse, she will open her mouth and bite her feet. I think you should just chop her with the Kangxi sword." For the best."

Ding Sitian tried to dissuade her with rapid breathing: "Don't... don't go... I always feel that it will suddenly come alive..." But the fat man was not willing to listen. He raised his long knife and stepped forward with a stern look. He swung his knife and chopped it into pieces amidst the sound of resistance.

But as soon as the fat man raised the knife, the iron door of the secret room behind him was slammed open. We did not lock the iron door, but used heavy objects to hold it up. Just when we were about to move other things to block the door, Suddenly, he saw an ancient female corpse in the basement. At that time, he was so confused that he completely forgot that there was a more direct threat outside the door.

The demon ginseng, which looked like an old tree spirit, wrapped around the half-dead rotting corpses under its roots and pushed open the iron door. The fat man was hit by the cabinet and fell on top of the female corpse, with his face right on top of the cold mask. Even though he was so brave, he was swinging the knife so fiercely just now, and now he was so frightened that he screamed, rolled and crawled over the stone platform, and I saw a tentacle as thick as an arm curling horizontally out of the iron door. He came over and quickly pulled Ding Sitian to hide behind an iron shelf filled with specimen bottles.

There was no way out in this secret room. The only door was blocked. We had to rely on the complicated interior decorations and use the larger depth space to maneuver. As we continued to chase and evade, I gradually discovered that this so-called demon ginseng was very close. In Feng Shui, it is said that the earth's palace holds a corpse, and objects can be spiritually connected over time. Plants can also be transformed into living things. Old ginseng or arachnids are favored by the aura of heaven and earth. For example, if there is a corpse of a new deceased buried next to a ginseng, the corpse will But it is immortal. As time goes by, the dead man and the ginseng will grow into one body, and they can be greatly nourished by eating them. When the ginseng grows to this extent, it is no longer called a ginseng, and the corpse is no longer a corpse, but is combined into one, called " "Dique".

But this time the domestically produced demon ginseng is different from the earth ginseng. Although it looks like a giant ginseng, it is more like a semi-creature that needs earth energy and corpses to survive. Lao Yangpi also heard some wild rumors in the countryside. This may not necessarily be true. It's what Hui Huiguo is. No one can tell exactly where Hui Huiguo is in the Western Regions. Hui Huiguo is just a general name. I think this demon ginseng is more likely to come from the tombs of Shaanxi ancient tombs.

It blocked the secret room, and the many roots under its body wriggled and stretched, trying to prey on strangers. Although it was not fast, it was difficult to dodge in the small room. Only the fat man with a long knife could barely resist it among the four of us. The fat man hid behind the cement platform. , swung the knife to cover his head and face, and slashed randomly, cutting off several movable roots and vines like octopus tentacles, but the demon ginseng had many roots, and it would be difficult to change the situation even if a few were chopped off.

Moreover, we were forced to disperse, and there was only light from two lighting tubes. It was almost the same as seeing nothing. It was difficult to take care of each other. After a while, we saw the fire light. It turned out that it was the old sheepskin that had ignited the cotton clothes and wanted to use fire to drive it away. Corpse ginseng, but the monster was covered in rotten maggots and mud. This kind of fire could not burn it at all, but the fire flickered, and we all felt that our eyes were brightened, and we could roughly see what kind of situation we were in.

Ding Sitian and I were hiding behind an iron frame, which was in the shadow where the firelight could not reach. In the darkness, we heard a gust of wind blowing up with a stench. I was injured and had difficulty moving, and I couldn't resist it with my bare hands. I had no choice but to pick up a chair next to me and place it in front of me. I felt a force so strong that it hit my chest and suffocated me. The iron frame behind me was shaken three times by the impact, and my muscles and bones were about to break due to the impact. Only then could he catch it.

Under such circumstances, even if we want to carry forward the style of fighting bravely, not afraid of sacrifice, not afraid of fatigue and continuous fighting, it is completely impossible. However, the desire and determination to survive are still there. I blocked the sweeping tentacles. , I knew in my heart that if it retracted and rolled back, I would never be able to block the second attack, so I pressed the injured shoulder against the back of the chair and pushed the chair hard against the wall, trying to squeeze the tentacles against the wall. .

Unexpectedly, he couldn't see the surrounding situation clearly in the darkness, and he didn't calculate the distance between him and the wall. He suddenly stepped back. He used too much force to close his legs, and fell to the ground. The leg of the chair poked into his ribs, which was so painful. I felt dizzy before my eyes, and the corpse ginseng tentacle that I pushed away quickly retracted around the wooden chair. I failed to hold down the chair and was thrown to the ground. The tentacle shook and threw away the wooden chair again. It came, wrapped around Ding Sitian and dragged her backwards.

The pain in my ribs was like pressing a hot iron. I felt Ding Sitian being snatched away from my body. I wanted to reach out and grab it, but the pain was so painful that I couldn't lift my arms. I saw that Ding Sitian was about to be sucked into the root of the corpse ginseng. , at this critical moment of extreme crisis, the fat man suddenly heard the roar of a tiger, jumped out from his hiding place, and cut off the roots wrapping Ding Sitian with a desperate knife. Ding Sitian just happened to He fell next to Lao Yangpi, who desperately waved the torch with one hand and dragged Ding Sitian behind him to cover him.

I saw the fat man rescued Ding Sitian, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Ding Sitian was already deeply poisoned. If she hadn't exercised in the vast world for half a year and her physical fitness had greatly improved, she probably wouldn't have been able to persist until now. But she just After such a heavy fall, she didn't even grunt, and her body didn't rise and fall, so she really didn't know if she was still alive.

I was worried about Ding Sitian's life, so I gritted my teeth and endured the pain and struggled to get up from the ground. But before I could look at Ding Sitian, I saw the strange old woman-like face on the main body of the corpse suddenly poked into the basement. He opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of black mist. The fat man stood directly opposite him. Unexpectedly, he had no time to dodge and was hit by the thick black mist.

According to Lao Yangpi, corpse ginseng is a highly poisonous substance produced in Huihui, but after it grows into one with human and animal corpses, it no longer has that strange poison. After it is split and dried, it can be used as an anesthetic by mixing it according to a certain formula. , but what he said may not be accurate. We are not sure whether the corpse ginseng contains the poisonous mist that kills people. Fatty and I have been exposed to a lot of putrid liquid in corpse ginseng, and we feel a little uncomfortable on our skin. We are just tired of running for our lives, and we haven’t yet Don't worry about poisoning.

At this time, the fat man choked on the black mist, with tears and runny nose running down his face. He seemed like he couldn't even breathe. He hurriedly retched and stepped back a few steps. The long knife in his hand fell to the ground, and several streaks appeared in the black mist. The tentacles snaked out, about to wrap up the fat man. Seeing that he was in danger, I couldn't help even though I wanted to help. I didn't think much about it at the moment. I picked up a glass bottle on the iron stand and pointed it at the shriveled and wrinkled body of the demon ginseng. The old face threw it over.

The large lump in the specimen bottle, which part of the internal organs was unknown, hit the demon ginseng's face with a bang. The glass jar shattered into countless pieces, and the internal organs and potion inside were splashed all over its body. The corpse ginseng seemed to It is very sensitive to antiseptic fluid, and a stream of black water comes out wherever it comes into contact with the antiseptic fluid.

I suddenly realized that no wonder the corpse ginseng only squeezed in the iron door and stretched out its tentacles to hurt people, instead of completely rushing in to devour everyone. At first, I thought it was because some of its roots remained in the soil, and when I arrived in front of the secret room door It has reached the limit. It turns out that it is afraid of the antiseptic fluid flowing all over the floor. If it hadn't knocked over those bottles and cans just now, it would have come in and killed us long ago. Thinking about it, it keeps on pushing a person under its hands. One glass jar after another was thrown over, and the fat man choked out a mouthful of black blood. Seeing that I succeeded, he and Lao Yangpi also imitated my example, grabbing the bottles with internal organs around them and constantly smashing the corpse ginseng.

There are thousands of specimen storage tanks in the secret room. In an instant, the situation of strength and weakness was reversed. Under the baptism of the torrential rain of antiseptic potion, the corpse was beyond recognition, with its whole body rotting and oozing. It tried to retreat from the secret passage, but it The body was huge, so it was difficult to get in. It had to be squeezed in part by part. At this time, it shrank into a ball, and there was no way to get out. In a short time, it collapsed into a pile and would never move again.

The fat man and I held on to the wall and went over to take a look at Ding Sixian's condition. Although she had not stopped breathing, her face was green and gloomy, and she would not wake up no matter how much we called. When we arrived, we were almost exhausted. I felt exhausted mentally and physically. I didn’t even want to move my fingers. The place was covered with liquid medicine and wet internal organs. There was almost no place to stand. The iron gate was blocked tightly by dead ginseng. No one had the energy to clear the road. I swept around with the light of the lighting tube and saw the silent and motionless masked female corpse lying on the concrete platform. It still maintained its cold and strange posture and remained motionless. There seemed to be nothing unusual. Maybe it was just us. The suspicion was too heavy. Only the platform in front of us was a little clean, but no one wanted to get close to the female corpse at this time. We had to use our last strength and help each other retreat to a relatively dry corner deep in the basement.

We lifted Ding Sitian to the ground and let her lie down, and then sat on the floor, leaning on each other and gasping for breath. We wished we could die. We really didn’t want to suffer this life anymore. I thought about it from time to time. Thinking of Ding Sitian's situation, after taking a deep breath, he had to continue to think of a way for her. Thinking of this, he became worried, and stretched out his hand to feel Ding Sitian's breath, but when he raised his hand, what he touched was a cold bump. With a metal face, the Da Xianbei female corpse that had been parked on the stage in the distance just now was lying next to me silently.

The cold metal touch conveyed the breath from another world. Of course, that world did not belong to the living people. When my fingers touched the metal mask, out of instinct, I was frightened and immediately retracted, but I sat half-sitting. In the corner, I could clearly feel Ding Sitian lying next to me.

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