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Lanterns swayed in the wind.

The whole old house is bright and dark, like an uncertain face.

The village fell silent for a moment, as if the air and time had frozen.

The lantern appeared.

What does this mean?

From what Jia Banxian said, it was not a good sign.

I frowned and looked at the lantern warily in the dark.

"Uuuuuu——"

The skinless blood man howled at the lantern.

I don’t know if it’s wailing or cheering.

The bloody man stopped searching in the village, and stepped on the muddy ground with his bloody feet, one after another walking towards the lantern.

That lantern seemed to be a call.

"Ohh Ohh ohh--"

Howls echoed throughout the village.

Not long after, the bloody people gathered under the lantern from all over.

The dim yellow light shines on the flesh and blood, making it even more ferocious.

The scarlet pupils were staring at the lantern, and the pointed bloody hands were raised. The desire from the heart was terrifying.

But no matter how hard they tried, the bloody hands could not reach the lantern.

A dark and humid mountain village.

In front of an old, darkened house.

A large number of skinless blood people gathered at the door, facing a dim lantern, stretching out their eager hands.

This scene is simply unforgettable.

The dim light flowed back and forth on the bloody people.

Compared with their extreme fanaticism, lanterns seem so unattainable.

Could that be a human skin lantern?

Suddenly, the door of the old house slowly opened a crack.

A pale hand stretched out.

It was obviously a very slight movement, but the blood people seemed to feel great terror and suddenly retreated.

They ran around in fear, hid in well-preserved houses, and closed the doors.

I remembered the distress note I received during the day.

The red shadow flashed through the crack in the window.

Could it be that they are these skinless blood people?

Do they still have consciousness?

Without the activities of the bloody men, the village became quieter.

lifeless.

An indescribable depression is gradually spreading.

The hand that pushed open the door of the old house was pale and had intact skin and flesh.

who is it?

I stared closely at the old house with lanterns hanging on it.

That pale hand slowly pushed open the blackened door.

Under the dim light of the lantern.

A figure gradually emerged from the door.

Why does that figure look familiar?

Just a bald head with no hair.

After standing still for two seconds, the figure slowly raised his legs and stepped out of the threshold, exposing himself to the lantern.

Very modern and fashionable plaid outfit.

Westbrook? !

"hiss--"

The next second, I gasped and my eyes widened.

Westbrook is good, but his whole head is bruised and bloody.

Peel it!

It wouldn't be so scary if he just turned into a skinless blood man, but the scary thing is that he was only skinned from the neck up.

Below the neck, the skin is still intact.

The red and white flesh contrasted sharply with the pale skin.

Even the clothes on his body were clean and not contaminated by blood.

He stood upright under the lantern, his expression unclear.

Is he still alive like this?

It's hard for me to describe my inner feelings. At this moment, I really felt terrified towards the Skinless Village.

Westbrook stood for a few seconds and took stiff steps.

His movements were a little dazed.

The bloody head turned slightly, as if looking for something.

He was mumbling incoherently while searching.

Who turned him into this? Boss?

They kidnap customers just to skin them?

Snap.

snap——

The high-end hiking shoes made a wet sound when stepping on the pitted ground.

When Westbrook gets closer and closer to me.

I finally heard what was being said.

"Where's my face?"

Westbrook stopped next to me, stretched his pale hands forward and scratched the air.

"Where's my face?"

The bloody face turned, and the pupils that had not yet been stained red by blood trembled like an earthquake.

The strong smell of blood came.

I held my breath and refused to look at that extremely terrifying face.

Westbrook didn't notice me, raised his legs and walked slowly to another place.

"Where's my face?"

When Westbrook left, I breathed a sigh of relief.

If he looks like this, he will probably be as immortal as the bloody men in the village.

I'm not so afraid of fighting him, but I don't want the sound of fighting to attract the boss.

Every time he was beaten to death, he would wake up again within three minutes.

At this moment, he must be searching for traces of me everywhere in the village.

Not being able to defeat this feature is simply cheating.

No wonder the live broadcast room gives survival tasks.

I looked up.

The sky was still dark, and there was no sign of dawn.

This night was extremely long.

I haven't felt this way for a long time.

I calmed myself down and listed in my mind what I could do to deal with them.

"It's you!"

Westbrook walked away and suddenly shouted.

It seems that something has been discovered.

I turned to look.

Westbrook stood outside a dilapidated house, his hands on the edge of the hole in the wall, and his head stuck in.

"ah!"

A terrified scream came from inside.

Westbrook's face suddenly appeared at the entrance of the cave.

One can imagine how deeply shocked the people inside were.

"Ahhh!"

"Get away!"

It was Young Master Hao's panicked voice.

"It's you."

Westbrook's voice became excited.

"I finally found you!"

"Give me your face!"

Westbrook squirmed and got into the hole in the wall.

"Get away!"

"Get away!"

Boom boom boom!

Mr. Hao seemed to be frightened, and he yelled and fired several shots.

There were several blood holes in Westbrook's body, and bright red blood flowed out, but his movements did not stop.

Squeeze forcefully into the hole.

"Go away, go away!"

"I didn't do it to your face."

There was chaos inside.

"Idiot, you used up all the bullets!"

Fangfang was the first to run out of the broken house.

"Don't go, help me, help me -"

Mr. Hao struggled to climb out of the door of the broken house and cried to Fangfang.

Fangfang quickly disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

"No--"

"Brother Wei, Wei Shao, I beg you."

"It's not me, it's not me"

Young Master Hao begged desperately for mercy behind him.

"Westbrook, wake up, it's me, I'm Haozi!"

"Wake up, I didn't do it to you, I will avenge you!"

As he screamed, Westbrook stopped his hand and tilted his head to look at him blankly.

"Haozi?"

he repeated in his throat.

"Yes, yes, it's me, it's me!"

Young Master Hao was overjoyed and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Brother Wei, we are good buddies! No matter who hurt you like this, I will never let him go!"

Westbrook looked at him silently for a while.

"Haozi, are we good buddies?"

"That's right, a good buddy!"

"You brought me here."

"Yes Yes."

"If you want to find that drum and ask me to obey you, your family will do it, right?"

"ah"

Mr. Hao originally nodded desperately, but was stared at by Wei Shao's faint gaze.

Immediately, his whole body became hairy, he put his hands on the ground and backed away in fear.

"Wei, Wei Ge, listen to my explanation."

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Young Master Hao was dragged into the dark broken house.

The muddy ground left two deep scratches.