The sarcophagus is like a square piece of tofu, with tight lids and delicate patterns carved on it. The patterns are as thick as fingers, like words, and like all kinds of strange animals. The patterns spread to the ground, reaching half a meter around the sarcophagus, forming a regular circular pattern.

The carvings on the ground are centered on the sarcophagus, radiating a line to the four corners, and a circle is carved at the end, and the white candle is located just in the center of the circle.

The whole ground is like a delicate work of art.

However, I had no intention of appreciating it. It was a sarcophagus, and the dead who had been corrupted for many years were lying inside!

I am not a killer or a forensic doctor, I am just an ordinary slut! No matter how brave I am, I can't resist the fear of living in the same room with the dead.

Cold sweat flowed along my forehead to my cheeks, and along my neck to my collar.

Then there are tears

The gangster behind me simply buried his head on my back, and his body trembled like a sieve.

The wind whistled behind me, and the cold was biting.

I didn't dare to breathe, and stood for about half a minute, and my heart kept giving in.

But the passage at the other end of the tomb chamber attracted my attention. The passage was very short, about twenty meters, so I could clearly see the flowers and plants outside through the passage.

My heart was beating wildly. Twenty meters away, and a sprint came. The problem was that we had to pass through the sarcophagus. The sarcophagus accounted for one-quarter of the ground of the entire tomb. When we passed by the sarcophagus, we would have an intimate contact with the sarcophagus. I was repulsed and unwilling from the bottom of my heart.

I always feel that this tomb is a bit weird, especially the carvings covered on it.

No, no, this is the coffin of a dead person, don’t be afraid! Don’t be afraid!

I kept cheering myself up, and the gangster was so scared that I could only take him away.

"Puzi, I'll go out in front, we'll rush in a while!" I said to Puzi.

The pluck did not respond, so I treated it as a default. I took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and pulled the pluck into a sprint.

Immediately afterwards, I kicked my feet, and suddenly a pull came from behind. I loosened my hand and took off the punk's hand and threw a dog to eat shit.

My nerves were tense, and I jumped up regardless of the pain, and turned around and glared at the ruffian.

As a result, the next scene made me feel bad.

The gangster's eyes were dull and he was distracted, moving slowly, like a puppet carrying a string, his whole body was soft. He walked to the sarcophagus and knelt down at the sarcophagus with a plop.

I was shocked and asked the punk in a voice, what are you doing!

Without any reaction, I was so anxious that I burst into tears. Seeing the gangster holding his head, rolling his eyes, then folding his hands together, kowtowed respectfully to the sarcophagus, and chanting obscure language, not Mandarin or local Wu.

My head was blank, I ran over to pull the punk and said, "Go away! What are you doing? Don't scare me!"

However, the gangster was astonishingly powerful as he was embedded on the ground, and no matter how hard I tried, it would not move at all.

I suddenly remembered what I saw on TV before, when a person was possessed by a ghost, which was not much different from what a gangster looked like now!

No, is there really a ghost in this world?

Cold sweat was like morning dew, covering my forehead and spine. The cold wind blew up, making my hair stand upright like ice ridges. My legs that had been firm until now finally couldn't resist the erosion of fear and began to sway.

The exit is right in front of me. I want to run away, but I can't leave the gangster behind. He is my loyal friend. He has been a kind of guy. The relationship between us is stronger than iron.

But I don't know what he is doing now, and he kowtowed and muttered to himself like a mentally retarded person.

Ghost possessed? I dare not think about it.

To get out, I had to wake up the punk, so I ran to him, and when he raised his head, he grabbed his chin, and shaved his ears and slapped his face, which made him swollen like a pig's head, but it didn't work, so I went to pinch others again.

After pinching it down, the punk turned his eyes and stared at me straight away. I saw a tremendous anger and harshness in his eyes, as if he was about to eat me. I was so scared that I suddenly retracted my hand and retreated repeatedly.

Suddenly, the gangster suddenly burst out and rushed towards me. I screamed and wanted to retreat, but he suddenly threw himself to the ground. The two of them hugged each other and rolled on the ground. The gangster opened his mouth and bit my shoulder. The biting force caught up with a wild dog. I screamed and wanted to push him away, but the gangster was as strong as an old cow. His arms were tightly clamped me, and his bones were clattering loudly. I felt that my bones were about to break.

We rolled several times, and our heads hit the sarcophagus at the same time. I was dizzy and the world was spinning.

At this time, the punk didn't feel the pain at all. He suddenly felt relieved and retreated to the sarcophagus, and kept kowtowing and lying.

I also took a long time to get up, my head was buzzing with pain. I saw the gangster beating again, and I was so angry that I felt a little courage out of thin air and cursed: "My xx mom"

He rushed towards the punk. As soon as the punk kowtowed, I suddenly pounced on him and rode on him. I was not polite, and I just fisted to greet him!

Although the punk and I are as good as our legs, we used to fight each other when we have a disagreement. We know each other well and we can be considered as not fighting or begging each other.

So I didn't care about it and didn't feel at ease in my conscience.

Suddenly, the tomb chamber suddenly turned black and the candles in four corners were extinguished at the same time.

I held my hand in the air, and a chill suddenly came up along my spine, instantly destroying my burning flames.

At this time, the gangster stopped resisting and lay straight on the ground.

I felt a coldness coming out of his body as I rode on him, just like the air conditioner blowing out of the refrigerator, slid up along my arms.

I was covered in goosebumps and didn't dare to move.

OK!

A heavy but harsh sound suddenly sounded in the dark, making people feel sour, it was the sound of two stones rubbing!

There are stones here, isn’t it just a sarcophagus!

My hair was so scared that I stood up straight, and I pulled the punk into the corner. Fortunately, the punk was like a dead person at this time, and I was dragged to it.

What's the thing pushing the lid of the sarcophagus? Or is the guy inside the sarcophagus coming out!

call--

The sound of breathing, like a wild boar or an old cow, came from the location of the sarcophagus. There must be something on the sarcophagus! My head was in chaos at this time and I couldn't judge what it was to take. Anyway, what else would be related to the coffin besides the dead?

Another sound was heavy and thick, mixed with a rotten smell, which filled the entire tomb in an instant. The smell was like a whole person falling into a garbage dump. My stomach was overturned and I almost vomited, and my cheeks were so sore that my throat kept squirming.

Wow

Something was crying, this time it was really crying! I heard it very clearly in the entire tomb chamber, and there were more than one, as if several women were sobbing and sobbing around, one after another, and the whole atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point, turning the tomb chamber into an ice cellar.

I felt my heart suddenly stopping, and tears flowed down like a broken dam, but I didn't dare to make any sound.

I'm going to die! I'm going to die! What's the sound?

Talk! Talk!

It seemed like the sound of footsteps of a person jumping barefoot, with rhythmic rhythms, and there seemed to be liquid on his feet. At first, it was sometimes far and sometimes close, but later it gradually approached me. The footsteps led my heart to beat violently.

In the darkness, I couldn't see anything, shivering in the corner, trembling, and sweat as big as beans fell like rain.

As the blood completely filled my whole body, I covered my ears and refused to receive the sounds around me. I grinned and wanted to cry, but immediately covered myself.

Perhaps this is the real fear, which is far more fierce than the fear of being scolded by my parents, just like a sharp claw that grabbed my heart hard and ravaged it freely, making my whole body solidify.

Later I encountered countless ghosts that were even more terrifying and powerful than this time, and even wandered on the edge of death countless times, but I never felt the fear I experienced this day again. This fear was burned into my heart like a soldering iron. Even later, when I recalled it, my heart still felt a faint tremor.

Suddenly, I felt my neck being pinned tightly by one hand. The hand was dry and as cold as frost, like the icicles of winter. It made me shudder, and my sharp nails pierced my skin like eagles' claws, making me tremble all over.

I was lifted up. I wanted to shout to vent my fear, but I found that I could not make any sound at all. I felt a suffocation surge into my brain, and I couldn't breathe and my face turned red.

I was once curious about what it would be like to hang myself on TV. At this time, I fully experienced the feeling of suffocation, blank brain, and Venus in both eyes.

I'm going to die

roar!

The guy in front of me suddenly roared at me, and in an instant a rotten smell of the body mixed with feces stench came to my face. My stomach suddenly surging, and I sprayed the glutinous rice balls along with breakfast. Yes, because I was pinched to my throat, the vomit was sprayed out in a water-like columnar shape, directly covering the guy's face.

In an instant, the guy's face made a hissing sound, as if the meat chop was burned. The guy also screamed and threw me away. My back hit the wall heavily, and my blood surging, and he vomited two mouthfuls of fishy blood.

Ah why I am so miserable and have to endure such pain at a young age. It is better to faint like a gangster. Death is also in my dream without a trace of pain.

I really wish I could die directly at that time, which was also a kind of relief.

Growing in a greenhouse, I felt the torture from fate for the first time.

Perhaps, long-term comfort may not be good, because no one knows when life will stab you with a sharp knife, making you worse than death.

The guy howled for a while, suddenly rushed towards me, biting hard on my thigh. His teeth were as sharp as a blade, almost piercing my legs. In an instant, the hot blood was like a spring, making me scream.

I was bitten by a crazy gangster just now, but now I am bitten by an unknown monster. What kind of evil am I doing?

But then I felt my blood being constantly sucked from the wound and entering the monster's mouth. The monster grabbed me tightly, preventing me from moving, and sucking greedily.

I cried loudly, with tears and snot in my eyes and noses. I felt my blood slowly passing by, my body became colder and colder, as if I was locked in an ice cellar. In the end, I was weak and I didn't even have the strength to cry.

I felt my body fluttering and wanted to fly into the sky.

Really dying

He raised his head and looked up, and his eyelids began to fight non-stop.

And a blue light gradually flashed in my sight
Chapter completed!