weird world corpse

Chapter 395
"That chicken...is weird." Fang Mu stared at the back of the middle-aged man on crutches, and said thoughtfully, "That chicken's eyes are not what it should be."

Qing Ruowu didn't object, and said equally solemnly: "Why don't you go and inform Jian Tiansi...uh."

Halfway through the conversation, she couldn't continue.

Because everything around has changed.

I saw that the original clear scenery disappeared in an instant, replaced by a blur.

Other than that, the only thing that was clear was the Heiye Village in front of him.

Fang Mu turned his head abruptly, his pupils shrank slightly.

After the vague darkness appeared, Guiyi and the others disappeared.

In other words, there are only him and Qing Ruowu left here.

Although there was an unexpected situation, Fang Mu did not panic.

Guiyi and the others are not necessarily in danger, the three of them together have a high combat power.

Fang Mu pondered for a moment, then said lightly: "It seems that someone doesn't want us to go, this is different from what Li Gong encountered."

"Master Li Gong?" Qing Ruowu was full of doubts.

Fang Mu didn't answer, but thought carefully.

There is a problem here, a big problem.

Why did Li Gong never encounter anything other than strange things after he came here.

But after he came, he encountered such a strange thing, a rooster, and a middle-aged man on crutches talking madly, all these strange phenomena revealed an unusual point - Qing Ruowu.

If you think of him as Lee Gon, it's equivalent to him coming here alone, maybe you won't encounter such a strange thing.

But now that there is one more Qing Ruowu, such an outrageous situation has happened.

Qing Ruowu had already said before that she had a deep feeling.

It is false to say that the two are linked together.

As if sensing Fang Mu's gaze, Qing Ruowu moved uncomfortably.

Now that there is no way out, Qing Ruowu feels like when they first met in Jinglong County, they also have no way out.

Fang Mu took a deep breath and said, "Go in and have a look."

If there is no way back, then push forward and sideways, there is no other choice.

The more hopeless the situation is, the less you can hesitate, and you will lose if you hesitate.

After getting Fang Mu's decision, Qing Ruowu didn't question it either.

The two walked closer to the village.

As soon as I stepped in, a cold feeling hit my face. Compared with the outside of the village, the temperature inside dropped several degrees.

The village was extremely quiet, it was already late at night, and there was no one on the street.

The middle-aged man on crutches who spoke crazily just now has disappeared, and there are no footprints left on the street.

Qing Ruowu looked around and asked, "What should we do now?"

Fang Mu rubbed his chin and said, "Ask someone."

After the two discussed it, they planned to find a family to take a look at.

Unexpectedly, there was a voice at this time.

"Young man, are you lost in the mountains?"

Fang Mu was startled, turned around hastily, and saw an old woman staggering slowly approaching.

Behind the old woman, there was a thick, mountainous darkness.

Every time the old woman took a step, there was a sound of footsteps.

In the silent night, the feeling became more and more pervasive.

Fang Mu narrowed his eyes slightly: "That's right, we got lost, old man, I wonder if we can stay here for a while."

Qing Ruowu clenched the talisman sword in his hand, feeling a little strange.

For some reason, ever since this old woman appeared, an indescribable anger arose in her heart.

That's right, it was anger. That kind of anger soared into the sky, and she almost couldn't hold back the talisman sword.

She was sure that this anger was not due to her sister's death, but from an inexplicable source.

The old woman smiled, and all the creases on her face were piled together: "Yes, my husband is the village head here, why don't you go live at my home."

Fang Mu nodded cooperatively: "That's really great."

"Then... come on."

The old woman stopped talking and started to lead them.

While walking, Fang Mu suddenly asked a question.

"Old man." Fang Mu said leisurely, "I heard that a woman died here, do you know?"

In front, the old woman paused and turned around.

In the darkness, the old woman's eyes became colder and colder.

"That girl is really miserable." The old woman sighed, "She had her head pulled out alive, and she still had her spine."

Fang Mu turned into a butcher's knife: "The old man doesn't seem to be afraid at all?"

"It's our age." The old woman said with a smile, "I've already seen all kinds of things, so what's there to be afraid of?"

Fang Mu flashed the pig-killing knife: "Aren't you afraid of this?"

The old woman shook her head and said, "The butchers in the village often use it, so I'm not afraid of it after getting used to it."

A knife flashed, and the old woman's head fell to the ground.

Qing Ruowu stared blankly, and drew his sword at the slightest disagreement?
Fang Mu touched the blade of the butcher's knife, and said, "There is no blood."

When Qing Ruowu heard the words, she hurriedly looked over, with a trace of surprise on her face.

The old woman whose head was in a different place did not move, and the wound did not flow out of blood, instead it was full of branches.

Yes, it is a branch.

The old woman was actually supported by branches, as if a layer of human skin had been covered on the branches.

Fang Mu pulled it twice with a butcher's knife, and even brushed it with his hand, but there was nothing abnormal.

Isn't it weird that the corpse touch technique was not triggered?

Just when Fang Mu was wondering, he didn't expect everything in front of him to change.

The old woman got up, picked up the head that had rolled to the side, and put it on it neatly.

"As you get older, your body is prone to problems." The old woman said in a broken voice: "Young man, let me lead you the way again."

After speaking, the old woman was about to leave, as if nothing had happened.

Fang Mu quickly stretched out his hand and pressed the old woman's shoulder.

For a while, the surroundings became quiet.

The old woman turned her head and looked at Fang Mu with dull eyes.

Fang Mu shook his head and said, "It's okay, you lead the way."

The corpse touching technique still didn't trigger, the old woman in front of me was either not weird, or Fang Mu didn't kill her completely, so the corpse touching technique didn't trigger.

Since Fang Mu couldn't kill him completely, Fang Mu planned to try to follow the rhythm of the old woman.

The old woman led the two of them along the way, and finally came to a wooden house.

"It's here, it's here."

While talking, the old woman opened the door.

The inside of the door was dim, with only one oil lamp, but in the darkness, this oil lamp seemed to be extinguished at any time.

In front of the oil lamp, an old man was holding a book and reading.

The old man was also wrinkled, and he raised his head after hearing the noise.

"Gollum..."

The head rolled to the ground.

The old man picked up the head slowly, and said mockingly: "You are old, your body is useless, you are lost, come first and rest your feet."

The tone was kind, if it wasn't for the head that rolled down at the beginning, maybe Fang Mu really believed it.

Fang Murao said with interest: "Okay, you can arrange a room for us."

　It's a bit late, and today is a bit busy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)