Master of the city

"Zhao, Zhao, Zhao..." Xiaomi was scared, pointed to the direction of Lao Hu and knew to shout "Zhao". Zhang Fan didn't know what he meant for a moment. Do you want to cover her?

"Zhao, Zhao, changed, changed!"

Anxious millet finally spit out two words. Zhang Fan suddenly remembered that Lao Hu was in charge of his back just now. He called Xiao Zhao according to his moustache and quickly turned his head to look at it.

The man on Lao Hu's back is not a moustache at all!

No, no, no, it should still be a moustache, but it was covered with a tan dry skin.

Moustache was originally dressed. The human skin wrapped him up and made him look puffy, which made him even more disgusting. The smile on the human skin face also appears more strange.

"Lao Hu! Throw away the people you have

The human skin seems to be adapting to the body of moustache. The two necks that used to be on Lao Hu's shoulders were raised high and swayed randomly. The eyes were dry, and the eyes that belonged to moustache were staring at Lao Hu's neck.

"What do you mean? You want me to give up when I'm in danger? Are you here to save people or to kill people

It's not the first time that Zhang Fan has given up his moustache. Lao Hu is very dissatisfied with it. He stares at Zhang Fan with his bloodshot eyes and doesn't notice the change of the person on his back.

"Fool! He is possessed Zhang Fan saw that Lao Hu was not enlightened, but also very helpless. He yelled and rushed to Lao Hu, who was five or six steps away from him.

This distance is not long, but the thing on Lao Hu's back moves faster. As Zhang Fan rushes over, the monster presses Lao Hu's shoulder with his left hand and stabs Lao Hu in the back of the head with his right hand juxtaposed into a knife.

"Bang"

"Puchi"

two sounds sounded almost at the same time. When Zhang Fan's high whip leg hit the monster's head, the monster's hand was also inserted into the back of Lao Hu's head.

Zhang Fan was in a hurry, and his strength was very strong. The monster turned over from Lao Hu's back. After landing on the ground, he rolled a few times to stabilize himself. Because the place where he was kicked was his head, and his neck had shown a very strange angle. It was obvious that his cervical vertebra had been broken, and an eye bead had been squeezed out of his eye socket under the powerful blow It's very frightening.

Lao Hu's body shakes a few times in situ, "Putong" kneels down, and then lies down on the ground, with a big opening on the back of his head. The bright red blood and white brain are flowing out wantonly. He is dead.

Zhang Fan sighed helplessly.

Lao Hu is a good man. He doesn't abandon his companions. If it's just a few polite words, he has enough steps to drop his moustache under Zhang Fan's repeated demands. But this does not abandon does not give up is actually not a good thing in some time.

Just like the corpses on Mount Everest, which were used as landmarks by the latecomers, didn't their companions and relatives want to rescue them or transport their corpses down? Of course those people have.

However, all climbers understand that their environment is not a safe place to go down the mountain with the near dead or corpses. They can only waste their physical strength and finally leave a frozen corpse on Mount Everest, which is rarely seen.

Don't give up, don't give up, also score situation.

"Brother Hu, Wu Wu..." After stuttering for a long time, Xiaomi finally spat out a "brother Hu" and then cried out with a "wow". Fortunately, this sister is not stupid. She knows that she runs to Zhang Fan and drags the corner of her clothes to seek his protection.

The little man with a wound on his leg also came over. He was shaking like a quail. He didn't see the whole process like Xiaomi, but it didn't prevent him from trying to understand how Lao Hu died.

"Kara Kara", who was wriggled by the moustache with human skin, stood up from the ground, wriggled his head several times without knowing the pain, and finally straightened the crooked head with his hands.

"He, he's all like this. He won't be alive!" The little man was also stuttered. As an archaeologist, he had seen a lot of ancient tombs and disgusting things. However, he had never seen this kind of monster who set his neck hard except in horror movies.

"That's living? It's just a corpse manipulated by the outer skin. Whether I kick him or not just now, that moustache is dead. " Zhang Fan took out a small stack of fire amulets from his bag and held them in his hand. His skin was dry and he was very afraid of fire. Just as he wanted to attach himself to Xiaomi, that one was burned to ashes in a twinkling of an eye.

Zhang Fan is not afraid of this kind of thing with obvious weakness. It's just that the place is really strange. Moreover, there are no less than 30 skin monsters on the houses nearby, all waiting for the opportunity.

The human skin monster attached to the moustache's face twitched a few times and made a very strange expression. This kind of thing obviously can't control the vocal cords of the person who bends over. It can only express its emotions in this way. This expression can be interpreted as a sneer?

"Go to your second uncle, what are you laughing at! Disgusting thingAs soon as Zhang Fan shakes his hand, a fire symbol flies out and becomes a fireball in mid air.

Obviously aware of the fire, the human skin monster quickly dodges and sees that Zhang Fan pinches another piece of talisman paper to throw away. The goods turn around and sayazi runs away towards the end of the street

It's a little silly.

Is this a monster? Is this really a monster?

Shouldn't monsters have only one tendon and rush to fight and kill when they see living people, eat meat and drink blood? Nima, what are you doing? Come on, you're just a skin freak. Okay! You have no brain, OK! What are you running for!

Zhang Fan's heart called a Tucao, just make complaints about these things in the square, but didn't think that this thing is special soft feet shrimp, see the urge of the fierce, early know so, just do not need to run so anxious, slowly find out the way out will not be ambushed by two pee.

"You two, go ahead of me." Zhang Fan ignited a fire amulet and threw it to his head. The fireball exploded in the air, splashing a little spark. All the skin monsters on the surrounding houses were shocked by this hand, and they all shrunk and did not dare to come up again.

"Shall we go ahead? Why? " Xiaomi is really scared. This man is very powerful and will set fire. Why let them go ahead? Is it to let them find their way?

"If you walk behind me, you'll be covered in leather. I can't see you." Why do these archaeologists think that others will take them as stepping on thunder? Before Li Qing is, this millet is also, really speechless.

"Oh, oh. I see, but which way shall we go? " Xiaomi nodded timidly, understood Zhang Fan's meaning, but the problem came immediately.

Before Zhang Fan came, he was guided by the blood on the ground, and he knew which side he came from, so he naturally knew which side to go.

But now they just stand on a long street, gray on both sides of the city. There are blood stains on both sides of the street.

This question even Zhang Fan was asked.

The compass can't work in such a heavy place. Even if it can be used, he doesn't know where he came from.

"It's better to hit the road than choose the road. Let's go this way. If we get around the previous square, we will turn back. If we don't see the square, it should be the way out."

Helpless, Zhang fan can only be hoodwinked. However, before he set out on the road, he took more care, removed some wood from the broken house on the side of the road, piled it in the middle of the road, ignited it with a fire sign, and made a bonfire.

The bloodstain that had just been cut off by the wall made Zhang Fan have a bad guess. A bonfire could be used as a way back, and it was convenient for him to observe whether his guess was true. As for Lao Hu's body, he didn't have much time to clean it up. He didn't want to take anyone who was dying. Let alone a corpse. Let's put it like this. Anyway, there are too many corpses in this underground palace, and there isn't one more Lao Hu.

Before they set out on the road, Xiaomi and Xiaozi each took a wooden stick with a burning head as a torch. One is to light the road, and the other is to defend themselves. Since human skin monsters are afraid of fire, it must be right to take a torch.

Three people carefully walked forward for a while, did not see the square, three people feel more secure, think they choose this road is right.

But more than a mile later, when we saw the row of houses at the end of the road, everyone's face became very ugly. Just as when I came out of the square, the road and blood were cut off by the row of houses in front of me.

Zhang Fan looked back and saw that there were two places with weak fire light in the sky, one of which was far to the left of their way, the other was on the right of their way, which was also a little far away from the road behind them. And they came all the way, straight, without turning a corner.

"Mr. Zhang, what's the matter? What shall we do now? " On the road, there are a few chat, Xiaomi at least know Zhang Fan's name.

"Don't panic, we are now in a big maze of mechanisms. The whole town is one institution. The people who built this place are really big

When he fled the square, Zhang Fan doubted it. The bloodstain on the ground has dried up for many years. It can't be forged by someone or a monster. It's clearly the bloodstain on the road that somehow touches the wall. Zhang Fan suspects that the square can turn. Now the direction of the fire undoubtedly confirms this.

One of the two fires was the bonfire they lit, and the other was the corpse pile that was lit in the square. They were supposed to be on the road and roadside behind them, but now they changed their position.