Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

The man pointed to the base of the wall and asked me to look at it, where there was a layer of sticky white dirt, and he reached out and scraped something that seemed to be fat on his fingertips. Leaning in to sniff it, it was a terrible smell, and the fishy smell of the cellar was emanating from them.

"When I first locked in the house, I was awakened by the smell, and at first I thought it was the drug dealer who had returned, and that he might have seen the woman cheating and was going to lynch me. As a result, I heard the voice of only one person upstairs, and thought to myself, maybe it had a special fetish, maybe it would be very exciting. As a result, it snorted and turned on the light, and I saw that just a few meters away at my feet, there was a rotting corpse, and its entire head was bitten off, and these white flowers were the brains of dead people, and I don't know how many people were killed by it. When the man saw that the shackles had been opened by me, he couldn't help but relax and asked, "What's the matter with you?

I nodded, describing the cause and effect. When the man heard that I was an old acquaintance with her, and knew that it was a monster, he couldn't help but scream, saying that I must be insane, or that I was just a madman, how could I knowingly run to my death?

"Because I can't find a reason why she wants to hurt me, even now. All my friends knew her and agreed to meet tomorrow. And if she kills me here, how will she tell the people, what is she trying to do?".

"It's said it all of its own, there's no reason it just likes to kill. I'll admit I'm a little, but I don't sin to death, do I? And it seduces me, and I never force it to do anything. The man sighed, patted me on the shoulder with his stump arm, and said, "I'll tell you what happens next." It won't kill you the first day, but this monster won't stop beating you. Its purpose is to make you surrender spiritually and fall on your knees in the soul until you dare not even look at it. "

Just as the man spat and described his tragic ordeal, a sound sounded from outside the stairs in the distance, as if the door had been opened. Seeing this, he was so frightened that he hurriedly tried to hit the wall, but I reached out and dragged him. The man was so angry that he stomped his feet again and again, saying that as long as he was awake, he would inevitably be beaten again, and he was already extremely weak, and he might die with a whimper. But now that I'm here, he might be able to escape by pretending to be dead.

"I know she's very powerful, and I've seen her slash and slash with my own eyes, but this witch is not invincible, I know some of her weaknesses, and if I use it properly, I might be able to kill her. Come on, come on, I can bear the beating, just lie down!".

I quietly came to the doorway and looked around, it was still pitch black, and it seemed to be an illusion, the unbreakable door of the building had not been opened, and it was probably the strange sound of the water pipes in the cellar. But when I got down the stairs, I saw a wide and heavy iron plate in front of the road, and in it was a half-cut rotten suckling pig, dripping with yellow sauce and pus, and flies and moths were flying around the pile of rotten meat.

"Is this strange? Did she send this plate of stinky pigs to scare people?" I frowned, and returned to the cell with the broken basin, trying to ask the reason, but the man's eyes shot a green light, and he quickly stepped forward and fell to the ground to eat it, and I was disgusted again and again.

"I haven't eaten for at least two days, so I can only drink my own urine to quench my thirst, and you can taste it too, and I can barely swallow it. If we want to escape, we have to keep our strength!" Seeing that I was far away, he scooped up the pig's head and gnawed wildly, and spoke indistinctly. At this moment, a slight cough was heard in the distance, but not from the top of our heads, but from the back of our backs.

"Eh, do you hear me?" I fumbled to the base of the wall and asked, "It's not a delusion, it must have been made by a human." "

"You think that's it? The female demon will deliberately make a loud noise when she comes down to violence, and it is meant to make you tremble. I hear coughing all the time, and it's probably someone else locked up. The man burped, asked me for a cigarette, and said, "There are several of them locked up here besides me, I don't know if they are dead or not, but I happened to be awake when you came down anyway!"

"I've really convinced you, why didn't you say this kind of big thing earlier?" I turned my head in annoyance and began to look for the sound. The man was very confused, and followed closely to the bottom of the porch, and asked me why I had lost my temper at him, and the others had been locked up before he had been framed, and the poor creatures were too weak to speak, and probably all died.

"There is great strength in the number of people, and the more people who save it, the more power there is. That witch can find you instantly wherever you're hiding, and her eyes are different from ours. And the sense of smell is also more sensitive than ordinary people, and it is very tenacious and belligerent. In short, if we want to clean her up, we have to use Tao. I pointed around and asked, "Now that you know the secret of the blade, where else are the little things around here?"

The man replied that the old demon had thrown a lot of sharp weapons under it, and that it had done it on purpose, in order to give you hope, and then kicked you back into the miserable hell again and again. As long as you have the heart, go to the cellar and dig through the piles of debris, you should be able to find all kinds of tools, maybe even a pistol. He and I worked around the area, and sure enough, we found quite a few things, including iron barbells, a spatula, a few steel drills for knitting sweaters, and a few large bags of damp quicklime. With them, I finally have some confidence in my heart.

"Don't forget me, you wait for me, see if Lao Tzu goes up and beats you to death!" Groping in, there was indeed a figure sitting in the corner, and when I looked closer, this person was so rotten that he was highly dehydrated and exposed his bones, and had been dead for at least half a year. Then, with the help of the men, I pried open the remaining four iron doors one by one, and the broken house was either empty or upside down with rotting corpses, and in the last room, there were two human figures, one was a slightly smelly male corpse that had died not long ago, and the other was an old woman tied up with duct tape, skinny, and drowsy and barely able to breathe.

"Leave her alone, only the breath that comes out and the air that goes in doesn't come in, this person can't survive eighty percent. The man glanced at the old woman in a panic, then came up to me and dragged me, and asked, "What do you mean by positioning?

"What if she's you?" I glared at him angrily, pointed in the direction of the door, and said, "I'll do the work, you might as well go up the stairs and stick to the door to listen, what is the witch up to?" "

After the man was reluctant to leave, I carefully examined the old woman's whole body, and there were no ecchymoses and no bruising, and she did not seem to have been beaten. Her nose twitched, her head slowly leaned towards me, and she shook open her pockets to see that it was half a hamburger left over from lunch. As soon as it was handed to the old woman, she snatched it and devoured it, and I was afraid that she would choke, so I went to the nearby gutter to get a small glass of water. When she returned to her place, the old woman crawled away, and when she looked back, she was kneeling in the man's cell, having eaten the stinky pig to the ground, and was licking the plate.

When the man heard that I was leaning against the wall and vomiting, he turned back from the crossing, and when he saw that his cheese had been moved, he trembled with anger, and he couldn't help but raise his arm to repair the old woman. I hurriedly hugged him and rolled to the ground, and just then, the old woman eased up.

"I'm so hungry," she retorted, waving her hand in a hurry, "and I'll give you everything as long as I can be sent home." "

According to the old woman, ten days ago, she went out to walk her dog at night, and had someone push a black car in the middle of the road, and when she woke up, she was locked here, and no one answered her shouting. Next to him was a half-dead young man, who was too badly injured to speak. A few days later, the witch went down to prison, and tortured her by not eating, and pointed to the dying man and said that he would soon hang up, and if he felt hungry, he could use him as rations. Soon after, the young man died, she was so hungry that she had to gnaw on the dead man's fingers, but she was toothless and weak, and there were no tools nearby, and the hard zombie was really hard to swallow, and the person was so hungry that she couldn't get up, so she had to curl up and sleep all day to save heat.

"When this female demon was still a human, she was a tyrannical killer, in a ghost place, I witnessed her become a half-demon, I thought that we had a relationship with each other, so that she would not be plotted by her, but the result was still a trap. I sat down along the corner of the wall and began to discuss the strategy, seeing that the eyes of the two of them were concerned, I couldn't help waving my hand and said: "Don't be scared back as soon as you hear the demon, in fact, this kind of thing is the same as a person, if you cut off your head and split it into two pieces, you will still die." It also sees with its eyes, hears with its ears and smells with its nose. We just need to find an opportunity to deprive her of her sight and sight in an instant, and not to entangle with her without any more entanglement, so that we can escape from this demon cave. "

"No, I'm not leaving, she said last time that if I survive in two weeks, she'll let me go home. When the old woman heard this, she shook her head again and again, and sighed, "After calculating, I have four days left, and as long as I stay for enough days, I will not take any risks." "

"If you can be lucky, only today, if we both run away, you will have no chance!" Seeing that this old woman was so ungrown, I had to look at the man, who also had a frightened face, and seemed to feel unreliable, looking at the severed hand in a daze. I shoved the man and asked, "Did you hear anything when you went up the stairs?" and what is she doing now?".

"It's strange, why hasn't it come down for so long?" the man was muttering to himself, and I tried my best to push himself back to his senses, "why do you want me to go, if I just go up, and it pushes the door down, isn't it the first time I've been beaten?

These two people are both scheming and prevaricating, which makes me lose all my thoughts, and even has a kind of idea of leaving them to fend for themselves. But if I don't convince them, I won't be able to deal with Miriya alone, and it will take a concerted effort. I had to let them do what they could, and that was positioning. What is positioning? It is to hide all kinds of sticks and knives collected in the corners, in case you can't resist or throw off the weapon during the fight, you can quickly run to the next place and hold it in your hand, so as not to be too passive. There were also three packets of quicklime, I asked them to open them one after another, each holding a handful in his hand, and when forget-me-not came down, he could sprinkle it on her pair of covers, and then while it rolled to the ground, he hurried upstairs to lock the door and quickly escape from here.

Thinking about it, I crept up the stairs, put my ears close to the iron door and eavesdropped, there seemed to be someone in the hall, talking to her, I don't know what soundproofing materials were installed in this door, and the two people outside were talking very loudly, but they couldn't tell a word. Soon after, the two seemed to have agreed to leave together, and as the gate was slammed shut, the sound of a sports car engine could be heard in the distance.

"God help me, if you don't run now, when will you wait?" I quickly returned to the broken house, picked up two iron hammers, and fiddled with the door lock. When the old woman and the man heard the noise, they looked around, only to hear a crisp click, and the door of the building was pried open by my divine hand, and the warm light of the setting sun shone obliquely!

"Little brother, you are really capable. The man hid behind the iron door and looked left and right, judging that there was no more danger before coming out, and he was overjoyed. Before he could finish speaking, he saw the fruit basket on the kitchen desk, rushed in, grabbed bananas and apples, and filled them in his stomach. I took the old woman with bad eyes and beckoned them not to rub in, now it's time to go on the road.

This ending is good, at least I don't have to stab forget-me-not, maybe she will not hesitate to chop off my head, but I can't do it if I want to kill the killer, after all, she is a beautiful woman. After only a few steps, there was no sound behind him, and when she turned around, the old woman also broke into the kitchen, and was pouring in front of the refrigerator, holding the milk carton and refusing to let go.

"I said, what's wrong with you two, do you want to go or not?" I glanced at them in disgust, and headed straight for the hall door. In short, I have taken people out of the cellar, and after that, their life and death depend on creation, and it has nothing to do with me. Just as I tried to twist the brass lock, my hand stopped in mid-air and quickly turned back into the hall. One was because I had pulled my bag in the cellar cell, and the other was that the two of them were arguing in the kitchen for some reason.

When I got to the kitchen door, I was shocked by the bloody scene of the man holding a hammer and knocking the old woman to the ground, intending to crush her to death. I hurriedly stepped forward and dragged the man away, but I was still one step too late, and the old woman's head had become a bloody gourd.

"Aren't you crazy?" I snatched the hammer and threw it away, criing out, "Why did you shoot her to death for no reason?"

"She's crazy! Do you know what the old thing has done?" the man slipped to the ground, panting, wiping the blood from his face, and said, "She went around my back without a sound, grabbed me violently, and yelled in all directions! So she pestered me for meritorious service! What else could I do if I didn't kill her? You and she are both abnormal, don't mind my business!".

With that, he picked himself up and ran down the hall, and soon there was a frenzied slamming of the door. While he was busy, I crawled to see the old woman's movements, her face was blurred with flesh and blood, and she had not yet taken her breath, but she was not far from the ghost gate. Before her head fell to her shoulders, she squeezed out a few words with her last breath, electric switch, and then her hands and feet twitched, and she completely burped.

"Well, you're in the same league as that monster!" the man's voice outside the kitchen door flickered, and he quickly walked to the other end of the hall, and with the sound of his footsteps, he seemed to have climbed to the second floor. I was confused, and I couldn't help but come to the door of the hall to check, it turned out that in addition to the lock that was hit, the door was also wrapped with iron chains, and in the left corner, an alarm disguised as an electric meter, the receiver was jumping green dots. This is all a sign that Miriyah is very cunning, and how could she leave without warning? Even if she has never seen me do anything when she was in the shadows, she has heard from others that I am very good at picking locks. It's a trap, the alarm must be connected to the phone, and she may be hiding nearby, peeking inside the house with a wicked smile.

There was a crackling sound of rummaging boxes and cabinets upside down from upstairs, and the man didn't know what he was doing. I remember when I first came to this mansion, there was a glass door on the side, and if it was also chained, I would just have to pick up a folding chair and smash the glass. With that in mind, I began to head to the back of the room, and as I walked back to the piano, I saw a worn-out tape recorder on the table, and the constant noise of a disk running idle. And on the buttons and carpet, there was blood from the man's severed limbs, and he had been here before and pressed the machine to hear it.

"I see that you are sinking very well underneath, and you are not trembling at all because I pulled out my heart, and the thief's guts are as big as last night, and you are not at all worried that Dixie will know about this?

"If you want me to do anything big, just ask. I hope you can be happy every day like you are now. "

"Let's go shopping, I'll order some food, do you have any taboos? "

"I'm a wall grass, and I don't pay attention to who I am loyal to, and I will help whoever is strong. But, after the battle of the Eclipse Dojo, I don't think you can beat her, Dixie is fierce. By the way, will the half-demon get pregnant? I'm a beast, why should I be afraid of you?".

I gasped, and instantly understood why the man was spitting at me. It turned out that eavesdropping through the iron door, the vague answer between the two people outside was the conversation between the two of us secretly recorded by Miriya, this damn witch has been premeditated to kill me since the early morning, all the affectionate, gentle and provocative love words, are all luring the wolf into the trap!

I underestimate her so much! Forget-me-not, as legend has been said in the Darkworld, ruthless and cunning. And her cunning is far superior to mine! She is unlike any woman I have ever encountered, a wicked person who spends her days slaughtering human lives to make money! Perhaps, this witch has never left the mansion at all, and is hiding in some dark corner and laughing.