He found a rag and put the dough in his hand into it. He looked at the drawer not far away and carved a tiny circular symbol with his hand.
After completing all this, he slowly walked towards the door.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock."
But before he reached the door, the light in Chen Qing's hand was enough to light up the corridor.
Through the door and window, he saw a figure stopping outside the house.
Is that a person?
He wanted to shout, but the fear in his mind made him hold back, what if not?
He looked at the squirming light and shadow under the crack of the door, and the worm-like skin spread on the ground like water.
They grabbed the tiny gap and tried hard to reach up their bodies.
They used the contact surface of their whole bodies to reach the handle, and the stretched skin became torn apart under the friction.
Blood spilled under the wound, dyeing the space under the door red. Then, the blood turned into a milky yellow color, and solidified little by little, turning the seeping skin into a smiling face.
The face was missing ears and eyes, so it kept shaking. The old door kept creaking with the shaking, and the extremely thin skin instantly tore several holes, and before the blood could seep out, , the previous yellow block moved to the hole and filled it.
So it had a pair of eyes and a hole formed by six gaps.
"No one...no one."
It stood outside the door, talking to itself in a murmuring voice.
"Not here, not here."
It shook its body and wanted to turn away.
The solidified skin blocked its movements, which also caused more wounds on its skin.
It tore bit by bit, and the cracks in the skin became bigger and bigger with the movement; as its murmuring voice went away, the piece of skin that had crawled into the door lost its support and crawled on the ground for a moment or two. After three meters, it was completely flat on the ground.
It spreads for several meters like cicada wings, revealing the color of the ground.
Chen Qing's face turned pale, and he stepped over the skin on the ground. The corners of the skin were trying to lift him up, trying to reach Chen Qing's footsteps.
After trying for about six or seven seconds, and after Chen Qing's footsteps completely passed it, its body was weakly flat with the ground.
Chen Qing opened the door with a white face, and the scene beside her was like hell. In those dormitories, those dormitory rooms that were intact before were now in pieces.
He walked deeper down the corridor step by step, turned his head, and saw that the room he saw was filled with mud.
The liquefied and then solidified fat covered every corner of the room, and the jet-shaped pus fixed everything in the room.
He raised his legs and stepped into it. The traces on his shoes left a path on the fat, pointing to the hell-like scene. He walked to the bed in the room. A head hung there, with its mouth open and a look on its face. The look of fear.
"Maybe I should get to know him?"
Chen Qing muttered, but did not intend to take it away.
"What have we all done here?"
He held up the head, and the broken wound was filled with scars from the machete.
"What did he do here?"
He reached out and touched the familiar mark on the wall, but his heart felt strange.
"Where is he... why is he..."
Chen Qing muttered and left the dormitory. He kept walking forward. After walking for about tens of meters, he reached the stairs leading to the lower floor.
Chen Qing looked towards the end of the corridor, but found that the end was right in front of him, only a few meters away.
But just by looking at it, he frowned.
At the end, there is a shrine.
There are statues in the shrines and incense in front of the statues.
There are three incense sticks, one of which is burning. There are offerings of fruits in front of the incense, but all the offerings of fruits are rotten.
"Who put up the incense?" Chen Qing felt a little panicked. He took two steps forward and saw the portrait in the shrine.
He held the orchid with his fingers, which were stained with black and red rust.
His face was delicate and clean, but when Chen Qing came closer, several cockroaches came out of his eyes.
Those cockroaches are entrenched on the statue, one after another... and use their tails to outline the appearance of the ring bag.
Chen Qing felt sick in his heart, but for some reason, new cockroaches kept crawling out of his eyes as he looked at the statue, and a familiar scene lingered in his mind.
He seemed to see a few people...
They were so hungry that they looked sallow and thin.
They were holding on, their faces ashen.
They kept looking back, as if there was something hidden in the darkness.
They bowed several times in front of the statue, and blood came from their foreheads.
The boy in the lead seemed to be crazy. He threw out the meat in his arms and touched the statue in the shrine with loving eyes.
He twisted his orchid fingers, which were the same as those of gods, and put cockroaches into his mouth one by one.
He smiled and turned his head.
He looked at his companions behind him and showed an extremely terrifying smile.
"he is."
Chen Qing recalled the scene in his mind and recognized the madman.
"He is Wu Chenyi? How did he become like this?!"
The young man's heart skipped a beat. In the darkness, a loud whistle broke the silence.
As soon as Chen Qing turned around, an arrow had already pierced his arm and lungs.
"Fuck!"
The moment the pain reached his brain, Chen Qing's face turned pale.
He listened to the whistle that was still echoing in the corridor, and the fog in front of him was as sharp as needles. Looking back, the statue behind him became ferocious. He opened his mouth, and a sticky substance like a snake's letter began to flow. Licking.
"Damn damn it!"
Chen Qing's eyebrows hurt, and he looked straight ahead again. The fat in those rooms began to liquefy and flow again, and the solution paved the way in the corridor. At the end of the black mist, he saw the true appearance of the strange creature, its twisted and corrupt appearance.
The skin on its body is loose and loose, and the several heads on its neck are covered by skin and fat.
Its limbs are extremely slender, but vary in length.
"It's different people..."
"Are they those former partners?"
Chen Qing's face paled. It was only at this moment that he saw his former partner - his only living partner - standing next to the strange creature.
He touched the creature's left hand lovingly, lovingly licked off some of the fat remaining on that hand with the tip of his tongue, and then cast his eyes into the distance with disgust.
"How can you live alone? How can you live alone?"
He looked at Chen Qing with a twisted and hoarse smile.
"I will live with you as your mother."
Chen Qing cursed angrily and ran towards the lower stairs in an instant.
Chen Qing was very close. When he ran to the lower level of the corridor, the strange creature and Wu Chenyi were only halfway there.
And when he hid in the toilet downstairs, the two "people" had only just descended to the first floor.
Chen Qing's lips had turned white due to blood loss. He sat on the toilet, his hands shaking constantly.
"How did I escape...what did I do before."
He covered the wound, blood flowing quietly along his fingers.
He closed his eyes, and there was a loud bang in his ears that destroyed the door.
"Resist?"
"But they've obviously been here for a long time."
"So...is there anything I can do that they can't..."
He listened as the sound got closer and closer, and there was more and more blood on the ground.
The moment the roaring in his ears disappeared, he opened his eyes.
They stretched out their hands and touched the boy's arms with their broken and sharp fingertips. He was lying on top of the toilet door, with several heads sticking out and looking inside.
They looked at Chen Qing for a while, looking at Chen Qing's lowered face, looking at his hunched shoulders, and several faces laughed together.
"Let's die together...why can't I live alone?"
"Die, stay here with us..."
"We have been waiting for you for a long time, Chen Qing."
As he listened, the tremors all over his body suddenly disappeared.
He lowered his head and suddenly spoke in a woman's voice: "Chen Qing? Where is he?"
He raised his head, but his face was no longer what it used to be.
He looked at the other person, looking at the face on the other person's neck that was consistent with his own, and he - she smiled.
She looked at the monster frozen in mid-air, and Chen Qing knew that she had found it.
Found a way to survive.
If they had been here together, then they must have seen that face together.
They will dislike it, but they will definitely keep it in their pocket...
It looked at Chen Qing in front of it, and its muttering changed: "It's not her... it's not her..."
They left angrily, and the huge skin made a friction sound on the ground. It moved to the next room, and then walked further and further after a roar.
Chen Qing felt anxious when he saw the loud arrow on his arm. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the part that pierced his chest.
As for the wound on his arm, Chen Qing gave up the possibility of removing it after just comparing it.
He staggered out of the bathroom, the pain in his side having improved a lot with the help of his adrenal glands.
Reaching out and touching the skin on his face, Chen Qing showed a strange look on his face.
In the mirror, he clearly saw that the person in the mirror was so familiar.
"But if...if I left in this way the first time...then whose human skin belonged to the first time?"
He muttered, but there were footsteps outside the door again.
Chen Qing felt nervous and immediately climbed to the toilet entrance and waited quietly.
After waiting not long, the toilet door was pushed open.
The man murmured in a low voice with swear words in his mouth: "Where has he gone? Why isn't he dead yet?"
"Obviously...obviously as long as he dies, everything will be over!"
Chen Qing frowned when he heard this, so the last person who survived...needs to find another "sacrifice" and bring it here until there is one left?
Chen Qing recalled what he said: "But I made it out alive, and before them."
He thought for just a moment, and an idea gradually came into his mind.
The dead will be annexed, and the living will be hunted. Does that mean that when you become a dead person who cannot be annexed, and a living person who cannot be hunted, you can leave?
