On a rainy night, everything as far as the eye can see is an eerie green. Wrapped in his coat, Cao Hao stumbled past the rows of oppressive trees like a bloated meat ball. His gaze penetrated the branches, leaves, and rain curtains in turn, and was finally guided by the round flashlight light to Maw Sen's face in the trees. On the body.
He didn't dare to admit it. Because the figure not far away is extremely thin, standing in a crooked posture, and has a wretched appearance. In the shadow of the bright yellow thin round light, the top half of the side face is pale, without a trace of blood, as if it was covered before death. The water ghost who broke off his limbs and drowned in the pond, and now crawled back from hell, made me shudder just looking at it.
"Ah, you're here."
Mo Sen and the flashlight light turned around together, like gray human skin cracking brightly at the mouth.
Cao Hao suddenly became excited, and the content of the phone call echoed in his ears again: "You... what are you doing!"
He stumbled forward, unable to stop the panicked questions from his mouth. Mawson laughed briefly, and raised the other hand holding the flashlight with the thing in his hand, pointing a few meters away.
The rain was pouring down, and Cao Hao stepped on the muddy ground one step at a time, and kept getting closer driven by indescribable emotions.
What comes into view is the bottom of the thick tree, and a soft thing leaning against the tree, like a giant worm, or like a large puddle of sticky and soft cement.
The liquid gurgled out, it was so dark that at first glance it was not even clear whether it was a stream in the forest or thick blood.
Cao Hao quickly came up with the answer.
He screamed and fell. He put his hands on the mud mixed with rain and crawled backwards desperately, but his feet were too weak to use force. He even kicked several times to no avail. Only two handfuls of mud accumulated on the soles of his shoes.
"Mosen! Mosen! You-"
The panicked screams stopped abruptly, and the camera shook, as if human eyes were opening and closing, focusing on Mawson's hand hanging by his side.
The crowbar was very quiet, resting on his palm, drooling slowly.
Tick, tick.
The boundless coldness rustled through each of Cao Hao's blood vessels. He shivered involuntarily, and his breathing became heavier each time. There seemed to be a high-pitched and indistinguishable buzzing in the distance, but if you listened carefully, it was so close. Cao Hao felt an indescribable and extreme fear in his heart. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was ringing in his ears.
"you……"
His thick lips trembled.
"What?"
The water ghost, whose every move was full of weirdness, tilted its head to one side and spoke, "It was Cao Hao who said, 'That guy is really a devil. It would be great if he could be killed.' 'Mo Sen, you are so powerful. , How about you take me and kill He Ye,' or something like that..."
His slow, sinister voice suddenly rose, "Isn't this what you said?!"
Two excited glances shot out from the pale face, and the eyes were filled with hysterics.
Cao Hao was unable to respond. All his words stumbled between his teeth and tongue, and what he spat out were incomplete and scattered dregs.
The white-faced ghost wearing a raincoat moved over step by step. The night was covered with dark clouds and there was no light. A strong fishy smell rushed into the nostrils. It was the smell of grass soaked in rain and dust and mud. It was also a mixture of rust and "human smell". The salty fishy smell of "er".
Cao Hao's fat face turned into a stone statue with only its head.
Mo Sen squatted down in front of him, and a soft sound that was almost like a moan came out of his thin face with sunken cheeks.
"We have all been bullied by this trash for too long... You said, let me take you and kill He Ye... I did it."
The low, hoarse and sweet voice actually carried a faint and dreamy tone at this moment. The evil ghost was laughing, with a calm tone and dull eyes. There was a bit of pure happiness in the dark eyes that made people's hair stand on end.
