Lao Liao looked around and saw the front and back doors of this room and laughed at himself:
"There seem to be countless rooms here, and the rooms here seem to be alive."
"When you enter this room and want to exit, you will find that the door you opened before has been closed, the room you have been in is gone, and it is another strange room."
"The rooms are basically the same as each other, with vermilion walls and hair-raising weird carvings on the windows."
"We were wandering in several rooms, as if we were in a maze with no way out or retreat. When we sat down to rest, one of my colleagues kept scratching his chest. He had done this several times before, but now his His behavior seemed crazy, his chest and clothes were all covered in blood, and he was still scratching."
"He said there were bugs in his clothes and it was very itchy. He asked us to scratch them for him."
"In order to comfort him, we had to help him scratch to stop his self-mutilating scratching. Who knew that as soon as we lifted his clothes, a bloody face protruding from his skin stared at us all."
"It looked like an extra piece of flesh on the skin. The face was scratched and the flesh and blood were eroded and moving. We were stunned. The colleague was still asking us to scratch him."
Lao Liao said sarcastically: "How could we do something like that, so that colleague took out his gun and shot another first-level agent like crazy."
"Experts from the Supernatural Countermeasures Bureau took action to kill this colleague, and the human face on his chest also withered and decayed."
The sarcoma-like face...I think of the sarcoma face on the Taoist priest just now. This kind of sarcoma face can lead to emotional loss and even madness?
The Taoist priest's behavior was explained.
Lao Liao continued: "We don't know what's going on with the fleshy face growing on the skin, so we can only regard it as a noteworthy episode."
"Not long after that, when we were about to move on after taking a break, I saw a face under the clothes behind the person in front of me!".
"You can imagine what happened next. We killed that man, and when we opened the clothes on his back, his fleshy face gradually became flat."
"After this time, we can no longer look down upon this weird fleshy face. Some people speculate that this thing is contagious, but the person we killed had no contact with the person with the fleshy face in the first place."
'Some people say that this is caused by the evil spirits in this tomb, and some even say that this is the ominous nature of this tomb, and no one who breaks in can escape.'
"This sentence is very strange. It shouldn't be said by people here. When everyone looked at him in surprise, they saw a fleshy face slowly growing on his face."
"Tianshi, when the experts were acting, I noticed a fleshy face on the arm of an expert next to me smiling at me. Gradually, more people with fleshy faces were discovered. The scene became chaotic. In the chaos, I got separated from the Celestial Master and others."
"This kind of fleshy face is simply impossible to attack. I don't know how I got it, and I don't know how to avoid it. The only way to deal with it is to kill him."
"We killed our own comrades with our own hands."
"Perhaps this is really the ominous nature of this grave, and everyone who comes in will encounter ominous things."
"Everything happens for a reason. This fleshy face may be caused by something." I don't quite agree with the unknown statement.
After all, it is my family's ancestral tomb, so I naturally don't want to be called unknown.
Lao Liao had already bandaged his arm: "Maybe."
"You're not gentle. This arm was almost crippled by you. You are worthy of being a disciple of Taoist Master Chongming of Fulong Mountain."
I don't regret using the Wind-Mocking Dragon Mark at all: "If I didn't do it, my throat would have been slit. I'm so sorry for your hand."
Lao Liao waved his hand: "It's okay, I did it first."
"Besides, it's a good thing that you have such strength. I'm lucky to have met you. Now the two of us can be companions when we meet."
"You need to find Si Tong and the others. I'm running into obstacles here. Let's go together."
He stood up and pointed to the front and back doors:
"Whether you are walking forward or backward, it doesn't matter. The rooms behind these two doors must have changed."
"Yes", I looked up at Lao Liao and said,
His gaze stayed purposefully, his pupils swaying slightly,
Lao Liao's tight-fitting vest held up a fleshy face, and his mouth, which was stuck together, opened under the vest, and his slitted eyes stared at me.
There was a large amount of blood seeping into the vest next to it, and the clothes were slightly bulging.
, Lao Liao turned around and saw me squatting on the ground motionless, he asked in confusion:
"Are you tired? Then rest for a while."
I didn't say anything and just stared at his back.
He began to look panicked: "What are you looking at... What are you looking at me doing...".
"Is there something behind me? Huh?"
"Speak, what are you looking at!".
The face behind Lao Liao looked at me, and Lao Liao stretched out his hands to scratch his back in fear.
His hand touched the fleshy face, and he was stunned.
"It grew...why did it grow again...".
His eyes were red and his emotions fluctuated abnormally: "It was obviously dug out, but why did it grow back again!"
"More...More...More...",
He took out his dagger and inserted the tip of the knife into the fleshy face,
The fleshy face that looked at me screamed and squirmed in pain,
Lao Liao lied!
He was not separated from the Four-Tong Celestial Master and the others, but escaped. He knew clearly that he had a sarcoma face on his body.
The only way to deal with sarcoma is to kill people with sarcoma faces. In order not to be killed by the heavenly masters and experts, he escaped.
The sarcoma face I saw in the room just now was cut out by Lao Liao from his own body.
Just now he said the sentence "Maybe this is really ominous in this grave, and everyone who comes in will encounter ominous things." It already seemed wrong.
Lao Liao broke into a cold sweat and continued to swing his wrist.
Use the dagger to dig into the fleshy face. The fleshy face squirms and the area is already blood red.
Every stroke was painful and not precise enough. The surrounding skin was scratched into a mess, and the blood-red flesh was a mess.
He no longer cared whether it was good skin or not, he just stroked wildly, inserting the knife into it and beating it.
Lao Liao began to ask me for help, his red eyes filled with water, and he said in a pleading tone:
"Help me...you help me...you help me dig this thing out"
"I don't want to die...I still have a wife and children...I don't want to die."
"Please dig this damn thing out for me!".
I walked over and took the dagger from Lao Liao's hand.
After looking at Lao Liao for a few seconds, I could only say sorry.
Lao Liao was stunned. He had no idea that the skin on his face had swollen and revealed a fleshy face.
The fleshy face twisted, and the twisted features seemed to be smiling.
