"You just said there are ghosts here?"
"What is this statement?".
The eyes behind the crack in the door turned to look around, and then whispered:
"This is the forbidden maze created by the Zhang family to trap a few ghosts."
"Those ghosts may be in a certain room. If you encounter them, you will have no way to survive. You must not bump into them, and you must not attract their attention."
"Baby, please don't run around, you will bump into them."
I frowned and asked, "Will you die if you bump into them? But aren't you a ghost?"
"You must be one of those ghosts."
The eyes behind the door stopped moving, and a sly smile unfolded behind the crack of the door.
I narrowed my eyes, and the bronze horizontal knife wrapped with soul flames was thrust out, and the tip of the knife penetrated the door panel and penetrated deeply.
The old man retracted his hand, and the sly smile faded into the black-red gloom.
I pulled out the bronze horizontal knife. It felt like it was being stabbed just now, but the guy didn't seem to be injured.
The information it says is somewhat advisable.
Is this place used by the Zhang family’s forbidden maze to imprison ghosts?
It sounds like there's more than one ghost.
If what it says is true, then the Four-Eyed Celestial Master and I have broken into the maze,
No wonder there are so many rooms and endless emptiness.
I stood in front of the door and waited for a while, then pushed the door open again.
This time the room is empty, probably because the maze has changed the room.
In addition to the entrance door, there is another door directly in front of the room.
I didn't go out immediately, but belatedly touched the back of my neck.
The skin on the palm surface and under the fingertips seems to be crawling, and the obvious bulges are clearly reflected between the palms.
Something moves in the palm of my hand, something moves under the touch of my fingertips,
That's a face!
I also have a sarcoma face growing on the back of my neck. Under my touch, the face smiles.
The old man's words just now reappeared in my mind,
"Those who break into this place will be infected with the evil spirit in this tomb, and their skin will be covered with faces. There will be more and more of those faces, and those infected with the evil will become less and less like themselves. There is no one with that kind of face on their body. Even if it ends well, no one will survive."
Did I also encounter something bad?
When I was shocked, I suddenly noticed something stirring up my emotional threads.
Any thought I have will bring up extreme emotional ups and downs.
It's like something wants to invade my body.
Touching the sarcoma face, I smiled sarcastically.
What's the matter? This is the ominous thing in the grave, and even I can't avoid it?
It's a pity that it found the wrong person,
I stretched out my fingers and clasped the fleshy face, ignoring its struggle, and pulled it off easily.
The skin on the back of the neck was not damaged at all. It was as simple as peeling a plaster off the skin.
To me, this sarcoma face is no different from plaster.
I can even tear off my own skin, and naturally I can tear off this sarcoma face too.
I had done this once before in front of Lao Liao, but I still couldn't save Lao Liao. At that time, Lao Liao's condition was already irreversible.
It’s not as simple as digging out the sarcoma face and it can be restored.
He didn't even notice that he was no longer himself.
Just like now, I don’t know if this sarcoma will grow again.
For me, this thing is as simple as pulling out a hair. I am afraid that it will grow back like the hair.
Fulongshan Taoist priest, Lao Liao, now it's my turn.
At this moment I understood the meaning of the words left by the Taoist priest.
You will also...meaning that I will also be infected with this kind of bad luck.
I threw away the piece of sarcoma and continued walking forward.
Passed through several more rooms,
Stopping, I looked at my chest.
A fleshy face squirmed against the clothes. I reached in and grabbed it and tore it off.
At the same time, I felt a little discomfort in my left back shoulder, and when I reached out and touched it, I saw another fleshy face.
Still tearing it off the old way.
Looking at the two withered sarcomas on the ground, I was a little curious about the limit of these sarcomas.
Looking up at the door in front of me, I continued to move forward.
When I came to the third room, I had to stop.
Because I have this kind of sarcoma face on the left side of my face, neck, thighs, and arms, and the faces in those places smile weirdly.
This sarcoma face seems harmless, but when you tear one off,
Next time it will appear in more ways and invade you step by step.
I took off my clothes and ripped off the sarcoma one by one.
This time I didn't leave in a hurry,
Because the sarcoma face will appear again soon, and if you don't try to deal with it, it will only get worse.
Just by stopping, I also wanted to see how this thing appeared.
So I put my hand on my chest,
Gently sliding his fingers on his chest, a crack in the flesh appeared under his fingers, as smooth as a zipper on clothes.
Grabbing the skin bag with both hands, I took off my own skin bag and placed it neatly on the ground.
I don’t know if it’s because he has the characteristics of the skin-peeling ghost.
I feel nothing extra about peeling off my own skin now, it's like taking off a layer of clothing.
I didn’t have a skin bag and didn’t feel any discomfort or anything.
I stared at the skin with all my attention, waiting for the sarcoma to appear.
Not long after, my eyes focused on my chest.
There was a growth of sarcoma in that place, but I had it removed.
Now the skin is swollen and swollen again, and the swelling gradually resembles a human face.
A flash of inspiration flashed through my eyes, and I stretched out my hand to pull out the fleshy face and continued to wait.
Soon the right side of my face became swollen. This time I had quick eyesight and quick hands and rushed forward like a thunderbolt.
Press the slightly raised area with one hand,
Then he grabbed it with five fingers, and with a swing of his arm, a gray face was pulled out from the skin.
That face was illusory and translucent, and looked the same as the sarcoma face. It was struggling in my fingers and was about to escape.
Green fire ignited on the five fingers, and the fingers inserted into this illusory face with fire,
Burned away by soul flames in its silent wail.
Shaking his hands, he continued to look at the skin.
This time, after waiting for a long time, no sarcoma appeared on my face.
The so-called sarcoma face is caused by that thing just now. That thing is hidden under the skin and moves very quickly.
Sarcoma face is caused by that thing. Every time I remove sarcoma face, the thing will escape and hide in other parts of the skin.
Wait until next time it causes that sarcoma again.
And based on the feeling just caught and the fact that it was burned by soul flames, we can conclude that it looks like some kind of soul body.
But it is not complete. It has no ability to think. It only knows how to cause sarcomas in people.
I picked up the skin bag, dusted it off and put it on again. I no longer had the confusion on my sarcoma face, and my body felt much more relaxed.
If you didn't peel off the skin, it would be really difficult to find that thing.
This also raises another question, when did this thing get into my body?
While thinking, I accidentally glanced at my feet.
Suddenly I found that my shadow... was gone!
I frowned and looked back again and again, and found that my shadow was indeed gone.
When did you disappear?
