The two came to the nearest hut, and Ning Qiushui stood outside and said to him:
"Hurry up."
Shan Hong nodded.
"good."
He immediately walked into the hut, took off his belt, and began to release himself.
I don't know what I ate that I shouldn't have eaten, but my stomach is rumbling and I feel very uncomfortable.
He squatted in the pit and used all his strength.
There was almost no ventilation in the entire hut, which was made entirely of wood and tiles, with a lot of dried weeds spread in some places.
The only source of light was the doorway five steps away.
This made the entire hut not only appear extremely dark and humid, but the air was also filled with the unpleasant smell of feces.
To be honest, anyone with a bit of mysophobia would feel very uncomfortable squatting in such a toilet.
Shan Hong is no exception.
At this moment, he was squatting in this place and felt that nothing was right.
Just as he was releasing forcefully, something suddenly dripped from the top of his head.
Cold and sticky.
When Shan Hong was hit by the liquid, his body visibly stiffened!
When are people most vulnerable?
Of course when...
Shan Hong couldn't accept that he was killed by a ghost in such an environment!
What is that drop of liquid that just dripped from your head?
Is there something on your head?
At that moment, countless terrifying thoughts flashed through Shan Hong's mind!
He stretched out a finger stiffly, wiped the drop of liquid on his forehead, then put it to his nose and smelled it. Then, his face became extremely pale.
Confirmed, it does smell like blood.
Why is there blood dripping from the top of the head?
He raised his head stiffly, his pupils shrinking almost suddenly!
Although the environment inside the latrine was very dark, after becoming familiar with such darkness, he was able to barely see things clearly in the darkness.
When Shan Hong looked up, he found a skinless bloody corpse hanging high above his head!
This scene immediately made him slump.
Then, he let out a scream and ran out of the latrine without even having time to put on his pants!
Ning Qiushui was speechless when she saw Shan Hong escaping in a panic.
"Shan Hong, where are you just walking around?"
Perhaps because he spent more time with Liu Chengfeng, Ning Qiushui's mouth became poisonous.
"Also, didn't you wipe your ass?"
There was an unpleasant smell in the air.
Shan Hong was extremely embarrassed, but he still pointed to the latrine with one hand and said in a panic to Ning Qiushui:
"Qiu, Brother Qiu Shui, there is a dead person in the latrine!"
"No, no, it's a bloody corpse!"
When Ning Qiushui heard this, his eyes narrowed.
Blood corpse?
But no one died last night...
Why are there bloody corpses?
"Whose body?"
Shan Hong shook his head, his lips almost devoid of color.
"I don't know, his skin has been completely peeled off, and it's so dark inside that I can't recognize him!"
Ning Qiushui glanced at Shan Hong's trembling thighs and said:
"Hurry up and clean up, then come in with me and let's put the body down."
When Shan Hong heard this, his anus tightened!
"No, isn't it?"
"Are we still going in?"
"Yes, but there are bloody corpses inside!"
Looking at his scared look, Ning Qiushui shook her head.
"You are a big man, why are you not as courageous as Shen Weiwei?"
"It's not that dangerous during the day in the temple, and since we're two people, the chance of something happening is smaller."
"We don't have much time left."
Shan Hong swallowed when he heard this, wiped the sweat from his forehead, gritted his teeth and said:
"OK!"
"You did it with Brother Qiushui!"
He found some random leaves, wiped the dirt on his body, and then followed Ning Qiushui to the hut.
Ning Qiushui found some things for stepping on, and then took down the bloody corpse from the beam.
They moved the bloody corpse back to the kitchen, where Liu Chengfeng and Shen Weiwei were still discussing the black writing written with charcoal on the ground.
They were both shocked when they saw Ning Qiushui bringing back a body dripping with blood and without human skin!
"I'll give you a wipe, little brother, what's going on with you?"
"We didn't die yesterday either. Where did the bodies come from?"
Ning Qiushui shook her head.
"I am not sure as well."
He placed the body at the door and the four of them observed it for a while.
"What do you think?"
Ning Qiushui asked the other three people.
The faces of the three of them were actually not good-looking, because they all vaguely guessed whose body this body belonged to.
"There is no human skin, so we can't be further sure, but judging from the size, it should be the little Buddhist monk Fahua!"
Shen Weiwei took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
Liu Chengfeng pointed to the scalp of the corpse and said:
"I also agree that this is the body of a young Buddhist monk. We have hair on our heads. When those ghosts in the temple skinned us, they wouldn't want the scalp."
"But this time they even peeled off the scalp. Apparently the body had no hair at all."
"It just so happened that the little French and Chinese monk was not here last night and this morning."
"In addition, the body shape is highly consistent, so it's probably him..."
Liu Chengfeng's words were conservative enough.
In fact, he was 100% sure that the bloody corpse was the little monk Fahua. However, the little monk has now become a pillar of peace in everyone's heart. Liu Chengfeng is worried that the other two people will know that the little monk is dead. Afterwards, there will be an emotional breakdown.
However, the two of them were not as bad as he thought.
"So, the young monk died last night?"
"He died before dark, so that's why he didn't come to bring us candles?"
Shan Hong looked at the bloody corpse on the ground, his mind went blank. Apart from fear, there was only doubt.
If the young monk dies, who will send candles to them?
They do have some inventory, but it may be difficult to survive tonight with this inventory...
"The little monk didn't die last night."
Ning Qiushui spoke with a very firm voice.
He stretched out his hand and squeezed the muscles of the corpse, moved the joints of the corpse, and then checked the viscosity of the blood.
"He could not have been dead for more than two hours."
"The little monk died this morning."
Upon hearing this incident, the other three were startled.
"No more than two hours, doesn't that mean he died after six in the morning?"
"But the ghosts in the temple seem to be no longer active after six o'clock in the morning..."
Ning Qiushui carefully examined the bloody corpse, and suddenly seemed to have discovered some details, and murmured to himself:
"Yes……"
"His skin was not peeled off by ghosts."
"The approach is completely different."
"Ghost skinning leaves virtually no unwanted traces."
"But the bloody corpses in front of you are covered with countless knife marks."
"In order to peel off the complete skin, the opponent even cut off some of the muscles, and many of the muscles were severed."
"This is not a ghost trick. The skin on the little monk's body... must have been peeled off by someone!"
After Ning Qiushui finished speaking, several people in the room felt that their scalps exploded on the spot!
Being skinned by a ghost and being skinned by a human are completely different things!
The former seems terrifying and cruel, but in fact he does not feel much pain. Lu Nanshang has made it very clear before.
And being skinned...how painful would it be without anesthesia?
Everyone present shuddered.
They stared at the bloody corpse on the ground, and an inexplicable coldness rose from the soles of their feet...
