Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Chapter 35 Floating Corpse
  at this time.

Fu Minghui has entered the border.

But she was in a place filled with darkness and fog, and she couldn't see the road from the front, back, left, or right, which made her feel a little panicked.

"Where are the people?" She couldn't help but screamed softly.

"Here." Luo Zhao's voice came from an unknown direction.

The next second, he appeared through the fog.

Fu Minghui breathed a sigh of relief.

But looking at the chaos around him, he frowned again, "There is no road, which direction should we go?"

Luo Zhao didn't answer and just walked in front of Fu Minghui.

After waiting for a moment, a ball of light suddenly emerged from the darkness in the distance.

Hanging, swaying, and slowly floating.

Da da da.

There were also footsteps coming, slightly sluggish.

The sound sounded like rough wood hitting the stone floor.

Luo Zhao pulled Fu Minghui and hid behind a tree.

But the tree? Why are there trees?
  In confusion, they suddenly found themselves in a strange scene, a place they had never seen before in a fire accident.

There are dense trees all around, black, crooked, and disorderly.

They looked like evil spirits with snarling teeth and claws, surrounding them tightly.

There were no stars or moon in the sky, but it was strangely dark red, illuminating the scales on the surface of a river not far away.

It's just that the river is lifeless, without any sound of water flowing. It's like a dirty and twisted black line, exuding a heavy fishy smell, stretching into unknown depths.

Da da da.

Da da da.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, followed by a vague figure that gradually became clearer.

Only then did Fu Minghui see that the person coming was that old bastard.

He was holding a paper lantern, wearing traditional clothing from his country, and wearing a pair of wooden clogs.

The sound of wood hitting stone comes from this.

This is where?

A liminal space introduced by his dreams?
  Looking at the old bastard's face, luckily Fu Minghui didn't like screaming too much, so the exclamation was swallowed directly in his throat.

The man had a weird smile on his face, but his eyes didn't move. It was like a living person wearing a dead face, which looked very scary.

"Why isn't it a fire scene?" Fu Minghui couldn't help but asked in a very low voice.

For fear of disturbing the visitor, she almost put her lips against Luo Zhao's ear.

Moreover, Luo Zhao was so tall that she had to grab his arms and stand on tiptoes, as if her whole body was hanging on Luo Zhao.

Although it was in virtual time and space, because it would be infinitely real and reflected in reality, Luo Zhao felt goosebumps appear on his neck and his body stiffened.

"Stand still." He also lowered his volume and pressed Fu Minghui down at the same time.

He turned his gaze back to the woods and whispered, "His consciousness is still resisting, refusing to enter the specific scene in the border. But it's fast. This is a picture deep in his memory, which shows that he is losing self-control." "

I can't help but secretly grit my teeth: I hope Fu Minghui can make a difference soon, otherwise with this person's willpower, even if he is pulled into the boundary and the energy is added to his head to explode, he may not be able to see what is hidden in his mind.

Just as he was thinking about it, his arms sank and he found that Fu Minghui had grabbed him again, with a nervous look on his face.

They saw the man walking slowly towards them, but suddenly stopped.

His neck turned stiffly and he kept looking around.

He fell in their direction and "looked" for a long time. His eyes were like two black holes, gloomy and lifeless, bottomless and full of malice.

Fu Minghui was so frightened that he didn't dare to move until the man finally turned around slowly, turned his back to them, and walked towards the river.

Luo Zhao followed him lightly.

Fu Minghui followed suit, but his heart was in his throat.

Before, whether it was nightmares or entering the border, she was of course scared to death, but she had never been like this before, as if she had traveled through time and space, and it felt so weird.

The man just walked to the river and waded into the river. He didn't bend down until the rancid and dark water flooded his waist.

clap clap.

Amidst the sound of water, the man inserted his hands into the water and kept stirring, as if he was groping in the water, looking for something. After a while, the stiff smile on his face deepened, and the corners of his mouth almost reached to his ears, making him look particularly happy.

Then, pull something out of the water.

And turned around, carrying it on his back.

a dead man.

drowned man.

He was pale and swollen, but his face was bleeding all over, and his long hair was hanging down like rotten water plants.

Fu Minghui felt as if his throat was being pinched and he couldn't breathe at all.

Then I saw the man walking out of the river carrying the dead body on his back. Because he was of similar size, from a distance, it looked like the floating corpse was hugging him tightly from behind.

Subconsciously, Fu Minghui looked at the ground.

There are actually shadows, stacked together, so intimate.

He instinctively stepped back, but bumped into Luo Zhao's chest.

Unknowingly, she walked in front of Luo Zhao, so she quickly stepped back.

But when I looked up again, I couldn't see anyone.

Instead, there was a strange rustling and crunching sound coming from behind.

"It hurts! It hurts so much! Let me go, help." There was also a scream.

Turning his head suddenly.

I don't know when I saw the man squatting in an open space behind, holding a knife and breaking down the floating corpse.

The sounds of knives cutting flesh and bones, and the shrill cries for help were coming from the floating corpse.

The swollen face that had doubled in size still showed a very painful expression.

But the perpetrator looked excited, laughed, and quickly cut the body into pieces according to the angle indicated by the gesture.

Then he dug deep and shallow pits in the ground at an extremely fast speed and placed the corpses in them.

Two hands, fingers facing up.

The same goes for the feet, as if they were falling upside down.

After filling the soil, the fingertips and toes were exposed.

The main body was buried in the middle, and only the head was cut off and burned on a fire that appeared out of nowhere.

There was a click, the flesh and blood on the head burned away, and the bones cracked.

The man didn't mind the heat, so he took it off directly, smashed it into pieces, then put the bones in his hands and rubbed them hard until they turned into powder and swallowed them in one gulp.

Fu Minghui was scared and sick, and almost vomited.

The fire scene was so terrifying, she had never felt this way before.

Eat people.

Even if the person you eat is a dead person.

Just when she was about to retch, the man had already swallowed the whole head. He felt so comfortable that he pressed it down on her neck. The expression on his face turned into enjoyment, as if he had gotten something great. .

Then he returned to the river to retrieve the body and repeated the same behavior seven times in a row.

More and more corpses were buried in the open space. Because the fingertips and toes were still exposed, a strange pattern soon formed, resembling the shape of an animal's fangs.

The man surrounded the outside, turning forward and then backwards, mumbling words, and constantly making hand seals, seemingly performing some kind of ritual.

"Seven positive circles, seven negative circles." Fu Minghui couldn't help but murmured softly.

"Look more clearly, maybe you can determine the genre." Luo Zhao whispered.

Fu Minghui didn't understand these things, but she could feel the evil energy.

This is absolutely absolute, not something normal and legitimate, and it has nothing to do with righteousness.

"who?!"

I don't know if the conversation was too loud, but the man suddenly shouted and stared in their direction with his black eyes.

　There are a lot of perverts in certain places.

　　As for where it is, everyone knows it.

　　I feel sick while writing it.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)