There is no moon on a snowy night.

Only thick shadows...forward...forward...forward...

There is no difference between darkness and lightness, but the darkness of the fir forest here gives the Xicheng style a thick, bonded and heavy feeling.

Everything around was lonely and silent, as if the screams of hoarseness had never sounded at all.

The air was filled with blood and came straight towards the nose.

In front of Xicheng style, there are human-shaped pieces of meat that are constantly wriggling.

"This is?"

Xicheng style narrowed his eyes and raised the flashlight in his hand.

The pale carrion piles up layer by layer and barely aggregates into the shape of a ‘human’.

The other party was about three meters away. From the Xicheng style, you could see the other party's facial features that were randomly pieced together on his head were ticking down.

The extreme stench is mixed with the smell of blood, which makes people feel disgusting. Even the West City style can't help but frown.

Takishima Xue, who was behind her, also hurriedly came out with a flashlight, but when she saw everything in front of her, she simply screamed and took two steps back.

Paji!

The feeling of the flesh being trampled under my feet was heard.

Takishima Xue's eyes shrank and she couldn't help but shine the flashlight on the ground.

The blood and the sticky flesh pulled out the silk, making a disgusting sound that people didn't want to hear.

On the soles of Takishima Xue's feet, her arms, which were softened by mucus, were trampled beyond recognition.

But even so, it can be seen that it is a human arm.

"Woo!!!"

The cold sweat instantly wet her back, and Takishima Xue let out a whine of fear, and her whole body jumped away like a frightened rabbit.

The Xicheng style can be said that this "Wu" was the most tragic and fearful thing he heard from Takishima Xue so many times.

"Xi, Xicheng! Let's run!"

Nishijo-style hand was pulled by Takishima Xue.

While she looked at the human-shaped monster that was constantly wriggling, she pulled her Xicheng-style arm and her voice was deformed in fear.

But even so, she didn't plan to let go.

Xicheng style is obviously already scared.

If she let go, maybe Xichengshi would be attacked by this monster. Tomorrow she would have to come over to collect the body of Xichengshi.

Now you can only run! Run quickly!

But Takishima Xue was so depressed that she was about to vomit blood.

She found that she could not pull the West City style at all, and this person was like a telephone pole here.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Xicheng, we still have a chance to leave now."

Takishima Xue couldn't help but comfort her.

But Nishicheng Shi still said nothing. If it weren't for the warmth in his hands, Takishima Xue would have suspected that he was dead.

After trying it two or three times, the Xicheng-style Takishima Xue couldn't help but whine sadly.

It's over now! There's no help! She's afraid she's really going to die here with Xicheng Shi.

Takishima Xue's heart is ashamed.

"It's useless to run. If it's so heavy snow, there's no place to shelter from the wind and snow, we both will be frozen to death."

Xicheng style, who hadn't spoken, finally spoke.

His words make sense, and Takishima Xue could not refute them.

Indeed, in this deep mountain where Liao was left without a trace, it is undoubtedly the stupidest thing to abandon the tent and leave.

In fact, Takishima Xue's body is already feeling a little cold now.

"But, but..." Takishima Xue opened her mouth with difficulty: "I, what else can we do?"

Yes...what else can I do?

Could it be that you still expect to knock down such a monster like Xicheng?

Takishima Xue is a girl with a particularly keen observation skills.

From the moment she stepped on a person's broken arm, she knew that the monster in front of her was not something she could deal with with.

Because even cutting off a person's arms is a particularly difficult thing.

Pulling off a human arm like a meatball monster... what a terrifying wrist force is that?

Think about it again, the surface of the arm was corroded by a viscous solution.

This shows that this monster can also secrete a kind of mucus that corrodes the human body.

If it is stuck, it will not be a random thing.

So let's run away quickly! No matter whether it is her or Xicheng style, it is impossible to kill the other party!

Just when Takishima Xue wanted to persuade Xicheng Style again, she saw Xicheng Style bowing halfway and making a sprint forward.

A little confused by his sudden action, Takishima Xue asked subconsciously:

"You, what do you want to do? West City..."

Before she could finish her conversation, she saw Xicheng-style rushing towards the rotten humanoid monster in an indescribable way.

Leave his simple words in place-

"I want to do that."

Well...

"Woo!!!"

Takishima Xue opened her mouth wide and stayed in place.

Looking at the Xicheng style rushing towards the rotten monster, she had only one thought in her mind—

It's over.

Xicheng style rushing over like this is simply seeking death.

Compared to the three-meter-high rotten humanoid monster opposite, Xicheng-style behavior was like a bicycle rushing towards a large truck.

Then--

Bang!!!!!!

The plot of a bicycle hitting a truck happened.

But...

Gudu.

Takishima Xue swallowed.

In her sight.

The meat is flying!

Sticky and nauseous liquid is everywhere.

But that was not the meat piece that broke the limbs and exploded and splashed out from the Xicheng style.

But the...a human-shaped piece of carrion that looks more than three meters tall.

Gudu—

Takishima Xue swallowed again.

As mentioned earlier, she is a person with keen observation skills.

In the blurred light of the flashlight, she saw it clearly just now.

The Xicheng style is surrounded by abnormal white mist and black gas.

He directly crashed into the fog and black gas with fog and black gas - and directly hit the piece of meat.

She shrank her head and swallowed a few more hard times.

She is only in the third grade of junior high school and obviously doesn't know how to deal with the things in front of her.

Fortunately, Xicheng style didn't care about her.

He just looked at his right hand thoughtfully.

When he just removed the piece of meat, he used the fog of the spiritual coffin of Baiwu's family and the death breath.

Both of these energy can be shaped and condensed into entities according to his mind.
To be continued...