The camera shook very violently, and only those corpses that were turned and a pale arm that was abnormally grown. The arm bent wantonly and swam like a snake. The picture retreated again and again, except for the sound of the corpse turning, there were more screams and screams.

Immediately afterwards, a clear woman's voice overwhelmed these noises. It could be called an ethereal and pleasant sound, but it had a wonderful effect of deafening sound, as if it was the rumble of many monks chanting scriptures in a large temple.

The arm in the picture froze and shrank back in panic. During that process, the pale skin on the arm fell down like the old wall, and the length of the arm always had a stop. A deformed hand appeared at the end of the arm and flew into the right half from the upper left corner of the picture. The palm of the hand was very small and the fingers were very long, like a robot. The knuckles were not three sections, but five or six sections. Each section had the length of a normal finger. The nails were black and the shape was like a needle. The hand was as pale as the arm, and there was no trace of blood, and there was no palm print in the palm of the hand. There was a piece of yellow talisman paper sticking there, which was a bit dazzling yellow, as if it was covered with gold powder.

When my arms and hands completely retracted into the pile of corpses, many white paper-like skin fragments fell on the corpses on the ground.

"Just...just..." Geng Qian's voice came from outside the screen, with a trembling voice.

Another girl suddenly burst into screams, followed by a series of rapid footsteps.

"It's that..." the old man's voice was hoarse and asked again, "What should I do now?"

Wu Ling's tone was the calmest one, and her voice was even no different from before. "It's a bit troublesome. Do you have any fire here?"

The old man replied, "There are firewood and fire sticks in the backyard, and some oil for cooking."

"You go and get it." Wu Ling ordered.

"I, I'll go too...I..." Geng Qian stammered.

No one answered this, but the footsteps that sounded afterwards were not alone, and the "click" sound of stepping on the floor tiles barefoot was obvious.

The camera aimed at the pile of corpses, searched around, and pulled the camera closer from time to time. The terrifying appearance of the corpses suddenly magnified, a little terrifying, but after a few times, the impact power weakened.

At this time, the old man and Geng Qian also came back.

Wu Ling turned the camera to the door.

The two came out of a door at the front of the corridor. The old man held firewood in his hand, Geng Qian held a bucket in his hand, and a fire note. The bucket was half old and not new, with a dusty surface like the furniture outside. Geng Qian held the bucket in one hand and the fire note in the other hand, blowing while walking.

The fire fold is cylindrical, similar to a cigar, smaller than a cigar. Geng Qian blew it several times, but she didn't know if it was a skill issue or if it had been stored for a long time, Mars always flashed away.

The old man held the firewood and didn't pay attention to these things for a while.

However, the camera was aimed at Geng Qian and suddenly pulled Geng Qian's face to the entire picture.

The pixels are very high. In this case, every subtle change on Geng Qian's face was recorded. She was blowing the fire, but her eyes were rolling in her sockets, extremely restless. She glanced at the top of the lens from time to time, probably observing Wu Ling.

The camera suddenly went away again and stopped giving Geng Qian a close-up.

Geng Qian was already very close to Wu Ling at this moment. She walked anxiously, slid barefoot on the clumping blood on the ground, and her body suddenly rushed forward, screaming "Ouch", throwing the bucket in her hand out, and light yellow oil spilled out, filling the entire picture.

The camera quickly stroked and pointed at the ground. One hand appeared in the picture, clenched into a fist, raised it up, and broke through the layer of oil. In the picture, the oil splashed on Wu Ling's body, and the camera quickly stroked and returned to its original position. The fist had already been extended and his palm was aimed at Geng Qian's face.

Geng Qian, who was rushing forward, raised her other hand at this time. The fire in her hand had already ignited a scarlet fire and stabbed it like a sword. Her expression was ferocious, and a black air covered her face like a mask. The ferocious expression turned into horror in the next second.

Wu Ling pressed his hand on Geng Qian's face, and Geng Qian let out a shocking scream.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

The firewood on the old man's hand fell off. He looked at the scene in front of him at a loss. The dull face appeared in the picture one after another with Geng Qian's twisted face.

Wu Ling stopped. Geng Qian rolled on the ground in pain, hugging her face and howled constantly.

The camera drooped and pointed at Geng Qian.

"Why...what happened?" the old man murmured.

He must have experienced great storms, but when he saw this scene, he still couldn't come back to his senses.

"Has possessed. That woman had possessed her for a long time. She didn't have a chance to get close to her before, but now she finally has it." Wu Ling's tone was as plain as water, as if she had done something insignificant.

"That hand..."

"Just a little trick." Wu Ling still disagreed.

Black smoke emerged from Geng Qian's fingers, as if her face was burning. She kept screaming, screaming at the top of her lungs. Slowly, the struggle was less and the screams became weaker.

When Geng Qian stopped moving at all, Wu Ling squatted down and pulled Geng Qian's hand covering her face away with one hand.

It was no longer Geng Qian's face, but a strange woman with a resentful expression on her face, her eyes were wide open, filled with blood, and her pupils were abnormally gray. Because of that expression, her facial features were not beautiful or ugly, but that face made people feel cold on their backs at a glance.

"It's Yang." said the old man, his tone was very complicated, "Why... this has never happened before."

"Nothing strange. You all thought about surviving yourself before, right? You are determined. This girl is different. She has a crush on someone she is currently protected by us. If this matter is not solved, he may come in at any time." Wu Ling stood up, the camera was pulled away, and there was no need to take a close-up shot at Yang's face.

The old man sighed and changed his tone of expectation, "Then she is dead now, can we go out?"

The camera turned to the room where the body was placed.

"The key to this alien space is not Yang himself."

The camera moved with Wu Ling and entered the room.

"These corpses still need to be cleaned up." Wu Ling said, then turned around again, and pointed the camera at the old man who was following the door, "Let's set the torch and burn the corpse."

The old man went to get the firewood, reminded Jujue that the oil was gone, and then picked up the fire and made the fire. In this regard, Wu Ling probably couldn't help at all, so he dragged the body of the body, which was not sure whether it was Yang or Geng Qian, into the room, and threw it into the pile of corpses. The old man started the fire, but it was not very strong. The two had to wait.

The flames gradually swallowed up the piles of corpses and covered Yang's resentful face.

After the corpse was burned, the fire jumped and became more vigorous. There was a hint of dark green in the red and yellow fire, like a ghost fire.

"Is this okay?" the old man asked nervously.

"No problem." Wu Ling was very calm.

The flames continued to burn, and the dark green slowly faded away, and the color of the flames returned to normal, but the corpses in the flames melted unnaturally, turning into a pool of viscous liquid that condensed together, and the fire also decreased, but continued to burn quietly.
Chapter completed!