Chapter 324 It’s Dawn

The sound was very uniform and fast, and everyone held their breath involuntarily.

The next second, Zuo Jing's pupils changed suddenly, and she saw several paper people appearing from the mist, and the leading paper person was holding a paper lantern in his hand.

The paper people walked unsteadily, their bodies were extremely uncoordinated, and their heads looked unstable, swaying from side to side, as if they might fall at any time.

Zuo Jing couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, she could feel that they seemed to be looking for some prey.

"Don't make a sound." An Xuan whispered.

Everyone buried their heads even lower, and Zuo Jing held their breath even more.

Fortunately, the paper people didn't find them, but staggered away, and they didn't dare to get up until the friction sound disappeared.

"It's okay." An Xuan exhaled, retracted his gaze from the mist, and then reached out his hand, and in Zuo Jing's shocked eyes, he pulled the bride off her back.

Zuo Jing's eyes changed slightly, "Is it him?!"

The man lying on the ground was very thin, and most importantly, his face turned out to be Mr. Huang!

At this moment, Mr. Huang looked completely different from before. His listless look was gone. His identity was exposed, and his eyes widened. Bloodshot covered the whites of his eyes. He opened his mouth and made a whirring sound.

"In this scene, we are conveying him, not ghosts. An Xuan explained in a low voice: "Those paper people just now are ghosts."

Zuo Jing seemed to have figured something out, and said: "Is it the paper man who indicated the direction when we docked?"

"Yes."

"Leave first." An Xuan continued: "If you have anything to say, go back and talk."

"What about him?" Zuo Jing said, looking at Mr. Huang in a bright red costume.

"Knock him out and take him away. "

They chose a small road, probably because they were worried about meeting those weird paper figures again.

It started to drizzle at some point, and the group hurried on their way. Yuqi proposed to stop and take shelter from the rain, but was rejected by Zuo Jing, who just wanted to return to the room immediately.

She kept looking around, and her intuition told her that the danger was still there and had not disappeared.

Zuo Jing's steps became heavier and heavier as her physical strength was on the verge of overdrawn. Slowly, she was left behind by the team.

After a while, the fat man walking in front of her also proposed to take shelter from the rain, but Zuo Jing, who was annoyed, rejected it again. She couldn't figure it out. Are these two people crazy?

Knowing that there were paper figures looking for them outside, they still wanted to take shelter from the rain

Getting wet in the rain wouldn't kill them.

But what Zuo Jing didn't expect was that More and more people asked to stop and take shelter from the rain. Finally, even An Xuan asked to stop and find a place to hide from the rain.

What puzzled Zuo Jing even more was that the teammates in front of her were just rushing on their way. Even when they asked to take shelter from the rain, they did not look back. Their postures were surprisingly consistent.

A flash of lightning passed by.

With the help of a moment of light, Zuo Jing was surprised to find that the water on the ground had colors, green, yellow, and red, gathered together, like an overturned palette.

Moving her sight a little bit, Zuo Jing found that these pigments flowed down from the bodies of the teammates in front of her, dripping down her trouser legs, and finally mixed together.

Damn it.

Just as Zuo Jing was about to escape, the thunder in the sky came late.

"Boom! "

At the moment of thunder, the six teammates turned around as if they had received instructions at the same time. When Zuo Jing saw their faces clearly, her heart stopped beating.

Their faces were melting.

Like wax figures burned by fire, their eyes, noses, mouths and ears were all shifted, and some of them could not even find their facial features. Their eyes moved down and mixed with their mouths and noses.

Wet paint kept dripping from their faces. Zuo Jing's head banged, and she immediately understood that these companions in front of her were all paper figures!

They were ghosts!

"Why don't you take shelter from the rain?" The fat man, whose eyes had completely melted, stepped forward and said coldly: "Why? !"

"Do you really want to watch us die?" Xia Meng, whose face was completely covered with flowers, screamed.

"Kill her!"

"Kill her!"

"If we peel her skin off, we will no longer be afraid of water! "The paper people grinned and screamed, and crowded up in neat steps, surrounding Zuo Jing in the middle.

The seemingly soft arms of the paper people grabbed Zuo Jing's body and tore off a large piece of skin with flesh and blood.

"Skin! I want her skin!" The paper people were stained red by the spurted blood. The bright red blood on the ground mixed with rain water, dyeing the nearby ground red.

"It's mine!"

"Her skin is mine! "The paper people tore, scrambled and cursed at the same time. They stuck the torn skin to themselves, holding it tightly with one hand, as if worried that it would be snatched away by other paper people at any time, and continued to fight with the other hand.

The shrill wails cut through the night sky, but soon stopped. Then there was only the sound of tearing and the rolling of flesh in the mud.

Mr. Huang, who was wearing a bright red costume, squatted on the ground stupidly, tilted his neck to look, laughed, and blood spurted out, staining his face red.

When An Xuan and the others arrived, everything was over.

In the scarlet mud, there was a tattered corpse that looked like an unrepairable rag doll.

The corpse could no longer be seen in its former appearance. Except for some flesh and blood on the hands and feet, the skin on the body was peeled off, and the same was true for the face.

One eye was connected by blood vessels and nerves, hanging outside, and the other one was completely gone, leaving only an empty eye socket, staring at the night sky above.

Anyone could see how much pain Zuo Jing suffered when she died. There were traces of rolling and struggling everywhere on the ground, intermittently, and it was 10 meters long.

There were fragments of clothes everywhere along the way, of course, more were scattered flesh and skin.

Xia Meng was holding the only lantern in the team.

The fat man looked at the tragic scene in front of him, and there was a constant bloody smell in his nose, and something was surging in his stomach. Chen Qiang and You Qi had vomited once each.

He was fine, and he was still brewing.

Only An Xuan squatted beside the broken body, one knee kneeling in the blood. No one disturbed him. The scene was solemn like a memorial service.

The mouth of the corpse was wide open, still maintaining the scene before death.

After a while, An Xuan stood up, "Let's go." He looked at the lake where the fog had dissipated and whispered, "It's almost dawn."

After this incident, Fatty felt that there was a subtle change in the team. Only he and the doctor returned to their room.

"Doctor." After closing the door, Fatty couldn't wait to ask, "Why did Xia Meng leave with An Xuan? Don't they need to hide their identities?"

Take off your shoes, Jiang Cheng grabbed a pillow and leaned on the bed, "What else is there to hide?" He glanced out the window, exhaled and said, "Didn't you hear him? It's almost dawn."