Chapter 900 Habit

Considering that life-saving equipment such as backpacks and tents were still left in the camp, Jiang Cheng glanced at Huai Yi, who consciously said that he was tired and stayed to guard the camp. Google search reading

Jiang Cheng and the others walked for a long time, and finally found another group of people behind a huge rock.

Everyone gathered around, their expressions were surprisingly bad.

Seeing Jiangcheng Gongsun Zhiruo approaching, Zi Gui and the others got out of the way. A horrifying scene suddenly appeared in front of them, and the fat man couldn't help but froze.

Clinging to the rock, there was a miserable corpse. Judging from the remaining clothes, it was none other than Chanli.

but……

"Where is her head?" Gongsun Zhiruo raised his head, his eyes filled with shock and fear. There was not much flesh and blood left on the body, but the skeleton was relatively complete, except for the head.

After hearing this, Zhou Yuxuan, who stared at the skeleton, shook his head, "I don't know, it was like this when we arrived."

"We searched nearby but couldn't find her head." Zigui looked away from the skeleton, with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Her head was taken away," Jiang Cheng said.

It's an obvious question, but they don't yet know why.

"My son and daughter were probably like this when they died, but they were... even worse than her. Not only were their bodies missing meat, but their bones were also broken." Shang Mo said tremblingly.

"What about their heads?" Zhou Yuxuan asked.

"Their heads also disappeared. The police said they searched the house but couldn't find them." Shang Mo recalled the original scene, his face was very ugly, and it could be seen that he was suppressing great pain.

It seems that this starving ghost has the habit of taking away the heads after killing people.

The skeleton barely took on a human shape, and the exposed spine was twisted, giving the impression that it had gone through a painful struggle before death. One of the two arms was straightened and the other was bent, as if it was crawling with strength.

Following the skeleton arm is their camp.

Everyone's mood was indescribably depressed. It seemed that even at the last second of her life, the poor girl did not give up hope of survival and was still trying her best to crawl towards the camp, hoping that someone could save her.

But the mission is not a movie after all, and not all efforts will be rewarded in the end. For most people on the mission, if they make a wrong step, death is the only thing waiting for them.

In the last mission, if Wu hadn't blocked the killer's ax for him, he would have died.

"What is this?" The fat man had sharp eyes and noticed that the corpse's right hand was slightly clenched, and there was a faint hint of yellow leaking from the bloody hand.

Jiang Cheng walked up, squatted next to the skeleton, and pulled the skeleton's right hand without hesitation. Before he could exert any force, there was a crisp "click" sound, and the hand was severed from the wrist.

Fatty's heart tightened, and he quickly apologized to Chanli for the doctor in his heart.

"Click."

"Click."

…

No one could have imagined how much strength Chanli used before she died, clenching her fist so tightly that Jiang Cheng took off a few more of her fingers before pulling out what was inside.

It was a small piece of yellow cloth with a very special texture, as if it had been torn from a whole piece of cloth, and it was very worn.

After Jiang Cheng looked at it for a while, he slowly put his nose up. Suddenly, a stench choked him back.

"Mr. Jiang, what's wrong with you?" Zigui asked with concern.

"It's okay." Jiang Cheng slowly stood up and showed the cloth to them, "This cloth should have been torn off by Chanli from the thing that killed her before she died. There is a strong corpse smell on it. "

"The smell of corpses..." Zhou Yuxuan came up with a strange expression and sniffed slightly. In the next second, his expression changed drastically. He took three or four steps back and almost fell on his back in the snow.

Zhou Yuxuan's performance dispelled the idea of ​​others wanting to get closer and have a sniff.

Gongsun Zhiruo stared at the cloth in Jiang Cheng's hand and asked, "So Chanli was killed by a corpse... no, no, a ghost in yellow clothes?"

Jiang Cheng nodded, "It's possible." After saying that, he didn't care about other people's eyes. He found a piece of clothing from the ground, wrapped the smelly piece of cloth, and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

It was impossible and pointless to take away the remains of his teammates, so everyone buried Cicada with snow, paid their respects briefly, and returned to the camp.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Wang." Zigui came to them on the way back and said, "Lu Yu and Chanli have a very good relationship. Regarding Chanli's appearance when she died, can you not tell her too much detail? I'm worried that Lu Yu She couldn't accept it in her heart."

"Okay." Jiang Cheng said.

But the person who was most affected by Chanli's death was not Lu Yu, but Shang Mo. When the hunchbacked old man saw Chanli's tragic situation, he seemed to have entered a state of confusion and fear. He lowered his head and couldn't help but feel sad. He was muttering something and didn't even know when someone was walking next to him.

Bai Xi walked beside him and heard Shang Mo repeating the four words "What a fool!"

He couldn't say why, but he shivered suddenly, and then immediately looked around. It was as if in an instant, he was locked by a cold and stiff gaze, surrounding him.

After returning to the camp, everyone packed up their backpacks and continued on their way. The snowstorm stopped after dawn.

To be honest, the weather is not bad now, but Chanli's death is like a haze hanging over everyone, giving the entire team a sad tone.

The fat man looked at Lu Yu with a slightly pitying look. After learning about her friend's death, the young girl quickly controlled her emotions. Then, she wiped her tears, picked up her backpack, and continued to move forward.

Looking at the small back, the fat man seemed to see a familiar shadow again.

Jiang Cheng had taught him a long time ago that only the absolutely weak would be sentimental, and men should have a heart of steel.

This was rare. He thought that what the doctor said was not completely right, because the doctor was also a sensitive person at heart, but the doctor was used to wrapping himself up with a layer of cold and hard shell.

The scenery of the Gawuzhangde Snow Mountain is very beautiful. The white sea of ​​snow and the rugged mountains in the distance form a spectacular scene that is hard to see in the city.

The cold air inhaled into the lungs gave people a refreshing feeling that penetrated the heart.

Everyone couldn't help but want to shout at the snow-capped mountains and the empty snowfields. Human power is as small as dust in front of the great power of nature.

This made everyone think of their current situation.

To some extent, the power of ghosts and gods is like the power of nature, which they cannot contend with. Disciples are the outliers among them. They can use the power of the gate to have a better chance of survival than ordinary people in dangerous situations. The price is to bear the curse of the gate. Once it is completely eroded, it will become a nightmare for others.