#1117 Human Skin Channel (2)

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"Ha ha--"

Yang Zimei smiled and knew the result was like this.

Huo Wenhua's ability to get to where he is today naturally has his knowledge and courage.

Kill him, he will not miss today's adventure.

"Let me come first!"

Xiaoqian jumped down with short steps, and then jumped up excitedly, "Ripple, come on, it's so comfortable and flexible!"

Ripples also jumped down.

A child and a fox were jumping on the skins of those people, and Yang Zi's brows and eyes were startled.

These two guys, this is human skin, not a toy city!

Helpless, she had no choice but to step on it.

Indeed, as if ignoring that these roads are cruelly paved with human skin, the feeling of stepping on it is indeed very good, as if stepping on the clouds.

Huo Wenhua also dared to stretch his feet.

He turned the flashlight to its dimest.

This allows him to not see the human skin under his feet.

If you can't see clearly, you can deceive yourself, imagine yourself just stepping on those cowhide rafts, squeeze the peach wood sign around your neck, and follow Yang Zimei's pace step by step.

Yang Zimei has night vision ability, so he can't see anything clearly when the lights are dim like Huo Wenhua.

She can clearly see the situation on the ground.

Every step I take, I feel very guilty.

As she walked, she chanted a spell to escape.

However, this human skin channel unexpectedly did not have any resentment, and there were no ghosts floating around.

Perhaps these people were transported here as human skins after being killed elsewhere, so the grievances did not follow.

After walking about 20 meters, the human skin passage ended.

"Sister, there is a dead person here!"

Xiaoqian pointed to a corner and shouted.

Yang Zimei followed what he was pointing at...

I saw a person leaning on the side of a stone wall.

A wooden stick was stuck in the man's chest, which should have passed through his chest and pinned him down.

Looking at his clothes, he was actually from the Qing Dynasty, his hair was braided, he was wearing a flag uniform, and his face was lowered.

Yang Zimei took out Mo Xiejian and gently picked the stick on his chest.

Maybe it's too old, and the wooden stick has rotted long ago.

When she touched it lightly, it shattered naturally.

And the clothes that the man was wearing also fell to the ground with her sword wind, revealing the man's naked body.

Fortunately, there may be a special air here to prevent the passage of the human skin. Therefore, the skin on the deceased body is not rotten, and the flesh color is fine, except for the place where the chest was pierced by a stick, there is a big black hole.

"Sister, he also has a peach wood card!"

With sharp eyes, Xiao Qian shouted.

Sure enough, on his drooping neck, there was a peach wood sign.

Yang Zimei's sword tip flicked, she broke the rope that hung the peach wood sign, and reached out to hold the peach wood sign in her hand.

As expected, it was a peach wood plaque that she wanted to collect. She really had nowhere to go after breaking through the iron shoes. It took no effort to get it!

Who knew that as soon as she took the peach wood card away, the deceased person in front of her suddenly fell to the ground, and then at the speed of the naked eye, she saw that the muscles were corroding, and finally turned into a pile of bones on the ground.

Yang Zimei looked at the peach wood card in her hand suspiciously.

Could it be that this person has not rotted for so many years, not because of the air here, but because the peach wood sign is kept fresh?

Huo Wenhua was like watching a sci-fi movie when he saw a corpse with good skin and flesh rotted in front of his eyes, and finally turned into a bone, and almost vomited again.

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