At the entrance of Buyu Village, the photographer looked nervously at the old man on the recliner.
Just standing in front of the old man, he almost couldn't breathe.
The eyes behind him were as cold as knives, and he knew he couldn't delay any longer.
Gritting his teeth, he forced out an ugly smile and waved to the old man in a friendly manner.
It was only at this moment that the photographer realized how strong the psychological quality of the guy who had just entered the village was. He was able to talk and laugh with such a monster, and he was even able to gain the upper hand in this "confrontation".
Behind him, Fatty Lao Zhang had already taken back the lost dog. The black backpack behind him kept encouraging him, but he ignored it.
As long as the gaze is lost, the bereaved dog will lose its activity in a short time.
Beside the fat man, the man in sunglasses stared at the photographer expressionlessly.
He had just given instructions to the others that they would evacuate this place immediately once this unlucky guy failed and died.
Suddenly, all the eyes present were focused on the trembling photographer.
Although the latter was scared, he had not lost his mind. Although the man in sunglasses emphasized that he should follow Bai Mo's look, he did not intend to make a sound.
He forced himself to calm down, the smile on his face widened a little, and he reached out to touch the hood on the old man's face.
The old man looked at him indifferently without making any move.
The photographer took deep breaths repeatedly, moved his hand forward inch by inch, and finally touched the other person's face.
Cold, rotten, and no different than a dead body.
He tried to pull off the hood, but couldn't. Seeing that the old man didn't respond, he became more courageous. He gritted his teeth and used both hands to pull back hard.
But he used all his strength to suck the milk. Even though the head should be pulled out, he still couldn't pull off the hood.
During this period, the man in sunglasses tried to sneak into the village, but was stopped by the old man again, so he had to give up.
He put a gun against the photographer's waist and warned him not to waste time.
Although the latter cursed in his heart, he couldn't resist. He understood what the man in sunglasses meant, and what he did just now...he should do it.
After a brief hesitation, he gritted his teeth, took out the gag talisman from his mouth, looked at the old man on the recliner, and said in a trembling voice: "Sir...sir, why do you wear a hood to sleep?"
The old man just looked at him without reacting.
fine?
After witnessing this scene, everyone was overjoyed, and the photographer almost burst into tears. He boldly asked, "Master, how about I help you take off your hood?"
The old man still didn't respond.
The photographer breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the hood again and tried to pull it up, and found that it could be pulled this time!
It works! Could this be the way to clear the level?
Feeling a little ridiculous, he took a deep breath and slowly pulled off his hood amid the nervous eyes of everyone.
The sky was gloomy, and the old man's true appearance was completely exposed to the cold air.
Everyone's hearts sank.
Underneath the hood...
It was a face that was covered in blood and flesh!
There are obvious traces of bullet holes on the face, and the granulations at the wound are squirming like tiny pink centipedes, constantly climbing on the sarcoma.
The photographer felt sick to his stomach. He suddenly felt that maybe he shouldn't take off his hood...
At this moment, the monster's eyes suddenly changed and it stared at him.
A chill ran down his spine, and he felt that death would come at any time. He quickly recalled Bai Mo's tone and said with a smile: "Uncle, why don't you go into the house, otherwise you will catch a cold..."
The old man stood up slowly.
The photographer was shocked and said in a panic: "Uncle, as you get older, you should sunbathe more..."
The old man leaned forward, his head gradually getting closer to him.
"Uncle, you really have a childlike innocence..."
He was about to cry, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of blood and putrid smell.
"I'll help you put the hood back on! I know that Bull Warriors never take off their hoods..."
The next second, his voice stopped suddenly and he spit out a large mouthful of blood.
A scarlet tongue spurted out along with the blood and landed at the old man's feet.
"Shh..."
The latter glanced at everyone present, raised his index finger to his lips, and made a silent gesture.
The photographer couldn't figure out why he died until he died. It was clear that nothing happened to that guy before...
Not only him, but the entire exploration team had difficulty understanding the situation in front of them.
The man in sunglasses did not hesitate at all and immediately issued the retreat order.
You don't have to make money, but you will lose your life if you lose it. Everything just happened was too weird. He planned to go back and review the game first, and then explore this restricted area again when he was sure.
As for the deal with Changchun Company...does life matter?
The old man didn't even look at the corpse at his feet. There was no expression on his bloody face. His eyes turned to the people who were about to evacuate, his eyes full of malice.
The man in sunglasses had a sudden thought and immediately stood in front of everyone, telling them not to hesitate and leave here as soon as possible.
Not long after, he seemed to notice something was wrong, and his expression became particularly ugly.
The teammates behind him didn't make any movement, as if they didn't see his gesture.
Looking back, I saw that everyone seemed to be frightened, standing there blankly, looking at the direction they came from - the narrow path with frightened eyes.
To be more precise...looking at the figures on the trail.
It was a shirtless, white-haired man, his eyes were bound by blood-stained red cloth, his body was covered in scars, the wounds were criss-crossed, it was so hideous and terrifying that it was shocking to see him.
Two of his shoulder blades were pierced by metal black spikes. The ends of the black spikes were connected to two huge and heavy chains, which spread to the man's arms and ankles, and finally wrapped around his neck.
The chain was covered with tiny sharp thorns, and every time the man moved, blood would ooze from his body.
He walked toward everyone step by step, the chains made a loud noise, and blood flowed all over the floor, but he seemed not to notice the pain.
After just one glance, the man in sunglasses froze up, as if his body no longer belonged to him and he couldn't move at all.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
The terrible premonition seemed to crush the nerves, and an endless trembling feeling spread from the depths of the soul.
"What the hell is this..."
Swallowing a gulp of saliva, the man in sunglasses stared at the man - this guy's mouth was sewn up with dense black threads, and it was definitely related to Buyu Village.
The man moved slowly, as if staring in a certain direction, completely ignoring the people who were unable to move, and a long blood trail was dragged out on the ground.
Behind everyone, the old man at the entrance of the village had already disappeared along with the deck chair.
Time seemed to be stretched infinitely, and every second was extremely painful.
Like inconspicuous dust, every member of the team who was touched by the man died instantly. Blood mist filled the sky, and the dark sky became more and more misty.
No one can resist, life is like weeds on the roadside, withering away without value.
The man in sunglasses was filled with grief and anger. He moved his arms desperately, trying to touch the dagger at his waist - as long as he held the dagger, he could perform his own life-saving magic!
As long as you touch it, even just a little bit...
But everything was in vain, in front of this monster, he couldn't even satisfy his small desire.
His thoughts were scattered, his vision was pitch black, and his ears were filled with the deafening sound of iron chains rubbing together. The man in sunglasses barely gathered his consciousness, and then he realized that his whole body was riddled with holes and blood was splattered.
It turns out I'm going to die...
But he couldn't even feel physical pain.
His consciousness merged in all directions, and in the midst of chaos, he suddenly recalled something.
The stone stele in Buyu Village seems to be slightly lower than the stone stele in other restricted areas, and the letter C engraved on the stone stele is also much smaller...
Wait...that's it.
He suddenly realized something, and suddenly he was no longer so desperate, but felt a little relieved.
"It's not a C-level restricted area..."
He smiled bitterly. If the stone tablet in Buyu Village was pulled out, could the slightly smaller C be... actually the upper half of S?
"Death in an S-level restricted area is not considered cowardly."
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the man in sunglasses fell to the ground safely.
The man with the chain on his back walked towards the village with heavy steps without stopping at all.
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At the same time, there was a room filled with red envelopes.
The black wind chime rang without any wind, and a red envelope fell to the ground.