She had a snow-white complexion and a melancholy expression. Her eyes were holding an umbrella for Bai Liu. The clicking sound of her joints turned into a faint female voice: "You are not him."
The next moment, the woman turned her head and glanced at the other end of the bridge, and then turned her gaze back to Bai Liu, her expression shuddering: "I have waited for so many people, it is not him."
The bridge head is close in front of you.
The woman paused with her feet and looked at the bridge head with red eyes. Her body was soaked with a lot of turbid river water, dripping down the clothes, and the umbrella turned inside, pulling the white willow towards the bridge head, as if she wanted to be at any time. He took it and jumped off the bridge fiercely.
Mu Sicheng finally couldn't help it, he tried to pull Bai Liu out.
Bai Liu took the initiative to get out of the umbrella and ordered coldly: "Jump!"
Mu Sicheng was stunned, and quickly realized that Bai Liu had asked him to jump into the river. He glanced at the river in horror and incredible.
There are many corpses in white clothes with scattered hair and face down on the river. These corpses of the assassins seem to have heard Bai Liu's words, slowly turning their bodies over, revealing a puffy and rotting face, and opening their mouths to smile at them. .
Grass, so many corpses under the bridge, wouldn’t it be a death to jump down
Before Mu Sicheng had time to prepare psychologically, Bai Liu took his hand and jumped down without hesitation.
Both Mu Sicheng and Marty Bridge Ghost stagnated for a few seconds. She probably didn't expect Bai Liu to be so conscious. She dragged it a step further and jumped into the river by herself.
Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng fell into the water, and the pitch-black water poured into Mu Sicheng's mouth and nose with a fishy aura. He coughed a few times in a reflexive manner, and a woman's heart-piercing roar came from behind him: "... give me back!"
Mu Sicheng was so panicked by the roar that he took the time to look back, and was shocked to find that Bai Liu had actually snatched the bridge ghost's umbrella before jumping off the bridge!
The woman had no umbrella in her hand. She was dressed in white, with blood and tears dripping from her eyes. She looked resentfully at Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng who had jumped into the river. She turned and jumped to the bridge pier without hesitation.
Flesh and flesh flew across and bones shattered. The woman slammed on the bridge pier and turned into a bloody half-face. With a huge black mouth filled with mud and sand, she faced with an incomparably ferocious expression. The white willow in the water is chasing.
At this moment, it was not only her, all the floating corpses in the water were like sharks that smelled a fishy smell, and their swollen and rotten bodies were swimming strangely, coming from underwater toward the white willow!
"Damn!" Mu Sicheng turned his head, pulling Bai Liu's wrist and swimming forward, "Run!"
"If you don't run, you can't get off." Bai Liu stepped on the water, floating his head on the water, looking palely at the two banks of the river.
Mu Sicheng looked towards the shore.
The paper Taoist shook the golden bell, drove the zombies and the martyred bridge ghost who gave them an umbrella to get off the bridge, and then the zombies jumped and stopped on the other side of the river.
The Paper Taoist put a talisman on the foreheads of these standing zombies, then shook his head and rang the bell away.
The paper Taoist walked, and walked to the entrance of the main tomb opposite the bridge. It seemed to have fallen a little spark from a distance on its body, and suddenly self-immolated.
A raging fire ignited on it, and within a few breaths, this lifelike paper man turned into smoke and disappeared.
At this time, under the faint flames of the paper Taoist people, Mu Sicheng saw that there were burly, silent corpses hidden in the darkness on the other side of the bridge.
These zombies looked like middle-aged men, with a suppressed yellow talisman on their heads. They stood motionlessly by the river at a certain distance, and beside them stood bridge ghosts with umbrellas covering their faces.
They seem to have been specially arranged to watch and guard the tomb like this. There are some bones and mountaineering bags under their feet, and some dead bodies that have not completely decomposed.
The corpses opened their mouths wide in fear, their faces were black, and there were two large blood holes in their necks.
Looking at their clothes, these corpses should be passers-by in Yinshan Village. I don’t know how they strayed into this tomb. When they encountered the martyred bridge ghost, they jumped down the river in horror and tried to escape, but they finally escaped ashore. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was bitten to death by the shore guard zombie again.
Under the burning orange flames of the Paper Taoists, these zombies looked angry even though they did not move. They rolled their eyes and stared at the floating white willows in the river, with dry and yellowed blood on their fangs.
You can't get on this shore!
What about turning around? Go up from the place on the bridge first, and avoid the disaster!
Mu Sicheng dragged Bai Liu to swim wildly while turning his head to look at the other side of the bridge. His eyes widened in astonishment: "Why is our way gone!?"
On the other side of the bridge is a vain darkness. I can’t see the real scene or the way they came. I can only see some blue-blue ghost flames floating in the darkness, floating far away from the darkness. Go on the bridge and turn into a ghost paper man.
Bai Liu choked twice when he fell into the water, and his face was quite pale: "There is no turning back on the road to the underworld, don't even think about going back."
Mu Sicheng subconsciously asked, "I can't go ashore, and I can't look back, so where are we going now?"
After he finished speaking, he looked back at the floating corpse behind him, his face turned irritable, and he cursed: "These ghosts swim very fast."
Bai Liu was sucked in yin air and choked on yin water. As a stranger, his yang energy was greatly reduced and his energy was much weakened. After entering the water, he was completely lifted by Mu Sicheng on his shoulders.
Fortunately, Mu Sicheng's physique was very good, and Bai Liu was not heavy. Mu Sicheng dragged a long distance to swim at a fast speed, but even so, the floating corpses behind them got closer and closer.
Bai Liu adjusted his breath, raised his soaked eyelashes and looked at the bridge: "Let's swim around and go back under the bridge."
Mu Sicheng people are stupid: "Huh?!"
Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng: "At your speed, you should be able to suspend these floating corpses and swim a circle back to the bridge."
Mu Sicheng asked from the bottom of his heart: "No, we just jumped down from the bridge at the risk of death, why do we want to go back under the bridge again?!"
With so many ghosts and monsters on the bridge, Bai Liu, whose vitality is badly injured, is going back now. Isn't this looking for death
Bai Liu's manipulation of this hand made Mu Sicheng's mind completely stunned, but before he had time to say all of this, the floating corpse behind him rushed up.
Mu Sicheng felt as if he had stepped on a slippery, cloth-draped body back.
Under the swaying water around them, several pale, drowned faces appeared vaguely. Then, the white willow that was lifted by Mu Sicheng suddenly sank, as if something was grabbing at the ankle. Dragged down.
"Fuck!" Mu Sicheng yelled angrily. He leaned back, his arms exerted strength, his calf kicked and grabbed Bai Liu's thing, and he dragged Bai Liu up from the water abruptly.
Bai Liu was pulled out of the water, his face became paler, his eyes closed, his hair wet against his forehead, and drops of water fell down.
"Bai Liu!" Mu Sicheng roared and shook Bai Liu as he swam. He even slapped Bai Liu, but Bai Liu still didn't wake up.
Mu Sicheng's palm was scratched by something, he paused, and then slowly looked at Bai Liu's white lips.
Two blue fangs appeared on Bai Liu's lips, as if they were confiscated. It was just this thing that scratched Mu Sicheng's palm.
[Living people are lifeless, they are walking dead, if I smoke too much anger, I will probably become walking dead, which is a zombie]
"My day!!!" Mu Sicheng collapsed completely, "Bai Liu, you don't mean that you have a sense of measure and will not be sucked to this point by me. You fucking don't mean that you are still a young man, you can be sucked more than one. The yang energy of the hour!"
"How long is this! You are too bad!"
Now Bai Liu didn't know when he would wake up, he didn't know what to do, he could only do it according to what Bai Liu gave him before he fell into a coma!
Mu Sicheng gritted his teeth and pushed Bai Liu's legs and quickly pushed, and began to hang the floating corpse behind. The floating corpse wandered up and down in the water. From time to time, a pair of eyes were exposed on the water, staring at Bai Liu with a coveted ghostly spirit, like it was. Crocodile hunting.
In the later stage of the hanging, Mu Sicheng also began to feel sore and tired. He looked up at the bridge in front of him, gritted his teeth and pushed forward, pushing Bai Liu under the bridge.
The floating corpse behind was thrown a distance by him, and he didn't catch up for the time being, but Mu Sicheng didn't dare to relax at all, because these things will catch up sooner or later!
The question is what should we do now! Bai Liu didn't tell him what to do after getting under the bridge!
Mu Sicheng hung the collar of Bai Liu's clothes on the bridge hook, allowing Bai Liu to be hung out of the water so that he could breathe smoothly, then he turned around and guarded Bai Liu wholeheartedly.
He was so flustered, but still forced to calmly turn and block in front of Bai Liu, took a deep breath and looked at the floating corpses in white who were swimming closer and closer to them.
This person Bai Liu has a very good way of doing things. Bai Liu knows that he is going to become a zombie, and before that he will more or less remind him how to wake up or deal with zombies!
Mu Sicheng's mind was moving fast, and he felt that he hadn't moved his mind so quickly in his entire life.
Bai Liu said that zombies were born to drink blood and worship the moon, and human blood can stimulate zombies!
But here are all dead people, even Mu Sicheng himself, where is human blood coming!
Mu Sicheng was so dizzy that he still didn't figure out how to wake up Bai Liu, but the floating corpses had already swam over, and Mu Sicheng condensed his thoughts and looked at it cruelly.
He himself is a ghost now, and he has a natural advantage over the sullen dead thing like the floating corpse, that is, he is not afraid of death.
The floating corpses in white came over and kicked one by one, and opened one pair of them. Mu Sicheng was full of blood to the back, his eyes were red and he broke the necks of several floating corpses that approached, and threw his head on the bank.
Go ashore and look for it yourself, ghost!
This group of floating corpses won't die after being squeezed off their heads, but losing their heads will make them lose their direction, so they will look for their heads, and looking for their heads will lengthen the time for them to come back and fight with Mu Sicheng.
Mu Sicheng was out of breath, but as he fought, he gradually found that his hands and feet began to rotate and deform, and his facial features gradually disappeared.
He was affected by these femininity yin qi, and he began to become a ghost.