After a period of time, a layer of bones will be buried on top, allowing the curse to continue for a long time.
"I finally understand what it means to use us as living sacrifices..." Nick remembered what Kevin said before, and his face turned green.
"The cemetery was built like this so that one can die, one can kill another, just to add to the curse." The officer next to Nick echoed.
Hearing this, Oswald's expression became even worse when he thought of Kevin who had already entered the tomb.
Just when he opened his mouth to give an order, a gust of whizzing wind blew up along the ankles of everyone, and the insect lamps in everyone's hands flickered twice, and suddenly went out with a "plop".
Everyone was shocked.
"The sack is filled with worms and not fire, how could it be blown out by the wind?" Someone said in a low voice in disbelief.
"Because it's not turned off, but the bugs inside are all dead." Oswald said coldly, "Do you still remember their respective positions just now? Everyone gathered with their backs, and something came."
"what?!"
"Undead..."
When everyone outside the door was in trouble, Kevin was walking unhurriedly on a winding road with a bug lamp. If you look closely, you can see that the sights on both sides of this road are simply creepy—
It was a piece of tall grass like reeds, almost reaching Kevin's shoulders. It's just that the tops of the tall grass are not hair spikes, but human faces.
Every face is pale and slightly swollen, with eyebrows and eyeballs being exceptionally black, the contrast is so sharp that it makes one's scalp tingle. There were men, women, old and young, and they stared straight at Kevin, as if there was nothing else worthy of their attention in this place except him.
In fact, this is indeed the case. This road is extremely silent, except for Kevin's infinitely amplified "rustle" footsteps, there is only another rhythmic muffled sound left.
That was the sound of blood dripping on the ground.
From the moment he entered the gate of the cemetery, new wounds appeared on Kevin's body, and then slowly healed automatically. Sometimes it's fingers, sometimes it's arms, sometimes it's on the chest and back...
Each time, it starts with the rapid ulceration of the epidermis, followed by dripping flesh and blood, until the white bones are exposed, and then slowly regenerates and heals. Before this wound healed completely, the other wound began to repeat the process.
So Kevin walked all the way, and the blood on the ground had already formed a line.
The faces on both sides couldn't help swallowing their saliva, staring at Kevin, as if they were extremely hungry but fearful. Wherever Kevin went, which part of the face would subconsciously hide back, giving Kevin a wider path. And once Kevin took a step forward, those faces would pounce on the ground like crazy, licking the dripping flesh and blood.
It jumped so fast that it almost hit Kevin's heel. But Kevin didn't even pause, and just continued to stride forward.
When those people swallowed the blood mud on their faces, they would make a rude "puff and puff" sound, as if they were not swallowing a thin layer of flesh and blood, but swallowing something into their stomachs.
Kevin's face was as pale as paper under the light of the bug lamp, as if he had just been dug out from the ground by Ben. When there was no one around, those usual expressions would disappear from his face, making him appear extraordinarily cold and devoid of any emotion.
This creepy road does not go straight to the end, and there are several identical-looking forks in the middle.
Whenever he came across a fork in the road, Kevin didn't even lift his eyelids, and walked straight into one of them with a turn of his toes, looking familiar.
Before long, he came to the end of the road.
Behind him were swallowing human faces. When they frantically devoured the blood and mud on the ground, their eyes were still staring at Kevin, as if they were reluctant to let him go, but out of a certain fear, they did not dare to take it seriously. to stop.
In front of Kevin, there was a hot, bubbling swamp. The mud in the swamp looked strange, like black, but with a little dark red, bubbling like boiling, which made people look like Unspeakably uncomfortable.
Kevin stared at the swamp for a moment, frowning slightly, and then slowly returned to indifference, even colder than before. He raised his left hand, which was rotten from skin to bone, and hung it over the mud.
Big drops of blood fell into the swamp in strings, and were steamed by the heat, exuding a more intense bloody smell.
Kevin's left hand, which was about to become a bone, healed little by little, and finally turned into a slender and well-proportioned appearance.
The moment he withdrew his hand, a bloody swamp suddenly popped out.