"Yangyang, go and see." I said to Chongyang.
It is estimated that Chongyang has no feeling for me to think of it as a name, and directly took the flashlight to look at the big urn.
The big urn is very high, and Chongyang's height can be seen clearly by lowering his head. He looked inward with the flashlight and frowned.
Fang Jinyue and I took two steps back in silence, ready to slip away at any time, but nothing happened. "Yoko, what's in it?"
"I can't see clearly, it's like a urn of oil."
I’m not afraid of this anymore. I leaned forward and looked at it. If I want to see what’s inside, it’s not so easy. Although it’s not shorter than the big urn, but I can’t turn my eyesight, I’m just a little bit taller than it. I can't see what's underneath, but the scent is tangy, and it can be concluded that it is the smell from the contents of the urn.
Chongyang's two hands stuck in my armpits and picked up the person, and raised my head. This can't be seen clearly. I can't see clearly when I put my hands close to the moon, I jumped around and wondered what was inside, I smiled at him triumphantly. I smiled and looked down at what was inside the urn.
The inside was dark, and there was only a half-urn that resembled grease. Judging from the texture under the light, it was not completely solidified. It was a semi-liquid handle. It was pitch black, like grease and oil, this thing. There seems to be something wrapped in it.
My curiosity came up, and the other party Jinyue said: "Yizi, lend me your trekking pole for use."
"Don't you just put it on your belt?" Fang Jinyue asked, raising her head.
"It's not easy for me to take it. I don't have any hands on Chongyang. Hurry up. I'll give you a helping hand later when I ask you to be positive."
This kid didn’t know what I wanted him to do with trekking poles. He vaguely knew that there was nothing good, but he didn’t dare to refuse. He handed it to me awkwardly. I took it and smiled triumphantly, so I wouldn’t use it myself. Let's mess with this stuff.
The length of trekking poles is not daring to be pierced to the end with one pole, but it is enough to mix things in the middle of the big urn.
"Don't be so high, a little lower, a little lower."
I leaned forward and stretched Fang Jinyue's trekking pole into it. Stir it up. The stuff inside the semi-condensed body seemed to be quite large, a bit hard, and vaguely a sphere.
But this angle is not easy to exert force, and it is difficult to completely pick out the sphere from the semi-condensed object, so it is difficult to see what it is.
I was unwilling to stir in it twice again, feeling that the trekking pole was entangled by something, so I had a point of borrowing, I turned it around to make it tighter, and then lifted the trekking pole back. .
Oh, it's a bit heavy, but it's not that heavy.
With one hand, I barely hooked up the stuff inside with the sticky things. It was a mass of strips, and the ball was also taken up, indicating that the two are one.
As the exposed part gets bigger and bigger, I can vaguely see a rough outline.
This seems to be...
A human head
I stabilized my mind and continued to struggle upwards.
I originally thought the strips were hair on human heads, but they were obviously too thick and very large. Gradually, I realized that this was not a single human head, but half of the body was connected under the neck of this head.
As for the ribbon, it is the intestine glued to the abdominal cavity of half of the corpse.
I lost my curiosity in an instant, and I was about to shake these things off, when I saw something lifted up in the black grease.
That seems to be...
I squinted and looked at...
It's the arm on that half of the body.
A dark hand lifted up, grabbed the lump of intestines wrapped around the trekking pole, and yanked it down. I didn't react for a while, the intestines were tightly wrapped around the trekking poles, and my upper body, which was originally leaning forward, plunged directly into the big urn.
But at this time, it was too late to let go, and that hand dragged half of my body and grabbed my arm directly.
Although my scalp was numb for a moment, I didn't expect that only half of my body could be scammed.
However, to be precise, this is the first time I have met a corpse, good guy, the tomb-raising notes are real.
Thinking about it, the hand that was still outside the urn had already thrown the flashlight, supporting the side of the urn, it was greasy and greasy, and it felt like all the old dirt was rubbed on the hand.
I plunged my head in, and my eyes were pitch black, but my face was already rubbing against the stuff inside. It was smooth and greasy. I didn't know if it was the black grease or the intestines.
Fortunately, Chongyang has been supporting me underneath, and pulled me out of it when the situation was bad. But the thing that was holding my arm didn't let go, and was taken out directly, and the sticky cock was thrown to the ground.
Chongyang put down me, who was still in shock. I looked at the half of the person. Although my hand was still holding me and still exerting force, there was no other action.
Chongyang took a trekking pole and slammed it on the wrist of the thing, and when the force was loose, it fell from me, and I let out a sigh of relief.
"What is this?" I said anxiously.
Chongyang shook his head.
I wiped my face indiscriminately, feeling that the fat soaked in the body seemed to have entered my mouth, not knowing whether it was a psychological effect or something.
I took Fang Jinyue's trekking pole to Paraná. It was indeed a bare black head with half of the body and internal organs in the abdominal cavity.
Of course, it was all pitch black, and the broken wound was cotton-like. The arm was still twitching and flicking.
"This is not dead." I said, "Fortunately, it's not a corpse fraud. If it's a corpse fraud, then materialism won't continue."
"Even if I flick it twice, okay?" Fang Jinyue looked at the black trekking pole in my hand, crying.
"It smells weird," I said.
After watching for a while, there was nothing new, "Would you like to keep looking."
Chongyang said: "It is estimated that all the big urns in it are soaked corpses."
"Is it brewing?" I muttered, and handed back Fang Jinyue's trekking pole, and hung the one on my waist.
"Let's go," I said. "Go to the second floor and take a look. Leave here if there is nothing."
Looking at the bacon, I felt a little flustered.
However, often what should happen will still happen. I heard a click from the depths of these large urns, the sound of broken urns.
The three of them flashed their flashlights in that direction at the same time, and there was an unremarkable mouthful of the urn, but the upper part was broken, and a bare head came out inside, followed by shoulders, arms, thighs, calves... all It's black, but I can already see that the color of this thing is not black, it's just the black grease on it.
After the black old man leaned out half of his body, he stopped moving, as if he was stuck or was being held back. Anyway, it was difficult for him to move forward half a step further.
"Should we continue watching the excitement or just turn around and run." Fang Jinyue whispered.
I said: "Of course it's running, is it possible to wait for others to save up?"
The three slowly backed away. The black brother seemed to be in a hurry. He smashed the big urn in half with a punch, and the black grease inside was gurgling out, but the black brother was still unable to move. At this time, I realized that he was not stuck. Instead, half of his body stuck, stuck to the outer shell of the large urn.
The black old man murmured twice, continued to struggle forward, and chuckled, which is the sound that can be made by stepping on a plastic bag of shit. He tore himself in half.
Half of them were still stuck to the big urn, and the other half had already got out, dragging the squirming internal organs, jumped two steps on one leg, and fell to the ground with a plop.
Only then did I clearly see the original color of his internal organs, which was blue-gray.
As we stepped back and watched the excitement, the three of them stopped at the same time, because it was not that we wanted to continue to see the black old man, but behind us, the entrance when we came, quietly stood a human figure thing.
This is a... Cyan brother, oh, I see, it turns out that the black brother is the green brother after taking a bath.
"Brother Yang..." I poked Chongyang's waist and eyes, "This stuff is not familiar."
Chongyang nodded. The two looked at each other, and their faces became difficult to look at at the same time.
This thing is really familiar, but we don’t know why there is starvation in this place? (End of this chapter)