Thud thud!
The footsteps were very slow, like a normal person slowly moving forward.
Hei Jie held his breath and exchanged a look with Shang Han. He realized that the latter was trembling.
Thud thud!
Soon, a figure appeared at the corner of the road and walked toward them.
"What the hell … That was scary …"
Shang Han let out a long sigh. "I'll go ask for directions …"
As he walked toward the figure, he asked, "Uncle … Do you know this road is called … called … Haha … Haha …"
Shang Han's eyes widened and his teeth chattered. He was so scared that he fell to the ground and kept moving backward. "He, he, he …"
Hei Jie took a step forward and saw it clearly.
It was not a person!
Or rather … a corpse!
The corpse was middle-aged with a dark face and tattered clothes.
Beneath his feet, bloody footprints appeared. It seemed that with every step he took, blood would flow from his body.
"Ah!"
The young girl's screams tore through the dead silence and echoed in the sky.
"Run!"
Hei Jie grabbed Shang Han and ran with the two girls.
Behind them, the corpse continued to walk forward at a steady pace, leaving behind two lines of bloody footprints.
"Huff! Huff! "
When a person was extremely afraid or excited, they would stimulate the secretion of adrenaline, putting the body in a very strange state.
Hei Jie had this feeling, as if he was very powerful.
But beside him, Shang Han and the two girls were almost paralyzed with fear. They greatly hindered his speed.
"Run!" Shang Han shouted. "I remember now … He's … the first victim of the serial murder case. His name is Gu Tao. I've seen his photo before."
"The dead … resurrected?" Nair was also panicking. "Quick … go find someone, help!"
"Ah!"
At this time, Green Damask screamed again. "Why … Why are we back?"
Hei Jie looked ahead and saw the corpse again.
But instead of running away from it, it was facing it head-on.
If not for Green Damask's reminder, he might have crashed into it.
"Is this … a maze?"
Hei Jie felt a little dizzy at this scene that was beyond common sense.
He was still fine, but the little girl named Nair was on the verge of breaking down.
"We … can't escape … We'll all die here … just like Ziyuan …" Shang Han yelled hysterically. "Ziyuan's murderer is not human!"
I don't want to die!
"Think of a way! Think of a way! "
Looking at the approaching corpses, Hei Jie suddenly opened his bag and dumped it on the ground, causing many textbooks to fall.
He grabbed a black notebook and looked at the ground again.
There were bloody footprints left behind by the corpse!
"I have an idea …"
Hei Jie said in a low voice. He didn't care if the corpse was dead or alive. He said in a hoarse voice, "I just want to get some blood from that corpse! We have to walk towards him and circle to his back … "
In this alley, if one ran backwards, they would end up facing the corpse, and there were high walls on both sides.
Therefore, they had no way to escape and could only advance toward the corpse.
"Are you crazy?"
Shang Han yelled, "Go if you want, I won't go even if I die …"
"Damn!"
Hei Jie looked at the two girls who were hugging each other and crying on the ground. He suddenly felt tired.
He placed his right hand on his chest and felt his heart beating violently. He thought of Ziyuan again.
'If I die here …'
Hei Jie's legs were weak. He gritted his teeth and walked towards the corpse.
The closer he got, the thicker the stench became. He almost vomited or fainted.
The alley was very narrow, and the person was walking in the middle of the road. Hei Jie leaned his body sideways and pressed against the wall, wishing he could turn into a piece of paper.
'Closer! Closer! '
At this distance, he could clearly see the corpse's face.
Around forty years old, his face was green and black, his eyes were lifeless, and many parts of his body were rotting …
The corpse walked forward slowly, as if it didn't notice him and walked towards the three people.
Thud thud!
The footsteps were getting further away, but Hei Jie felt his legs go weak. He could barely move. This was because he was scared!
"Huff … I won the bet, I'm alive!"
He sat on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Help!"
At this time, Shang Han and the other two saw the corpse approaching and could not help but scream.
"Hang in there …"
Hei Jie sprawled on the ground and flipped open the black notebook.
He picked up a pen, dipped it in the blood on the ground, and started writing the name 'Gu Tao'.
The blood on the ground was strange too. It was as thick as blood plasma, and it did not change color.
'If a person is bleeding non-stop, the blood should have dried up by now. Why is there still blood?'
Hei Jie had a strange thought.
However, just as he dipped the pen into the blood, the corpse suddenly turned around and walked towards him.
"Ahhh …"
Hei Jie sprawled on the ground, his hands trembling. He wrote the name crookedly, and even a three-year-old could write it better than him.
But Hei Jie could not care less.
After he finished writing the name, the corpse came to his side, casting a huge shadow on him.
'The Cursed Book, it's all up to you now!'
Hei Jie closed his eyes and placed all his hope on his notebook.
…
At this time, Fang Xian had no idea what had happened in the outside world.
After all, his Divine Telekinesis could not reach out of the notebook.
Other than reading Hei Jie's diary, there was nothing else for him to do.
'The Record of Dongxuan … I really don't dare to study it. Although my cultivation level has increased, I don't know if this world will recognize it … Also, my strength has decreased a lot, and I'm afraid I won't be able to control it …
'But I can try the Divine Powers that I've learned … And the Dharma Spells from the previous world …
'Do I have to be a grandpa and selectively release some Dharma Spells to do some experiments? But I can guess that this world will not recognize the Dharma Spells from the previous world … If the previous world of Immortal Cultivation was seventy to eighty percent similar to my previous world of Wuxia, then this world is not even ten to twenty percent similar … '
At this moment, Fang Xian noticed that there was an additional name written in blood on the notebook.
The name was not important. The blood was the medium!
'Huh? What happened to this kid? Why is he so dark that he wants to kill someone? No … It doesn't seem to be a person! '
Fang Xian's Primordial Spirit reached out and felt a strange person, or rather … a corpse!
'Looks like the notebook is not the only strange thing in this world … Huh? It seems to have a lot of spirituality in it. How many people did it kill? '
He thought for a while and began to curse the corpse using the characteristics of the notebook.
This was a battle between strange and strange!
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