Zhou Fan seemed to have a voice in his heart shouting for him not to look at it anymore, but he didn't have time to say it, and when his mouth just moved slightly to make Xiaolian stop, Xiaolian lifted his bandeau up a few inches.

This was originally a very fragrant and glamorous seductive action, but Zhou Fan's pupils suddenly contracted, his scalp was numb for a while, and his head seemed to explode at any time.

Her lower abdomen was hollowed out, revealing congealed flesh, and a white bone could be faintly seen, apparently caused by the excavation of some of the flesh.

"It's ...... This is ......" Zhou Fan's face turned pale, his throat surged, and he couldn't say the words behind.

"Do you like it?" asked Xiaolian, still smiling.

But her smile made him feel terrified from the bottom of his heart, and he shook his head: "Why...... Why...... Your stomach ......"

"Are you sleepy?" Xiaolian snorted lightly, and said with some dissatisfaction: "This is dug down to make dumpling meat filling for you, you eat it every day, how do you ask this, you look at my legs ......"

He couldn't help but look downstream, and he was startled, if he hadn't been sitting, he would have collapsed to the ground.

The woman's legs were full of pitted flesh and blood scars, and white bones were visible, all of which were caused by pieces of flesh being cut off.

As soon as he thought of the dumplings he had just eaten, the dumplings he had eaten before, he finally couldn't help but vomit and threw up on the table.

He shuddered as he threw up, and he didn't even dare to look up at the woman in front of him.

Until his neck was sore, he still looked up in fear.

But Xiaolian is gone.

He was the only one left in the room.

He was still trembling, looking at the glass oil lamp, and didn't understand why Xiaolian was digging up her flesh to feed him?

Crazy?

This must be a crazy woman.

Why is he here?

Why did the crazy woman bring him food every day?

He thought about it, and his head felt like it was going to explode again, and he slapped his hand on the head.

"Ah Yao, Ah Yao, come and save me. He whispered to himself again, hoping that Ah Yao would take him away from this ghost place.

But soon remembering Ah Yao, his face showed a look of horror again.

Because he remembered that Ah Yao's leg was lame...... He remembered that Ah Yao cut off his big thigh meat and made dumplings for him to eat.

He vomited again.

He shuddered, these two madmen......

After vomiting for a while, feeling that the contents of his stomach were empty, he pale and supported the wooden chair handles on both sides with his hands, trying to stand up.

He had to get out of here, or he was afraid that one day he would be chopped into meat sauce by those two madmen to make dumplings.

The strong desire to survive made him barely stand up, and his face was happy, it turned out that he was not unable to move, his feet were just numb.

He quickly took a step with trembling feet...... Two-step ......

He walked towards the wooden door, not looking at the curtain on the left side of the room, nor at the gray wooden box on the floor.

He just wants to get out of here now.

Walking into the darkness, he groped around the wall where Ah Yao and Xiaolian had entered and exited before, hoping to find the handle of the door.

It's just that he couldn't find anything.

He looked for a moment and almost wanted to slap himself twice, then walked quickly back to the table and picked up the glass oil lamp.

Holding the glass oil lamp, he returned to his original place and looked at the gray wooden wall.

By the light of the lamp, he would have found the door.

Only he froze, the lights illuminated the wooden walls, but there was no trace of the door.

"Where's the door? how did they get in without a door?" he frantically pushed against the wall, trying to push a door open on the wall.

But the wooden wall was stronger than he had thought, and there was no way he could push a door open in the wall.

"There is no door...... There is no door......" he muttered to himself, and suddenly an even more terrifying fact occurred to him.

If there is no door, will Ah Yao and Xiaolian still be in this room?

As soon as he thought of Ah Yao and Xiaolian hiding in the shadows and peeping at him, he felt as if his blood had congealed.

"No, no, if they're here, why can't I see them?" He quickly turned around with the glass oil lamp, and he didn't see Ah Yao and Xiaolian standing behind him, nor did he see Ah Yao and Xiaolian standing in the corner of the dark, so he was slightly relieved.

But he was breathing heavily, staring at the black curtain opposite.

Will Ah Yao and Xiaolian hide behind the curtain?

"Shall I go over and have a look?" he gasped, feeling his heart beat faster and faster, like a drum pounded by a slamming mallet.

He slowly moved to the table, he didn't dare to look at the black curtain anymore, and thought to himself what to do.

He quickly looked at the ash box.

"Xiaolian, that crazy woman said that I asked her to move the gray wooden box, but I don't remember, what was in the box?"

"She may be lying to me, but maybe there will be weapons in the box that can be used, so hiding behind the curtain If it's Ah Yao and Xiaolian, then I'm not unarmed......

Thinking so, the ghost decided to open the box, and he crouched down to observe it.

The box was not nailed, and he forcefully lifted the probe on the upper floor to look.

Inside the knee-high box was a woman whose whole body was bent into a ball shape, and if it weren't for the bending into a ball, such a large box would not have been able to fit at all.

The woman in the box had twisted her hands and feet like twisted flowers, her face was facing the sky, her face was covered with a thick white foundation, her cheeks were painted with bright blush, her lips were smeared with red rouge, and her dead eyes were staring at him.

Both rows of his teeth trembled, and he recognized the woman even though she was wearing heavy makeup.

This is Xiaolian.

Xiaolian is inside the box.

Xiaolian is in the box, who is the one who just talked to him and had his flesh cut off from his body?

He looked at the dead woman in the box, and his whole stomach was about to turn over, and if he hadn't vomited twice, he would have vomited again.

It seemed to be getting darker and darker.

This feeling made him turn his head to look at the glass oil lamp in his hand.

The oil lamp is about to run out, and he is panicked when he recognizes this fact, if he falls into the dark, how will Ah Yao, who is hiding in the shadows, and Xiaolian, who doesn't know if it is Xiaolian, deal with him?

He took the oil lamp, which was getting darker and darker, plucked up his courage, and walked towards the black curtain with trembling feet.

He wanted to see what was inside the black curtain before the oil lamp went out.

The curtain was hanging, and he pulled it hard, pulling it aside, and the dim light reflected it.

On the other side of the curtain hung a series of sleek people, fifteen of them.

These people were gagged by the cloth, and their bodies were covered with dented scars, as if they had cut off the flesh on their bodies with a sharp knife.

Zhou Fan's face was shocked, and he suddenly understood that the sound of slapping the curtain was a curtain kicked by the person in front of him with his toes.

Suddenly, a pair of rotten, swollen, dead fishy hands reached out of the darkness and covered his cheeks.

The last light of the oil lamp went out, and it became pitch black.

There was no more light.