Chapter Eighty-Nine: Zhangbei County

With the concerted efforts of the people, it took a day to finally clear a path in the valley, and at the same time collect the bodies and cremate them.

Among them, there are some, but not corpses, but the injuries are too severe, so ...... It can only relieve its pain.

The two teams combined originally had a total of 1,000 people, but now, there were only 700 left, and the losses were serious and shocking.

However, while people are sad, the rest is cheerful.

When people die, food consumption decreases, and some goods naturally go into the hands of people with good intentions. As a result, there was a battle between the open and the dark. However, it was all solved in one night, and by the day of the next day, everyone tacitly stopped.

Heaven gives face, and it's a sunny day. There was no danger through the valley, and then hurried all the way to Zhangbei County under the Inuya Peak of Huya Mountain.

Seeing this county town standing halfway up the mountain, everyone couldn't help but cheer and cheered.

The ghosts crying hidden in the crowd, and it was obvious that they could feel their excitement.

This step is not easy!

In the carriage, Old Chen, who was frowning, couldn't help but loosen his brows, and ordered, "Speed up and enter the city early." ”

However, as the county seat got closer, the excitement of the crowd not only did not increase, but decreased.

A corpse, hung from a tree with a crooked neck, swayed in the wind. The corpse was already stiff, it was pecked by birds, the white bones of the forest were exposed, and the empty eyes were staring at the people passing by, and a chill hit people's hearts.

There was a bang, the bushes shook, a roar exploded, and immediately after, a figure rushed out with a firewood knife.

Burst!

One of the guards threw the spear in her hand, pinning the man to the ground, and she twisted her body weakly, then her arms fell to the ground, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground.

The guard rode over and drew his spear.

It's not a monster, it's not a zombie, it's just an ordinary woman. It's just that she's so thin, skinny and skinny, that she can't tell how old she is, like a demon who has been starved to death, her face is distorted, and even if she is dead, her eyes are wide open, and her eyes are scarlet.

The guard was so frightened that he almost let go of his spear, and he hurriedly picked the corpse to the side of the road, turned his horse's head and returned to the group.

People have fewer and fewer smiles on their faces.

They didn't know how desperate it was to make a team of hundreds of people with a body that was almost falling apart and holding a firewood knife.

Most likely, the woman has gone insane.

Hundreds of people, frightened by a dead woman, so that no one dared to stop, hurried past the woman's corpse.

In order not to attract attention, the ghost cry did not stop, and hurried by.

A white avenue had become muddy after hundreds of people had hurried along.

Hazy white mist rose from the crowd and drifted in the air, like a long white snake, winding forward.

Listening to the report of his subordinates, Old Chen's originally loosened brows furrowed again, just hoping that nothing would go wrong again.

The gate of the county seat was wide open and unguarded.

Under the cave of the city, several wild dogs saw the crowd coming, and hurriedly got into the city and disappeared.

A few unknown birds, standing at the head of the city, shrunk their heads, huddled together, their eyes half-open and half-closed as if they were dying.

The cold wind blew, and hundreds of people passed through the city wall quietly without a word, and entered the city.

In the city, there was a deathly silence.

On the road, there is not a single pedestrian.

The doors of the houses on both sides were closed, and behind the windows, a pair of eyes greedily looked at the people entering the city.

On the way, I passed by an inn, and a few people walked in, the inn was empty, the tables and chairs were overturned, a corpse was nailed to the wall, clothes were stripped naked, and only a small amount of flesh remained attached to the skeleton, shaking slightly.

Several people who entered the inn were immediately frightened out, their faces were pale, and they looked around with fear.

The ghost cries and stops at the side of a ruin, which was originally a private house, in the style of a two-story building, and the main body should be a wooden and bamboo structure.

Today, all that remains is coke, rubble, and remnants of unburned wood.

He broke away from the group and walked into the ruins. No one paid attention to him, and everyone was too busy to take care of themselves at this time.

Devil Cry sheathed his long knife at his waist, tightened the wrap on his back, bent down and grabbed a thick piece of wood, and with all his strength, lifted it along with the rubble.

A rickety, twisted figure emerged from it, let out a piercing scream, covered his eyes hard, and after two screams, he stopped and collapsed on the ground, no longer moving.

Boom!

Behind the ghost's cry, there was the sound of swallowing saliva. A group of people, attracted by the screams, noticed the situation, and then, frightened.

Ghost Cry stepped forward and opened the stiff and twisted human body, and the tentacles were not soft flesh, but stiff and cold flesh.

The stench hit, and the smell of urine and feces and corpses mixed together, making Ghost Cry can't help but cut off his sense of smell with the Turtle Breath Technique.

Devil May Cry checked it and came to a conclusion. He was dead, frightened alive. What was it that scared him so much, and what made him look like this.

Devil Cry couldn't even tell if he was a man or a woman, his hands and feet and face were blackened with smoke, he was very short, only six feet (1) tall, and the thin one had been deformed, maybe an old man, maybe a young boy or a girl.

He was covered in wounds, or burns, bites, or abrasions, and signs of pain, and he was very sick, and he didn't know how he survived until now.

Even if he didn't cry, he would have survived for a while and then died in agony.

In this situation, others see horror, but the ghost crying, peeping at the leopard, sees the shock and the seriousness of the situation.

Unexpectedly, the situation in the south has reached such a serious point, and even some people in the county town have lived to the point where they are not human.

Ghost Cry knelt on the ground, carefully looked at the traces around him, and then, saw a corpse, a smaller corpse, looking at its height, its age should not be more than 5 years old, it was bitten alive, look at the tooth marks on it, it should be done by a mouse.

Similarly, there are rat carcasses around, which must have been done by the man who was scared to death, who relied on the bones of the rats to keep him alive.

Devil May Cry could already imagine the terrible situation, two people, a group of rats, fighting for their lives under the dark, cold, narrow ruins.

The rat bit the small one, and the big one caught the rat, and then, bite by bite, in the scream of the rat, tore off the fur and greedily chewed the flesh inside.

Vomit!

There was a sound of vomiting behind him, followed by messy footsteps, and at some point, a group of people gathered around Ghost Cry and watched Ghost Cry's every move.

"I knew that I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have come! Dog, you deserve it, let you be lost to money......" Someone vomited and cried bitterly, slapped himself vigorously, he was frightened, and began to regret coming to this terrible place.