The position where the two bells sounded, seemed to be rapidly approaching, crossed us directly, and gathered together in front of the right.

We heard it very clearly that the position was two separate ringtones, and it was absolutely impossible to hear it wrong.

In this process, none of us dared to act lightly.

It was intended to get rid of one first, but the speed of their rending was far beyond our expectations.

“Dog Day, all two at a time, can you get it done?”Seven treasures asked me carefully.

“Let’s look at the situation first.”I waved my hand and pressed my voice and said, "Keep up and see, as the case allows, it is not difficult to get rid of two at once."

According to the monster we encountered before, this kind of eyes full of eyes does not seem to be offensive, except for ringing the bell is pretending to die.

Although its strength is not small, in my opinion, its desire to attack is not so strong, so it is not threatening.

In the misty fishing village, we walked along the path, half-bending, as careful as a thief.

Chen Qiuyan is very afraid, this can be seen by anyone, but her anti-strike ability is much stronger than initially.

Now she is fully armed, holding the five coffins in her left hand, holding a Type 54 pistol in her right hand, and following the cat behind me, walking up and trembling.

The closer to the ringing of the bell, the more obvious and uncomfortable the feeling of moisture around the room.

At one corner, we stopped because the mist ahead had become very thin and the visibility was not much worse than normal.

The two bell-ringing monsters should be about ten meters away from us, behind this corner.

“Let’s meet?”Seven treasures asked me.

"Don't worry, find a chance to start again, lest you make a fuss."I said with my voice.

Hearing this, everyone clasped the weapon in their hands, and the same was true of Kong Baiyang, and the arrow was placed on the bow string, as long as the bow was raised, and the black iron arrow could be shot out in an instant.

The rat did not continue to hang on my shoulder, and it climbed down quietly and crawled forward until it stopped at the corner.

I took a deep breath, boldly poked my head out, exposed half a face, and looked over there.

At this point, I immediately shook a cold trembling, and then slowly shrunk my head back.

“What happened?”Seven treasure looked at me with some surprise, as if I found my expression wrong, and hurriedly asked, “Is it out of the situation?

“No... didn’t find me...” I replied trembling, raising my hand to wipe the cold sweat on my forehead, and my right hand has begun to trembling, so I can’t control it at all: “Otherwise we still go...first we open a distance and think of other ways...”

As I said, there were three bells ringing.

“Ding . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Seven treasures are urgent, Kong Baiyang is the same, did not wait for me to explain more, the two of them directly across me, standing around the corner, carefully glanced outside.

In less than two seconds, they all brushed their heads and took back their heads, looking at us palely, without saying a word.

"What's the matter?" asked Stuart, "what do you see?"

“See for yourself.”I sighed.

From the corner, there is a very short and narrow alley.

The alley is the exit, which should be the intersection of the entire fishing village and the central point.

It is a small square.

In the middle of the square, there was a huge well of water, at least it looked like a well.

The wellhead is half the size of a basketball court, the edges are covered with gray stone bricks, it seems that it should not be a modern thing, there is an unspeakable sense of vicissitudes, and many places are covered with moss.

This ancient well is different from ordinary wells, the wellhead is not so far from the water, from our position at a glance, it is very easy to see the dark well water.

Next to the ancient well, some wooden poles were erected, and later, these wooden poles were just eighteen.

The wooden pole is only as thick as the thumb, except for the exposure in the middle, the rest of the place is wrapped in copper, there seems to be some pattern on it, but it is not clear.

The most tingling thing is the stuff that is interspersed with these wooden poles.

People.

Soon after, a child appeared on the body.

These children are all boys, the oldest should be only eight years old, the wooden pole from the position of the tail vertebrae pierced up, from their mouths.

The expression on their faces was strange, no fear, no despair, on the contrary, looking very calm, as if asleep, the expression on their faces could not bear a little wave.

Under the wooden pole, there was a lot of blood on the ground, and across the distance, I could also smell the bloody smell on those dried bloodstains.

These poles seem to be placed according to some regularity, all gathered on this side of the wellhead, arranged asymmetrically, but do not appear cluttered.

There are indeed two monsters that shake the bell, dressed in basically the same body, but one face is full of arrows, and the other's face is empty.

They stood on the left and right beside these wooden poles, and every once in a while they shook the brass bells on the crutches.

In front of the two monsters, there were twenty or thirty villagers, dressed in rhiztics, kneeling motionless on the ground.

Their kneeling postures are the same, the palms of their hands are up, flat on the ground, their foreheads are close to the ground and do not move, as if they are worshipping at the top, looking at ten thousand piety.

At first I thought they were villagers, but when I came up the second time and took Stuart with them, the situation changed.

The monster with arrows on his face suddenly raised his hand and threw the crutch into the ancient well.

I touched the crutch, it was very heavy, and definitely a solid fellow, and the copper bell hanging on it was extremely heavy.

But even so, the crutch did not sink into the water, but floated motionless on the water, and a while later, the well water began to grunt and bubbling.

The monster did not care about the changes in the well, took a small dagger out of his pocket and walked slowly toward these villagers.

The dagger is as long as chopsticks, but the blade is surprisingly narrow, looking at the nails of the little finger is almost wide, and the mark on it is full of dark black marks, I don't know if it is dried blood or rust.

At this time, the monster went to the back of the first villager, slowly bent down, tucked the tip of the knife into the collar of the villagers, and then at a very slow speed, the villagers' tops were divided in half.

When we saw the flesh of the villager, seriously, we no longer felt sick, but felt that they were cold and trembling all over our bodies.

The villagers' backs are full of eyes, like the eyes on the face of monsters, all have eyelid eyelashes, and are still alive, constantly blinking.

“Ah...”

Seeing this scene, the monster made a strange groan, which seemed to be very happy, carefully inserted a dagger into a "eye socket" and chose out...

With a bang, the eye was picked out by the monster with a knife, fell on the ground next to it, and suddenly dispersed a dead breath.

The eye sockets that were singled out were flowing deep green pus, and another monster also made an action at this time, throwing the crutches into the water and bending down to hold some well water out of the well.

Walking behind the injured villagers, he carefully poured the well water down.

Most of the well water flowed into that eye socket, and in just a few seconds, the eye sockets were closed and no longer flowed into the pus.

Although I looked at some of the concave, there was a sign of agitation, as if there was another eye in it...

After all this, the head was filled with arrows, and then he went over to pick up his eyes, threw his hands, and threw it into the ancient well without turning his head.

Almost in an instant, the eye fell.

And the water surface is also changing at this time, like a pot of boiled water, grunting appeared in countless bubbles, do not stop churning, and even out of the hot steam.

The two monsters did not seem to care about the changes in the well water, and they still methodically picked the eyes on the villagers' backs, repeating these actions again and again.

"What are they doing?" asked Stuart, trembling, pressing his voice, "Are all these villagers dead?"

I shook my head without speaking, holding back the fear in my heart.

Looking at the ancient well, really, I have an ominous feeling.

The monster was tricky, but more tricky, it seemed to be this well.

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