The camera shook so violently that it could only see the clambed bodies and an abnormally pale arm.The arm bent wreathed, swimming like a snake.The picture receded, except for the sound of the body turning, more exhaled and screamed.

Then, a clear woman's voice covered these noises, obviously can be called an ethereal and pleasant sound, but it has a wonderful effect of deafening, as if it is the rumbling sound of many monks reading the scriptures in the big temple.

The arm in the picture froze in place and shrank back in panic.In the process, the pale skin on the arm fell like the old wall, and piece by piece fell.There is always an end to the arm’s length.A deformed hand appeared at the end of the arm and flew from the top left corner of the screen into the right half.The palm of the hand is very small, the fingers are very long, like the manipulator, the finger is not three sections, but five or six, each section has the length of a normal person's finger.The nails are black and shaped like needles.The hand and arms are as pale as the arm, and they can't see a trace of blood, and they can't see the palms of their hands.There was a yellow piece of paper, yellow, a little dazzling, as if sprinkled with gold powder on it.

When the arm and hand were completely reduced back to the pile of corpses, the bodies on the ground fell a lot of white paper-like skin fragments.

“Just now...” Geng Qian’s voice came from outside the screen, with an unsettled trembling sound.

Another girl suddenly screamed, followed by a series of hurried footsteps.

“That’s it,” the old man said in a low voice, “what now?”

Wu Ling's tone was the most calm one, and her voice was not even different from before, "a little troublesome."“Do you have a fire here?”

The old man said, "There is firewood and fire in the backyard, and some cooking oil."

“You brought it.”Wu Ling commanded.

“I, I’m going too...” he stammered.

No one answered this, but the footsteps that sounded afterwards were not a person, and the "titch" sound of barefoot stepping on the floor tiles was obvious.

The camera is aimed at the body pile, searching around, and from time to time, close the camera.The horror of the corpses was suddenly magnified, some thriller, but after a few times, that impact weakened.

At this time, the old man and Geng Qian also returned.

Wu Ling turned the camera to the door.

The two came out of the front door of the corridor.The old man had a firewood in his hand, a bucket in his hand, and a fire fold.The barrel is half old and not new, and the surface is as gray as the furniture outside.He held the bucket in his hand, and the other hand held the fire folded and blew as he walked.

The fire fold is cylinder-shaped, similar to a cigar, smaller than a cigar.Geng Qian blew several times, not knowing whether it was a matter of skill, or whether this thing had been released for a long time, and Mars always passed away in a flash.

The old man held the firewood and did not pay attention to this for a moment.

The camera was aimed at Geng Qian, and suddenly pulled closer, magnifying the face of Geng Qian to the whole picture.

The pixels were high, and in this case every slight change in Geng’s face was recorded.She blew the fire, but her eyes were tucked in the eye, extremely restless, from time to time glanced at the top of the lens, it should be watching Wu Ling.

The camera suddenly stretched away again, no longer close-up to Geng Qian.

Geng Qian is now very close to Wu Ling.She walked anxiously, barefoot, slipped on the bloodstains of the agglomeration on the ground, and her body suddenly jumped forward, "ooped", and the barrel in her hand was thrown out, and the light yellow oil was sprinkled out and filled the whole picture.

The camera was fast, aligned to the ground, a hand appeared in the picture, held into a fist, raised, broke through the layer of oil.In the picture, the oil was poured on Wu Ling's body, and the camera was quickly drawn and returned to the same place.The fist was stretched open, and the palm of his hand was pointed at Geng Qian's face.

At this moment, Geng Qian raised his other hand, and the fire in his hand had already ignited the scarlet fire, and stabbed it like a sword.Her face was thorny, and a black air covered her face like a mask.The trembling expression turned into a panic for a second.

Wu Ling's hand was pressed to Geng Qian's face, and Geng Qian uttered a shocking scream.

The choking...

The old man’s firewood was gone.He looked at the scene in front of him.The sluggish face and Geng's distorted face appeared in the picture one after the other.

Wu Ling took his hand.He rolled on the ground in pain, holding his face and howling.

The camera slit and turned to the twilight.

“What... what’s going on?”The old man muttered and asked.

He should have experienced the storm, but he could see this scene, or some of them could not return to God.

“Indulge.The woman had already been on her.There was no chance of getting close to her, and now I finally have one."Wu Ling's tone was as plain as water, as if he had done something insignificant.

“The hand just now...”

“A little bit of a means.”Wu Ling was not always convinced.

There was black smoke in the fingers, as if his face had burned.She screamed non-stop, hissed, slowly, that struggle was less, and the scream was weak.

When he did not move, Wu Ling squatted down and opened his hand to cover his face.

It was no longer Geng Qian's face, but a strange woman, her face full of resentful expression, eyes open, full of blood, pupil is abnormal gray.Because of that expression, her five senses can not say that it is ugly, but the face, people look at it and feel cold.

“It’s the Young.”The old man said, with a complicated tone, "How... that hasn't happened before."

“Nothing strange.You’ve been thinking about living, haven’t you?And you are determined.This girl is different, she has a secret lover who is currently protected by us, and if he does not solve this problem, he may come in at any time."Wu Ling stood up, the camera pulled away, and did not need to write to Yang's face.

The old man sighed and changed his expectant tone, "Then she is now dead, can we go out?"

The camera turned to the room where the body was placed.

"The key to this strange space is not in Yang's own."

The camera moved with Wu Ling and entered the room.

“These bodies need to be cleaned up.”Wu Ling said, turned around again, the camera aimed at the old man who followed the door, "Fire the body to burn."

The old man went to get the wood, reminded him that the word oil was gone, and went to pick up the fire and make a fire.In this regard, Wu Ling probably couldn't help at all, so he dragged the body that didn't know whether it was Yang's, or Geng Qian, into the room, and also threw it into the pile of corpses.The old man set the fire, and the fire did not burn.The two had to wait.

The fire gradually devoured the pile of corpses, and covered Yang's grudgey face.

After the body burned, the fire jumped and became more vigorous.There was a bit more ink and green in the red and yellow fire, like a ghost fire.

“That’s okay, right?”The old man asked.

“No problem.”Wu Ling is calm.

The flame continued to burn, the ink green slowly retreated, the color of the flame returned to normal, but the body in the flame melted very unnaturally, becoming a thick pool of liquid, condensed together, and the fire was reduced, but continued to burn.