Zhou Fan seemed to have a voice in his heart calling him not to look anymore, but he didn't have time to speak out. When his mouth was slightly twitching and trying to stop Xiaolian, Xiaolian lifted his breast up a few inches.

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

Her lower abdomen was sunken, revealing the condensed flesh and blood, and white bones could be seen faintly, which was obviously caused by the digging of part of the flesh and blood.

"This is...this is..." Zhou Fan's face turned pale, his throat surged, and he couldn't say anything later.

"Do you like it?" Xiaolian asked with a smile.

But her smile made him feel fear from the bottom of his heart, and he shook his head: "Why...why...your belly..."

"Are you confused when you sleep?" Xiaolian snorted lightly, saying a little dissatisfied: "This is the one who dug it down to make dumpling meat for you. You eat it every day. Why do you ask about this? Look at my legs..."

He couldn't help but move his eyes downwards. He was shocked. If he hadn't been sitting, he would have been paralyzed and limp on the ground.

The woman's legs are filled with pits of flesh and blood scars, and white bones appear, which are caused by the cutting of pieces of flesh and blood.

When he thought of the dumplings he had just eaten and the dumplings he had eaten before, he finally couldn't help but vomit and lay on the table and vomited.

He felt trembling while vomiting, and he didn't even dare to look up and look at the woman in front of him.

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

But Xiaolian disappeared.

He was the only one left in the room.

He still trembled, looking at the glass oil lamp, wondering why Xiaolian had to dig her meat to feed him?

Crazy?

This must be a crazy woman.

Why did he appear here?

Why did the crazy woman deliver food to him every day?

When he thought about these things, his head seemed to explode again. He slapped his head with his hands.

"Ayao, Ayao, come and save me." He murmured to himself softly, hoping that Ayao could take him away from this ghost place.

But soon he thought of Ayao and looked horrified again on his face.

Because he remembered Ayao's legs were lame... He remembered that Ayao cut off his big legs and made them into dumplings for him to eat.

He vomited again.

He was trembling all over, these two madmen...

After vomiting for a while, he felt everything in his stomach clear, and his face was pale and supported the wooden chair handles on both sides with his hands, trying to stand up.

He was leaving here, otherwise he would be afraid that one day he would be chopped into meat sauce to make dumplings by the two madmen.

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

He quickly trembled and took a step...two steps...

He walked towards the wooden door step by step, without looking at the curtain on the left side of the room, nor the ash wooden boxes on the ground.

He just wants to leave here now.

Walking into the darkness, he groped on the wall at the place where Ayao and Xiaolian entered and exited, hoping to find the handle of the door.

But he couldn't find anything.

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

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

Under the lights, he could definitely find the door.

But he was stunned. The lights illuminated the wooden wall, but he saw no trace of the door.

"Where is the door? How did they come in without a door?" He pushed the wall frantically, trying to push open a door on the wall.

But the wooden wall was stronger than he thought, and he could not push open a door on the wall.

"No door...no door..." he murmured to himself, and he suddenly thought of a more terrifying fact.

If there is no door, will A Yao and Xiao Lian still be in this room?

When he thought of A Yao and Xiaolian hiding in the dark and peeking at him, he felt that his blood was as if it had condensed.

"No, no, if they were there, why can't I see them?" He quickly turned around with the glass oil lamp. He did not see A Yao and Xiaolian standing behind him, nor did he see A Yao and Xiaolian standing in the corner of the darkness. He felt a little relieved.

But he became short of breath again, staring at the black curtain opposite him.

Will Ayao and Xiaolian hide behind the curtain?

"Do I want to go over and take a look?" He gasped, feeling his heart beating faster and faster, and it was pounding like a big drum hit by a powerful hammer.

He slowly moved to the table. He didn't dare to look at the black curtain anymore, thinking in his mind what to do?

He quickly looked at the gray wood box.

"The crazy woman Xiaolian said that I asked her to move the gray wooden box, but I don't remember, what exactly is inside the box?"

"She might be lying to me, but maybe there are weapons in the box. If she hides behind the curtain like this, if it is A Yao and Xiao Lian, then I am not unarmed..."

Thinking of this, he decided to open the box by a silence. He squatted down and observed the box.

The box was not nailed to death, and he lifted the upper box surface and looked at it.

Inside the box with a knee-high knee was a woman with a ball bent all over her body. If it weren't for the ball bent, such a big box would not be able to hold it.

The woman in the box was twisted into a ball like twists. Her face was facing the sky, her face was covered with thick white foundation, her cheeks were bright blush, her lips were covered with red rouge, and her grey eyes were staring at him.

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

This is Xiaolian.

Xiaolian is inside the box.

Xiaolian was in the box, who was the one who had just talked to him and had cut off the flesh and blood on his body?

He looked at the dead woman in the box, and his whole stomach was so scared that he was about to turn around. If he hadn't had vomited twice, he would have vomited out again.

The surroundings seemed to be getting darker.

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

The oil lamp was about to run out of oil, and he was anxious to recognize this fact. If he fell into darkness, how would Ayao, who was hiding in the dark, and Xiaolian, who was wondering if it was Xiaolian, deal with him?

He held the oil lamp that was getting darker and darker, and he mustered up his courage, and his feet trembled towards the black curtain.

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

The curtain was hanging. He pulled it hard and pulled the curtain to one side, and the dim light shone through it.

On the other side of the curtain were naked people, fifteen.

These people were blocked by cloth, and their bodies were covered with concave scars, just like they cut off the flesh on their bodies with a sharp knife, but they couldn't. They were still alive, and their consciousness was still clear, with their eyes wide open, looking at Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan's face was shocked, and he suddenly realized that the sound of slapping the curtain was the curtain hanging from the person in front of him kicking with his toes.

Suddenly, a pair of rotten and swollen hands that smelled dead fishy were stretched out from the darkness and covered his cheeks.

The last bit of light of the oil lamp went out and the surroundings became dark.

There is no more light.

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