Chapter 481 Rice with Soy Sauce And Lard

The world of ruins was silent.

Passing by the collapsed palaces and qionglou, the sound of footsteps stepping on the rubble and rocks was especially clear in the empty ruins.

In addition to the year-round fog shrouded, it was even more ghostly and monstrous, desolate and desolate.

At this moment, there was an old man who had just passed through a broken wall. Suddenly, there was a whistling wind in his ear. Before the man could raise his head, bang!

The man staggered and was hit by a dry, black corpse that had fallen from the sky. Perhaps the force from the sky was too great to break the man's neck directly, showing an angle that no normal person could break.

Kaka...

But what was even weirder was that the man's neck returned to its normal position after a spin.

At first glance, it was no different from ordinary people.

At this moment, this person finally looked up at the sky... As a result, bang!

Another dried black body hit the man again.

This time, because he was looking up, he was not so lucky. He was directly hit on the ground by the cover of his face, his sternum was broken, and his entire chest was like a leaky ball of skin, shriveled, and his broken ribs pierced through the flesh of his chest, exposing him to the air with blood.

Plop! The old man, who had been smashed in the rubble, ripped the dry body off him.

Then he stood up covered in dust and shook off the gravel and dust from his body and hair.

Tick, tick...

Blood dripped through the broken ribs in his chest. Drops of blood dripped along the sharp bone spur to the ground, and soon a large pool of blood dripped.

But the old man ignored the wound on his chest as if he had ignored it, and such a heavy injury had already crushed his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys. If he were a normal person, he would have died a cold, dead body.

But this old man was the only one who broke his neck again.

The sternum was broken again.

But as if nothing had happened, he was still alive and well.

Deep in thought, one could not help but feel numb.

When the old man stood up again, he began to look at the two dried corpses on the ground. They were both dried corpses. Their eyes were deeply sunken, and the muscles on their cheeks were withered and shriveled, revealing two rows of yellow teeth.

There were two corpses, one male and one female. They were dressed in clothes from a century ago. It would have been at least a century since they died in Blessed Land.

There was a look of pain, horror, and resentment on his face, as if something terrible had happened to him before he died. His mouth was suddenly wide open, as if he was screaming in fear and despair.

The old man reached out curiously and poked at the corpse's chest. The surface of the corpse seemed to be covered with a layer of grease. The old man rubbed his fingertips, and it was indeed greasy.

The oil was black, which seemed to explain why the skin of the corpses in front of them was black. When he looked closer, he realized that it was a shiny black color.

The old man squatted and studied the two corpses on the ground.

His index finger was smeared with body oil.

Then he sucked his index finger into his mouth.

Then he smashed the bar and bit his mouth a few times, as if he was savoring the taste.

The old man actually had a creepy aftertaste and nodded. His voice was hoarse, like the deep and unpleasant sound of two rough bark rubbing against each other, "I miss my childhood memories..."

"This is the smell of soy sauce and rice from my childhood memory..."

This disgusting and treacherous scene happened absurdly to an old man.

While the old man was still squatting on the ground, studying the taste of soy rice mixed with lard, hoo!

Another gust of wind came from above.

Before he could react, another corpse, carrying the sound of a rapidly blowing wind, hit him with a double whammy.

This time because it was squatting, crack!

The old man's spine was smashed in two, and the bloody spine and a large amount of blood spurted out, instantly dyed the old man's whole lower body red.

The old man stood up.

He looked up at the sky.

But the sky was still foggy except for the fog, and nothing could be seen.

On the contrary, it was because of the broken spine, which pierced the flesh and exposed a part of his body. He could not straighten his body, and his body was a little short out of thin air.

"Who! Who's littering the bodies?"

The old man's hoarse voice was still as harsh as the rubbing of two rough bark.

Bang!

In response, there was a dried body in the sky that smelled of lard mixed with soy sauce and rice. It was the dried body with its own flavor.

"Is there a ghost staring at me?"

Bang!

The fifth body hit him in response.

"Looks like there's really a ghost on me... A ghost playing with a human?"

"Hehe, haha, interesting, interesting..." The old man let out a frightening and exaggerated laugh.

Smiling and smiling, the old man suddenly raised his arms and twisted his neck neatly. Plop, his head rolled like a ball to the side of a dried corpse, facing its thin face and looking at each other.

And the body with a missing head shot out blood in the same place, bang!

He fell straight and became a part of the corpses on the ground.

...

One minute.

Two minutes.

Time was slowly passing by, and there was a fog around it. It was dead silent and there was no sound.

The great Broken mountain was so dead that there was not even a faint mountain breeze.

Except for the thick smell of blood that lingered on the spot.

During this period, no more dry bodies fell from the sky.

About seven or eight minutes later, on the empty, quiet ruins, a voice of the vicissitudes of the old man sounded, "I should be considered dead, right?"

"Sure enough... After I kill myself and become a dead man, will there be no more ghosts staring at me?"

Bang!

Just as the old man spoke, another corpse fell from the sky.

Poof!

This time, the corpse directly smashed the head of the old man in the rubble, bursting like a watermelon.

The old voice stopped abruptly.

...

At the same time, on the other side of the ruins.

There was a figure lurking in the ruins, holding his breath, as if he was guarding against some great terror in the mist. Suddenly, he saw a faint light coming through the fog not far away.

The man's body paused slightly, as if he was thinking, then continued to move forward, touching the direction of the light.

But when he made a special detour, lurking from behind to the spot of light, he found that the light suddenly disappeared without warning.

This sudden change made him retreat immediately.

But he didn't take a few steps back, "You want to die!"

An angry roar followed by the sound of battle, which stopped shortly after. In the hazy fog, it was only faintly visible. A figure of a man cut himself in two with a knife at the waist.

Https:

Genius remembers the address of this station in one second:. Mobile version: m.

New book by Old Shi, the city god: