Chapter 35: The Rotten Corpse of Brick Kiln

We have seen hanged ghosts hanging, but we have never seen a dead person hanging in the air with a big head facing down. The corpse can only be seen with its upper body, full of mud, as if it had just crawled out of the grave, its nose and mouth were almost rotten, its chin fell, and its face was white and covered with maggots. Only the two eyes were bright and bright, but they were different from the living people's spirits. The eyes of the dead corpse would not turn. Although it was shining in the light of the lighting cylinder, its eyes were lit and staring at us straight.

Fatty and I were both shocked. Although their calves were almost cramped, they could still use scalp to push the head of the zombie hanging upside down against the wall. The fatty man was panicked and wanted to take out a gun to shoot. While staring at the eyes of the dead corpse, I said to the fat man anxiously: "You stare at its eyes quickly, and you must not blink."

The zombies hanging from the ceiling exuded a salty smell like rotten fish. They stretched out their claws like old trees to pounce on the people. The fat man and I pushed their heads against the wall with a scabbard, but the zombie was very powerful, and we only barely held it with the strength of feeding our breasts.

The corpse, which was drilled from the mud on the roof, was so rotten that less than half of it were left. The white maggots crawled in and out of the chin-free mouth. Although its eyes were dull, it suddenly burst out when the light column of the engineer's lighting cylinder shone, and its power became even greater. Although it was separated by a scabbard in the middle, its long and curved nails were still placed on the fat man's shoulders.

The fat man panicked: "Lao Hu, didn't you tell me that there is no ghost? What the hell is this?" I said, "I didn't know that the clothes this man was wearing were not like prisoners locked up here. It seemed that the ghost of militarism resurrected himself by borrowing a corpse."

We were inexplicably nervous. As we were talking, the fat man wanted to reach out to take out the Southern Fourteenth-style shooting. I didn't know what I was facing now when I saw this situation. I only had half of my head left, but I could still be a living person? Moreover, looking at the mud maggots on the body, it seemed like a corpse crawled out of the grave, but its eyes were sharper than that of a living person, and it looked like the strange eyes of a night owl.

I tried my best to support the scabbard. When I saw the fat man trying to use a pistol, I thought that half of the head of this thing could be pounced on people. Even if I pressed the gun against the head and then made two transparent holes for it, it would not work. This thing must be a zombie that suddenly broke the corpse. I hurriedly told him not to use the turtle box, it would not work at all. I quickly stared at its eyes and never blinked.

The sudden corpse is so common in the mountains of Northeast China. You can tell you several different versions of it, for various reasons, and the ways to deal with it are different. I can’t figure out whether it is true or false. In the various zombie legends I know, zombies can be divided into several categories. Some have long hairs on their bodies, and some of them look like beast manes. People call this thing evil, but they also mean evil. This is a corpse transformation caused by the special underground soil environment. If people don’t touch it, they won’t corpse pounce on people.

There are also species that are very similar to the first type. The zombie has a layer of hair like an old steamed bun, which is short and dense. In fact, it is not a zombie, but a tomb burying the dead person deliberately connects with the old fox hole. It is a method of anti-theft. There is a talisman buried in the tomb. Once someone digs a grave to dig a grave and wants to steal valuables from the tomb, the fox fairy will be led to the dead person in the coffin by the talisman. Even if the tomb robber ran away at that time, the fox fairy can still chase and entangle the dead person until the tomb robber is to death. It is a very sinister and cruel move. To deal with this situation, you must bring realgar wine, cut off the white chicken's head, and scare away the old fox on the zombie.

Another common type is the most common. The body is dark purple and the whole body is as stiff as iron stone. Before the corpse is trapped, if such changes occur, in addition to pointing the eternal light to send someone to guard and take care of it, the soles of the feet must be tied with a red rope, called a stumbling rope. If the eternal light is turned off, or a wild cat touches a dead body, it will immediately become a corpse, and it will be endless. If it hits a person's ten fingers, it can fall into the flesh. If you want to deal with this situation of corpse rise, you can only use a bamboo pole to support the zombie first, and then cover it with a fishing net to burn it.

Tomb-robbing corpses must use black donkey hoofs to deal with zombies. However, let alone black donkey hoofs, there is not even fish nets or bamboo poles. Although they are not bare-handed, there is only one empty scabbard. Although they can temporarily hold the rotten corpse against the wall, they can't hold it for a long time. Like the situation we encounter, it seems to be a zombie with rotten eyes. There must be a resentment in my heart before death. I saw the rotten corpse staring straight at it, and I remembered an ancient method. It is said that zombies opened their eyes and took advantage of the breath of living people. It stared at them with their eyes. If the living person also stared at each other with their eyes, the yang energy restrained the yin energy, and its cold corpse energy was suppressed and it could not be attacked. If the living person blinked a few times at this time, or his eyes were scattered, the yang energy would disperse and weaken, and the zombie would take advantage of the situation.

Thinking of this, I quickly stared at the rotten corpse's eyes, but I couldn't hold on for much effort without blinking. I quickly told the fat man to do what I said. The two of them took turns staring at the zombies with their eyes, not daring to relax a little, and insisted on being able to move forward and retreat.

But the corpse with maggots and muddy bodies was not weak at all, and the white nails rolled up towards us. At this time, we were facing the corner of the wall. Seeing that the situation was urgent, the two of them didn't care about looking at the dead anymore. They bowed their heads to avoid each other. The nails were like steel hooks, and they swept over our heads with a silence, scratching the brick wall and scratching a few marks.

I shouted to the fat man, "Glazing at me doesn't work. He is probably not a zombie. Push it away and run..." But as soon as he withdraws his hand, the rotten corpse will immediately pounce on him. In a hurry, Mo Nengli can't hold on to it, and he can't even hold on to it. He wants to go out to find a knife. After a while, the fat man and I were sweating on our foreheads.

As the saying goes, "A man depends on his courage, and a tiger depends on his power." At first, Fatty and I were confused, and the courage was reduced by half. But after about half a minute of stalemate, we gradually came to our senses. The rotten corpse was really amazing. It was pressed against the head by the silver-covered scabbard, and one end of the scabbard was stabbed in by us. However, its corpse skin was as hard as leather, and it could not penetrate its head no matter how hard you tried. The fat man and I had already stopped the bloody wounds on our bodies, but they were stretched open because of excessive force. I saw that it would be a dead end if I continued to consume it, but it was difficult to escape. I had an idea and had a plan to get it.

Fatty and I used the narrow terrain of the corners of the wall to push one end of the scabbard in our hands, firmly stuck between the angle formed by the two brick walls. In this way, the rotten corpse hanging from the ceiling was nailed to the corner of the wall. Even if it could be broken free, it would not be a temporary effort. We took the opportunity to get rid of the stalemate and dared not stay any longer. The two turned around and left. As soon as they moved under their feet, a few white hands stretched out from the thick soil on the brick room floor, grabbing the ankles of my fat man and I.

In the darkness, the fat man and I were unprepared and immediately fell to the ground and fell to the mud. Looking at the arms that were stretched out from the mud, they were all dried and white and covered with maggots, scratching and scratching with long nails. It turned out that the huge brick room was buried with dead bodies.

I fell to the ground and kicked my arms with my feet, and crawled towards the iron gate little by little, but I don’t know how many rotten corpses were buried under the mud. At this time, I probably encountered all the yang energy and crawled out of the soil in piles. In this chaos, I seemed to hear a greater noise in the depths of the brick chamber. It seemed that something unimaginable buried under the soil layer had already broken out of the ground. The movement was definitely not something rotten corpses could make. The sound became louder and louder, and the sound was like tearing up rags.

The fat man and I couldn't even stand up, so we could only climb out with our hands and feet, stepping on the rotten corpse's head and arms. At this time, we had almost crawled to the iron gate and we were about to reach the door. But just after we crawled out two steps, we were pulled back by the dead people in the soil for three steps, and we were getting farther and farther away from the escape exit.

We wanted to shout out to the old sheepskin outside the iron gate, but the sound was covered by the loud noise behind us, and waves of despair surged from the bottom of our hearts. The brick kiln seemed to be the entrance to hell. Once we entered, we couldn't get out. We were slowly dragged into the eighteenth floor of Avici Hell by hungry ghosts. Thinking of these whole bodies as if we were poured into ice water, we were shivering. We probably wouldn't see the day when the world revolution was victorious.

Just when he was desperate and helpless, a light flashed in front of him. It turned out that the old sheepskin heard something wrong in the brick room at the door. He came in to check it out with a knife and a candle. He was the most afraid of ghosts and gods, but when he saw that the fat man and I were in trouble, he could not stand by and watch. He blew his beard and stared at him and swung his sword. The blade of Kangxi's precious sword flew past, and suddenly cut off several arms that were entangled in my legs and feet. I lighted my feet and immediately stood up with my hands, and then pulled the fat man up.
Chapter completed!