"Oh... I didn't expect that you would actually come forward to face such a shocking scene?" Atobe asked.

"Ha, what's this?" Feng Bujue smiled easily, "It's just a hanging corpse, how scary can it be?"

"Okay, I have the guts!" Tianma Xingkong turned around to the face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and patted Brother Jue on the shoulder.

"Oh? You said 'you have the guts', right?" Feng Bujue turned around and looked at Brother Ma with a malicious look.

"Yeah, just pretend I didn't say it..." Tianma Xingkong instinctively smelled the smell of conspiracy.

But how could Brother Jue let him go...

Feng Bujue, in turn, put his hand on Tianma Xingkong's shoulder and pushed him forward a few steps: "Okay! As a hero who is better than me, I guess you can't hold it anymore! Just...

…You can just pick up any guy and attack him, and we’ll cover you from behind.”

"This line of yours sounds familiar...why did it change to me first...ah..." Brother Ma was pushed out before he could finish his words.

He didn't know why, but after a few conversations with no sense of contradiction, he became a pathfinder...

Furfur... furfur...

The dead body hanging in the air was still shaking and making some noise. It sounded like the sound of wind blowing through clothes, or it might be from the tight rope...

The closer to the dead body, the more obvious the sound became.

After walking about twenty steps, Tianma Xingkong could no longer hear the breathing and whispers of his teammates. He could only hear the strange noise coming from the corpse, and his own breathing...

"Huh...it's okay, it's just a dead person." Tianma Xingkong's footsteps gradually slowed down, and he muttered to himself, "There are not even a hundred but eighty dead people seen in the horror paradise. This kind of hanging corpse

I've seen the scene in the movie eighty times if not a hundred times...what else..." His words became more and more like self-consolation, "As a hero, how can you shrink here..."

After walking another twenty steps, Xiao Ma arrived less than five meters away from the target.

Although the corpse's face was always covered by hair and could not be seen clearly, as he approached, Tianma Xingkong always held up his flashlight and let the light shine on the corpse's head. Because Xiao Ma had a strange intuition, as if...
Chapter completed!