Mei Jie was injured on the third day of the journey. She didn't look serious, but she was a little bit green. She said she was hit by something, but she couldn't explain it clearly if she really told me the specific one. It's just that her wrist has been aching for the past four days and she couldn't lift heavy objects.

But now, the wounds that are bleeding from the shoulders to the forearm are so small that they are so bloody and flesh-blown.

"When the tree fell down, it suddenly changed direction and scraped me."

Sister Mei's face turned pale and she smiled bitterly: "Now my whole body on my left is numb." She was so painful that she couldn't help. She asked Dong Yang for help. He had a bottle of ancestral golden sore medicine. The effect was not bad. The doctor could not be found in the deep mountains and forests for a while. This was a life-saving medicine.

"Why are you so seriously injured and tell me now!"

Seeing that Mei Jie's entire arm was so bloody that she was so anxious that she hurriedly took out the golden sore medicine: "You can't do this. Now the wound is full of blood and will rinse the powder. You have to clean the wound."

It was almost time for logging in the afternoon, so Dong Yang hurriedly filled the small pot with snow and put it on the edge of the fire to burn it. He didn't notice the sudden change in his face when Sister Mei heard him say "clean up the wound."

The hot water was boiled quickly. The medical equipment here was too limited and there was no gauze bandage. Dong Yang tore up a spare shirt and put the cloth strips in hot water to disinfect it. He was so busy that he was sweating. Sister Mei didn't want others to know about this. Dong Yang, who originally wanted to ask Brother Qing for help, thought of A Xiang who was resurrected from the dead, A Liang who was crazy, and Brother Qing, who made him feel particularly strange and even scared, was also confused.

The five people with good relationships have now fallen apart. I don’t know if they can regain their old friendship. In the end, Dong Yang only borrowed wine from Brother Qing. When Brother Qing asked, he went over vaguely.

"Hiss...it's been smooth when cutting trees."

The cloth strips stained with water were wiped against the edge of the wound, and soon they were stained with blood. Mei Jie took off her left half of her clothes and trembled all over. Her skin was very white and she looked a little weak and pitiful. Dong Yang was sweating at the tip of his nervous nose. His eyes only fell on Mei Jie's wound, and he didn't look anywhere else. Mei Jie seemed a little nervous, and her voice was trembling and talking about the injury.

"They both have curved saws. In order to rush, I will be the deputy.

After Xiao Sun came back, he joined the team of Mei Jie and A Chong. They both had bent saws. Originally, it would be safest for them to saw trees at the same time, but it was not wrong to saw two trees separately.

"A Chong is so scarfing. His tree fell first. A Chong is very happy, and I am also happy. But Xiao Sun came to ask A Chong why he didn't shout mountains when the tree fell, why didn't he shout? He said something would happen like this."

"I, I realized that Achong forgot to shout. I didn't remind him that I was on Xiao Sun's side at that time..."

"This, Director Ding is calling out a slogan, why did you forget?"

Dong Yang said nervously, "Nothing happened, right?"

"No... we were not hit. But A Chong felt that Xiao Sun's words were too unlucky and got angry. We had a fight. A Chong was so angry that he punched Xiao Sun."

"this……"

Dong Yang wanted to speak but stopped, but in the end he didn't say anything. He felt that Mei Jie and A Chong were too much about Xiao Sun. But after seeing A Xiang's "resurrect from the dead", Dong Yang remembered Xiao Sun's cold skin, and his heart was also pounding. The more he thought about it, the more he became, the more he was afraid, and he could only focus more on the wound on Mei Jie's arm.

Dong Yang was quick to move. He wiped the lacerations around the lacerations of Mei's forearm and big arms and sprinkled with medicine powder. When he cleaned the wound on his shoulder, Dong Yang felt something was wrong. Mei's shoulder bones seemed to have a reversed look, which was very strange to the touch. Dong Yang wanted to take a closer look, but Mei's injuries were particularly serious.

The inside of her elbow joint was very deep, and she didn't look visible when she put on her clothes. After taking off her clothes, she saw that the hole as big as the baby's fist was rotten. All the bones could be seen! The yellow pus came out and could not be wiped clean. Dong Yang quickly dealt with it first. It was said that the wound should not have become purified so quickly in such a cold day. Mei Jie said that she was unlucky and was pierced by a broken branch, but Dong Yang looked at the edge of the wound and felt that it was bitten through and torn by something...

"I quickly stopped A Chong. Xiao Sun didn't fight back. He knelt on the ground and dug something out of the snow. The yellow ball was covered with snow. A weasel was crushed to death by the fallen tree."

"Xiao Sun dug a hole in the snow and buried it. A Chong stood beside him and said that he would not eat good wild meat. The skin looked thick and could make a wrist guard for Sister Mei. Her wrists kept hurting..."

The wound on his arm was so painful. Mei Jie's voice sounded very weak, as if it was coming from a distant place. Dong Yang felt Mei Jie's warm breath spraying on the back of his neck, causing dense goose bumps. But Dong Yang froze, not only because he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have seen A Chong in the camp at noon, but also Dong Yang looked at the cloth strip that had just wiped Mei Jie's suppurated wound. A cool air in the winter rushed straight into the sky cover. He saw that the cloth strip was covered with a lot of brown and yellow hairs on the pus and blood!

Not only on the arm, next to the wound, but even in the hole where Mei Jie's pus-flowing wound, the flesh and bones were covered with hair. When Dong Yang cleaned the pus and blood, he gritted his teeth and stabbed the cloth strip into it to clean it up, but found that the hole on the inner side of Mei Jie's elbow was deeper than expected, and even reached the top arm, as if something had penetrated into the flesh!

"What are you looking at?"

Mei Jie's voice sounded, and her warm breath wandered on the back of his neck, with a faint fishy smell.

Answer...

Dong Yang heard the sound of his upper and lower teeth trembling and knocking together, his heart pounding, but his soul seemed to be pulled away. For a moment, he was surprisingly calm. Dong Yang heard himself say, his tone was very calm: "My sister, help me unscrew the wine pot, it is inconvenient for me to take possession. I will deal with your injury soon, just use wine to disinfect it, and you can bear it later."

"It's not done yet-"

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Mei Jie dragged her voice long, and there was an impatient meaning in her tone. The breathing on the back of his neck became hotter and closer. Dong Yang still lowered his head to treat the wound and said calmly: "Yes, it will be fine soon. If you ask me to say that A Chong is so fucked, that's Huang Xian. If he didn't kneel down and apologize quickly, he said such words, it was like a birthday boy hanging himself - he thought his life was too long!"

Dong Yang cursed A Chong, and then he heard Sister Mei chuckling, and his soft hand took the wine pot from his waist. He felt like fifteen buckets of water in his heart, and continued to curse A Chong, picking up and down whatever he said. Until he felt Sister Mei's breathing left the back of his neck, and there was a slight sound, as if something hard was hit on the wine pot.

Mei Jie was treated with one hand by him, and only one hand was left to open the wine pot, so she bit the lid with her mouth. The sound was that the lid of the pot was bitten open by her, and the strong aroma of wine spread. The forced aroma of wine made Dong Yang clearer. He asked on his own initiative: "Mei Jie, tell me quickly, what happened later? A Chong really deserves to suffer!"

"A Chong..."

Mei Jie chuckled, and the fishy breath fell on Dong Yang's neck again, this time closer than before. But she was obviously close, but she didn't give him any wine. The next Mei Jie's words made Dong Yang's scalp numb, like falling into an ice cave!

"He... was smashed to pieces by the fallen tree. What a pity, a good human skin is no longer useful."

"It's your skin...I'll peel it off well!!! What are you doing?!"

Sister Mei suddenly roared in pain and angrily. Dong Yang actually dug her wound with his hands, and even pulled out the flesh and blood. While Sister Mei was struggling with severe pain, Dong Yang immediately turned around and grabbed the wine pot on her other hand, trying to pour the wine into Sister Mei's mouth. He remembered that Brother Qing tried to drink for Xiao Sun who had just returned! This must be of use!

but--

"Bang!"

The wine pot was thrown into the snow in the distance, and the strong wine flowed into the snow. Mei Jie's strength suddenly became extremely huge. He raised his hand and lifted Dong Yang down and pressed his body hard. Dong Yang could not resist her strength at all. He pinched Mei Jie's throat with his hands in despair, but she lowered her head inch by inch as if she didn't need to breathe. Mei Jie's mouth was wide open, her chin was dislocated, and a fluffy face appeared from her mouth.

Its fur is brown and yellow, with small ears and small eyes, and its nose is pointed. Its eyes are jokingly looking at Dong Yang. It turned out to be a brown-yellow weasel! Its pupils are as small as needle tips, staring at Dong Yang without any yin or sunshine, making people feel weird. Dong Yang was so scared that his hair wanted to scream and struggle desperately, but he was like being trapped by a nightmare, and he kept using his whole body, unable to move except for his eyes.

Seeing that the weasel that emerged from Sister Mei’s mouth poked out most of its body and was about to tear his throat. But at this moment, Sister Mei suddenly leaned back. It turned out that Brother Qing thought that Dong Yang was drinking something wrong and followed behind secretly. He slapped the weasel into Sister Mei’s mouth, grabbed the snow soaked in the spirits and stuffed it into her mouth.

Mei Jie struggled desperately, and the body of Qing Ge was covered with blood marks, and even suddenly pulled out Brother Qing's left eyeball! But Brother Qing pressed her tightly and refused to let go. Dong Yang, who was weak all over the body, stumbled and picked up the wine pot that was thrown out and stuffed it into Sister Mei's mouth. The remaining strong wine was forcibly fed. Sister Mei Jie was drunk all over her body and finally stopped moving. Her body fell down, but she became soft, just like a human skin that was being sucked away from bones.

Brother Qing ignored the bloody eyes hanging on his face, panting and grabbed the knife and slashed open the chest of Mei Jie's throat and chest, and grabbed a drunk weasel from her throat. Seeing that Dong Yang was sweating all over, the breath he had been holding before dissipated, and his whole body was so limp that he almost fell down. Sister Mei Jie's human skin and the knife in Brother Qing's hand made Dong Yang tremble and dared not approach him.

"The shoulders of people who are under the body of a monster are reversed. They pretend to be more like humans than ghosts. When you walk on the night road, you will call you from behind and put on your shoulders first to determine whether you are a real person or a ghost person."

Brother Qing also took off his strength and leaned against the tree, panting and said, "The yellow skin will make people nightmares and cannot deal with it. But it loves to drink, and when it gets drunk, it will lose its magic power and reveal its true form."

So that's it. Dong Yang suddenly realized. No wonder when Xiao Sun came back, Brother Qing patted him on the shoulder first and then wanted to drink for him. Brother Qing saved his life. Dong Yang was moved and ashamed for a moment, and couldn't help but say, "Brother Qing..."

"I saved your life."

Brother Qing didn't look at him and said coldly: "You, strangle it to death."

"Otherwise it will wake up soon, and we will not be able to survive by then."

"Ah? This, I..."

Dong Yang was sweating all over, and the glory of escaping from death was as if the snow had been melted. Seeing that Brother Qing came over with the weasel that had died of drunkenness, he did not dare to answer for a moment. This was a weasel that had become a monster. He would definitely be seeking revenge when he strangled it to death! Dong Yang was so scared that his calves were trembling. But if Brother Qing had not been there, he would have died long ago.

"What, why don't you dare?"

Dong Yang hesitated for a while, but he still had the responsibility after all. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand to pick up the drunk weasel. He closed his eyes and grabbed the weasel's head without hesitation. With a crisp sound, the weasel's head was twisted 180 degrees, and it was twisted off by Dong Yang. It was immediately twisted off its head. It saw its body twitching, its whole body tensed and soft, and finally stopped moving.

"This, that's all right, ah?"

Dong Yang was trembling all over, not daring to look at the dead weasel in his hand, begging to look at Brother Qing: "Brother Qing, look, it is already dead, right?"

But Brother Qing didn't say anything. He stared at Dong Yang with a look of ghosts. The look made Dong Yang scared and he said tremblingly: "Qing, Brother Qing? Don't scare me..."

"What are you talking about?"

At this moment, a weak and gentle male voice rang from behind Dong Yang!

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"I, when I turned around, I found that Xiao Sun was behind me - he was behind me! Behind me!!"

Dong Yang suddenly started to get mad at the bonfire. He collapsed and roared, hysterically: "Did you see it? He is right behind me, right behind me, I just turned back, like this--"

Crunch!

The audience was filled with exclamations, and a crisp sound of bone fracture was heard. Dong Yang's head suddenly turned 180 degrees, his head was facing his spine, looking at the darkness behind him. He was confused at first, and then suddenly realized, murmured: "So, there is no one behind me..."

Bang!

Dong Yang's body collapsed on the ground like a sack, and his head rolled down from his blood-sprayed neck and rolled into the burning bonfire. The black and red bonfire suddenly burned even more vigorously, and the blood was so rich that it made people feel scared. There was silence everywhere, and no one around dared to clean up Dong Yang's body, and there was only scarlet blood left beside him, with stars dotted to the deepest darkness.

When Dong Yang talked about Brother Qing cutting Mei Jie's chest with a knife, Brother Qing completely collapsed and fled to the darkness outside the bonfire like crazy. Then he screamed in despair and no longer moved.

Two people died in a real story, and the storytellers and those who listened to the story were dead! The passengers present were still in shock, especially the weak passengers. Some of their arms were broken and bleeding, and some vomited weasel's hair, which was in great pain, just like they had personally experienced the story told by Dong Yang. The weak passengers in the East District responded more severely than the weak passengers in the West District. The weasel spirit was understood by the tourists in the West District as werewolves, and the legend of the folk supernatural spirits such as "yellow skin" and "weasel" became deeper into their hearts.

Compared with pure force and spirit, the latter will have a greater impact on them in the true story. If Dong Yang continues to tell, a few more people will die. In contrast, the strong passengers look pretty good. After all, for them, whether they are skinned or turned 180 degrees, they will not be hurt. Even the storytellers may die, which makes them afraid.

Dong Yangneng has lived to this point, so he definitely did not die like this in his past journey. The bonfire is very likely to amplify his inner fear and mislead him, which leads to the current tragic situation. If so, you have to consider what story you want to tell.

"It's a pity that the storyteller died and he failed to receive the reward."

Above the bonfire, C Yi sighed, narrowing his eyes slightly recalling Dong Yang's trembling despair and fear before his death. He heard it a little that he wanted to try to twist his head to his back, but the phantom cat jumped onto his back and stretched his back, and the cat claws hooked his hair.

Cyi held the cat in his arms, absent-mindedly thinking about the weasel. He really wanted to continue listening, not only because of the excitement, but also because Cyi found that he seemed to be able to draw some strength from the story. The Rocky Fire seems to be becoming more and more active, but unfortunately, there are not many people.

I originally thought that he could hear more stories by dying one by one. But now Brother Dong Yangqing died together, and there are only five death places left tonight's true story club. C1 wants to double the reward, the more rewards, the better.

"Who will tell the next story?"

His eyes swept around, and there was a hint of thrill in the calm voice: "If not--"

"I."

"I'll do it!"

"I want to talk!"

But before he finished speaking, four or five passengers took the initiative to tell stories! Next time, I have to say directly that I want to tell, so I can't ask any more. Anyway, he is the host, and C thought to himself that he would learn from his mistakes, so he ordered the first person to speak.

"Let us welcome the second narrator of the True Story tonight, Mr. Yu Xiangyang."

The person who didn't get the first sat down and looked at the person standing up. What Yang? Dong Yang? Everyone was still immersed in Dong Yang's true story, but when they saw the person standing up, all the passengers present, regardless of strength, including the audience in the live broadcast room, took a breath!

The person who stood up turned out to be Yu Xiangyang! The peak boss of the East District! Is the story he told that people can hear? This is to start a massacre and directly wipe out the audience?!

Everyone present looked pale, panic and uneasy, and even the darkness was alarmed by Yu Xiangyang. The thick ink-like shadows swallowed the light and rushed forward a little.

Then Yu Xiangyang said calmly: "I want to tell a story that happened in the deep sea."

The story in the deep sea? What is that?! Sargasso Sea? Death Canyon? Undersea Volcano? Is it the sleeping Lalaye in Cthulhu or the most dangerous journey of 30 degrees north latitude sinking into the Great Western continent??

"puff!"

A strong passenger in the western area of ​​the Yin-Yang Butterfly Team vomited blood. He held the painful head tightly and looked frightened. Just Yu Xiangyang's words, coupled with the influence of the bonfire and his imagination, made him extremely mentally confused and almost collapsed. The deep sea is more dangerous than the mountains and forests. The spiritual pollution experienced by the peak passengers in the deep sea was just touched by them. They knew that the terrifying existence was so they fantasized. There was no way to fight, so they could only wait for death. For a moment, the eyes of all the strong passengers changed, which was the most dangerous for them!

But the weak passengers, look at me, and I look at you. Although they are a little scared, they are more curious. What stories will be in the deep sea? Miranda, Miao Fangfei and others quietly breathed a sigh of relief, their tense nerves relaxed slightly, and the corners of their mouths were slightly raised.

I understand, the zombies sink.
Chapter completed!