The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 78

[Article 78]

After a period of time, a layer of bones will be buried on it, allowing the curse to continue for a long time.

“I finally understand what it means to use us as a living sacrifice…” Nick remembered what Kevin said before, and his face turned green, “This is a moment when a beast was not caught, and one slaughtered one.”

“The cemetery was built like this .

In order to kill one, kill a dozen, just add to the curse.” The officer next to Nick echoed.

Hearing this, Osvid thought of Kevin who had already entered the tomb, and his expression turned even worse.

Just when he opened his mouth to give an order, a gust of wind blew up along everyone’s ankles, and several insect lamps in everyone’s hands flickered twice and suddenly went out.

The crowd was startled.

“This bag contains worms and not fire, how could it be blown out by the wind?” Someone said in a low voice in disbelief.

“Because it’s not extinguished, but the bugs inside are dead.” Osvid said coldly, “Remember where you were just now? Everyone gathered with their backs to each other, and something came.”

“What?! ”

Undead…”

When everyone outside the door ran into trouble, Kevin was carrying a bug lantern and walking unhurriedly on a road that twisted and turned three times.

If you look closely, you can see that the sight on both sides of the road is horrifying –

it is a patch of tall reed-like grass, almost reaching Kevin’s shoulder.

It’s just that the heads of those tall grasses are not hairy spikes, but human faces.

Every face was pale and slightly swollen, and the eyebrows and eyes were extraordinarily blue and black, and the contrast was so sharp that the scalp tingled.

There were men and women, old and young, and they stared at Kevin, as if there was nothing in this place worthy of their attention except for him.

In fact, it was indeed the case. The road was extremely silent. Apart from the infinitely amplified “rustling” footsteps of Kevin, there was only another rhythmic muffled sound.

It was the sound of blood dripping on the ground.

From the moment he entered the gate of the cemetery, new wounds appeared on Kevin’s body, which slowly healed automatically.

Sometimes it’s fingers, sometimes arms, sometimes on the chest and back…

Each time it begins with the rapid festering of the skin, then dripping flesh and blood, until the white bones are exposed, and then slowly regenerates and heals.

This wound has not healed completely, and the other one begins to repeat the process.

So Kevin walked all the way, and the blood on the ground had already formed a line.

The faces on both sides couldn’t help but swallow their saliva, staring at Kevin, as if they were very hungry but scared.

Wherever Kevin goes, the face will subconsciously retreat backwards, giving Kevin a wider path.

And once Kevin stepped forward, those faces would rush to the ground like crazy, to tiǎn the blood dripping on the ground.

He jumped so fast that he almost hit Kevin’s heel.

But Kevin didn’t even pause, and continued to stride forward like this.

When those human faces were eating blood and mud, they would make a rude sound of “huchihuchi”, as if they were not eating a thin layer of flesh and blood, but swallowing something into their belly.

Kevin’s face was as pale as paper under the light of the bug lamp, just like when he was just dug out of the ground by the class.

When there was no one around, the usual expressions would disappear from his face, appearing extraordinarily cold and without any emotion.

This creepy road doesn’t go straight to the end, with several forks in the middle that look exactly the same.

Whenever he came across a fork, Kevin didn’t even lift his eyelids, he turned his toes and walked directly into one of them, looking familiar.

Before long, he came to the end of the road.

Behind him were faces that were swallowing endlessly. When they were frantically eating the blood and mud on the ground, their eyes were still fixed on Kevin, as if they were reluctant to let him go, but out of some kind of fear, they dared not really to stop.

In front of Kevin, there is a hot swamp that is bubbling. The mud in the swamp looks strange in color, like black, but it is a little dark red. Indescribably uncomfortable.

Kevin stared at the quagmire for a moment, frowned slightly, and then slowly returned to indifference, even a little colder than before.

He raised his left hand, which was just rotten from skin to bone, and hung it over the quagmire.

Large drops of blood fell into the swamp in bunches and were steamed by the hot air, giving off a more intense bloody smell.

Kevin’s left hand, which was about to become a bone, healed a little bit again, and finally turned into a slender and well-proportioned appearance.

The moment he retracted his hand, a bloody swamp suddenly jumped out.