Chapter 45: The Sudden Appearance of a Person

  "I've been poisoned." Ula muttered, with a double meaning.

  "It's okay, with modern medicine being so advanced, we can definitely detoxify. Follow me, don't make another mistake."

  Can she? Can she get rid of this nightmare? But leaning on him like this, it's really easy, and for the past ten years, she had almost forgotten this feeling. Even if it was just for one more day, wouldn't that be good enough? Wura struggled in her heart, wanting to hold onto this moment's warmth, yet also wanting to listen to Choi Mung's words and continue living.

  Hahaha...

  Chui Meng suddenly burst out laughing, his voice sharp and strange, shaking Yan Feng's ears so much that they hurt, almost immediately wanting to cover them with his hands. It felt like a steel needle was piercing through his eardrum and then crossing through his brain, the pain concentrated in his brainstem, making him feel unbearable. Fortunately, he had strong willpower and restrained himself.

  But the Ula in his arms was not so calm, almost as soon as Cui Meng's laughter sounded, she began to struggle desperately, screaming loudly, as if Cui Meng's laughter contained witchcraft, making her absorb the flower pot witch's personality unbearable.

  Yan Feng made a swift decision, with one swing of his hand he knocked Wu La unconscious to the ground. Then he took off his jacket and covered his ears and head. He was wearing a T-shirt, which wasn't enough to block out the ear-piercing sound, but it at least muffled it somewhat.

  Chui Meng was still laughing maniacally, seemingly unconscious, like a madman, and the gun had been flung onto the lawn, temporarily out of reach. Yan Feng looked at Wula, then at Linglong on the other side, unsure which side to stay on for the moment. He had always been resolute and decisive, never hesitating in the face of life or death, but now his heart was in disarray. Finally, gritting his teeth, he decided to head over to the other side first. After all, Wula no longer had a weapon, and her ability to threaten him was limited.

  He stepped on Zhang Baoqiang's corpse, but unexpectedly his foot slipped. His instinctive center of gravity shifted backwards, avoiding the terrible result of falling into the lawn. But he hit the mountain wall again, shaking his internal organs out of place. And all this was not the most terrifying thing, the most terrifying thing was that Zhang Baoqiang, who should have been motionless, suddenly stood up straight!

  Corpse!

  Yan Feng's heart skipped a beat. He quickly scrambled up and found himself face to face with Zhang Baoqiang, who had jumped over and was stretching out his hand!

  Yan Feng realized that the so-called "corpse" was just a phenomenon formed by some unknown stimulation of the plant nerves of the deceased, which he had seen before when he went to understand the case with the forensic doctor. He would also see the dead body's arm move, and the forensic doctor would touch certain nerves or organs inside the corpse. The corpse would even sit up directly, just a mechanical reaction. But at this moment, when he truly faced it himself, he realized how terrifying that mechanical, stiff, and unconscious threat was!

  A cat's body, Yan risked dodging the corpse's attack, but the side of the mountain cave was too small. As he retreated backwards, a soft feeling suddenly came from his feet. Panicked, he immediately took a horizontal step, avoiding stepping on Ula's body, but almost stepped on that terrifying lawn. Fortunately, he was agile and reacted quickly, instinctively adjusting his center of gravity in mid-air, jumping to the back of Ula. But this hesitation allowed the corpse to approach again, following the living person's breath, stretching out stiff arms, pinching towards Yanfeng's neck.

  Swallow Wind dodged to the side and nimbly circled behind the corpse, kicking its knee with one foot. The force of this kick was very great. In Cui Meng's mad laughter, you could even hear the sound of bones shattering, but the corpse merely swayed, turned around, and continued chasing Swallow Wind without letting up.

  In this place, a fierce battle is unfolding. Zhang Baoqiang's corpse has the upper hand over Yanfeng, as it is not afraid of being trampled by Wula and is also immune to the magic of the lawn, feeling no pain or thoughts, only single-mindedly pursuing and attacking people. But Yanfeng's troubles are great, not only must he guard against these things, but also ensure that Wula is not trampled by Zhang Baoqiang. A person's corpse is extremely heavy, if Wula is trampled a few times, she will either die or be seriously injured.

  He crouched down, dodging the nth round of attacks. Yanfeng quickly pushed Ula's body to the edge of the mountain wall, clearing the middle path. He thought that a corpse couldn't bend its body, and he could take this opportunity to catch his breath and think of a countermeasure. But unexpectedly, Zhang Baoqiang, although not bending down, seemed to be conscious and lifted his foot to kick wildly. The force on his feet was incredibly strong, as if it could even shatter stones. The severed leg was at a frightening angle, but still had incredible strength, forcing Yanfeng to dodge left and right, and several times he had to stretch out his hand to block the kicks. As soon as their limbs touched, he felt like his bones were going to break.

  He knew he couldn't keep wrestling with a corpse like this, and Cui Meng was too unpredictable, it was hard to guarantee that something new wouldn't happen. Now he was trapped in this small space, unable to jump over the lawn or knock down the dead body, and could only hold on like this, and as time went on, he would only be passively beaten. He had considered crawling out of the cave entrance and then coming back around. But Wula was here, and Linglong was also here, if Cui Meng controlled Zhang Baoqiang's corpse to harm either of these two people, it was something he couldn't accept.

  Just as I was getting anxious, I saw Linglong move slightly on the lawn opposite me. She slowly got up, seemingly startled by Cui's loud and non-stop laughter. Yanfeng felt a surge of joy, but soon discovered that something was off. Although Linglong appeared to be awake, her expression was dull and dazed, like a puppet being manipulated, swaying unsteadily as she walked towards the lawn.

  "Halt, Linglong, don't move! Don't move!" A moment of distraction, and Yanfeng's calf was kicked, the searing pain almost causing him to kneel to the ground.

  The shout made Linglong's footsteps pause for a moment, but it couldn't stop Cui Meng's temptation, and she continued to move step by step towards the lawn. Yanfeng was in a hurry, quickly took off one of his shoes, and threw it heavily on Linglong's body.

  Linglong finally stopped, still not fully awake, standing like a sleepwalker, but at least no longer moving forward. Yanfeng let out a sigh of relief, only to feel suffocated immediately after, as he had taken care of Linglong but neglected himself, and Zhang Baoqiang's icy hard hand had tightly grasped his throat.

  At the critical moment, he strained every nerve to break off several icy fingers that blocked his breath, and with a kick of his foot, he knocked the corpse to the ground. However, although the corpse's arms left his neck, they suddenly changed to lock around his waist, bringing him down on top of the corpse as well, face to face with the half-dried blood and brain matter in the eye sockets, feeling the foul air from the corpse's abdomen spewing out of its wide-open mouth.

  He was a policeman, not superstitious, but he also had taboos. He hastily turned his face away, not letting the foul air spray onto his own face. Then he desperately tried to break free from the handcuffs. But Zhang Bao's corpse was incredibly strong, and for a moment, he couldn't move at all. The air that had barely been sucked into his chest cavity was also squeezed out bit by bit.

  He turned his head to look at Linglong, saw her stunned for a while and then showed signs of wanting to move again, and the sound of Wula's groan also sounded in his ears, as if he had already woken up. He struggled to turn his head towards Cui Meng on the stone platform, only to see him still laughing with his mouth open, but the muscles on his face were twisted, his eyes rolled back, and blood was coming out of his seven orifices, like a malevolent spirit from hell poking its head out of that flower pot!

  He was frantic, punching and kicking the corpse beneath him in an attempt to free himself as quickly as possible, while shouting loudly, but there was no way out. Just as Linglong was about to step onto the lawn, Wula also stood up to enter, and he himself was choked until he was dizzy and about to faint, when a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

  A kind old man's face, smiling and gentle, with a hint of flattery, as if he had done something wrong. He said, "If you have anything, just call out loud, I'll hear it and come to help you."

  Grandma Li!

  He shouted loudly, even he himself didn't know why he thought of the old man at this critical moment. He gazed at Linglong, and at this life-and-death juncture, a warm feeling actually rose up in his heart, but he couldn't stop her from stepping onto this lawn filled with evil powers, he could only watch as she did so, and for an instant even gave up resisting, he was normally the kind of person who wouldn't give up until death, yet at this moment he let the corpse pin him down like it wanted to snap him in two.

  This lovely and innocent girl was inadvertently drawn into this cruel thing, and in the face of the most chilling truth, she still maintained the most sincere attitude. It was he who drew her in, but couldn't save her, watching helplessly as the best thing in the world for him was destroyed. Did he love her? He couldn't say, but that heart-pounding feeling was so moving, yet he could only let her fall into this perverted cycle too!

  Those beautiful little legs stepped onto the lawn, made even more lovely by the lush green grass, but in Yan Feng's eyes, this was the last thing he wanted to see. He thought of pushing her away, and unexpectedly succeeded, originally tightly grasping his arm, Zhang Baoqiang suddenly loosened his stiff arms, Yan Feng's body pounced onto Linglong's, and together they rolled down onto the lawn.

  His heart sank, thinking that they would never escape the disaster, but after waiting for half a day, all he heard was Ula's shrill cry: "Let her go!"

  Yan Feng only then noticed that neither he nor Ling Long were under the control of the lawn. He was lying on top of her, holding her tightly, as if letting go would cause her to be tempted to offer her body to Cui Meng. Looking at her face again, a pair of warm and bright eyes were gazing up at him, with a hint of moisture in them, and her slightly red cheeks revealed a hint of shyness, clearly indicating that she was now fully conscious.

  What's going on? Why aren't they under the control of magic and sorcery?!

  "Who?! Who's destroying me?!" Choi Mung's mournful cry was like a sharp knife, his face with seven orifices bleeding, the skin wrinkled into a ball, and it seemed to be pulled up by an invisible hook from the mouth to the upper slant of both ears. His eyeballs turned bright red, and the whites and blacks disappeared without a trace, as if they had melted into a pool of blood.

  Yan Feng quickly picked up Ling Long and left the lawn in a hurry, fearing that something else might happen. But when he went to pull Wu La, Wu La shook off his hand.

  His heart felt bitter, wanting to say something, but it was stuck in his throat and couldn't be spoken out loud. His ears were filled with the sound of women's shrill screams from Cui Meng, until a slow and hesitant footsteps came from outside the cave.

  …………

  …………

  ...66 has something to say...