Death Inquisitor

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"You... How could you not be dead? How did you appear behind me!" Zhang Na panicked.

He hoped that the one in front of him was just an accomplice who came back to life, not a zombie who cheated.

But no voice answered him.

There was only the sound of the coffin shaking again behind him.

Zhang Na kept swallowing his saliva.

Something is wrong! This is by no means a flashback.

Otherwise, how to explain the sound of the coffin behind him.

In order to ensure safety, Zhang Na got up and slowly leaned towards the wall of the tomb on the right.

In this way, you can see the corpse of the fraudulent corpse and the coffin with unknown conditions at the same time.

Bang!

Inside the coffin, a pale withered skeleton stood up, still covered in broken ancient clothes.

"Ghost!" Zhang Na no longer doubted this time, and shouted in horror.

From the tool bag on his body, he quickly took out a short-handled shovel, pointed at the dead bones for a while, and pointed at the corpse of his companion for a while, and said in horror: "You guys, don't come here! I'm not afraid of you!"

"Zhang Na, give me back my life!" A blunt voice echoed in the tomb.

It was the voice of this accomplice who was killed by Zhang Na.

"Little thief, are you the one who disturbed the peace of this king after his death?" It was an extremely strange voice.

But at this moment, Zhang Na knew that it was the voice of that withered bone.

"You, who the hell are you? You're the one playing tricks, aren't you?" Zhang Na shouted sharply, holding a short-handled shovel, looking around restlessly.

Swish!

Bones and corpses rushed at him.

"Get lost!" Zhang Na's pupils shrank suddenly.

The shovel in his hand swung towards the body of the bone.

At the same time, he kicked at the corpse.

But the power of the dead bones and corpses was beyond his imagination.

One got a shovel and nothing happened.

One was kicked by him, and he just stepped back slightly, and even grabbed his right leg and hugged him tightly.

"You, what are you doing, let me go!" Zhang Na panicked after being hugged by a corpse, and struggled to pull his leg out.

But the corpse's hands, like steel hoops, firmly stuck it.

And bowed his head, opened his mouth and bit it!

"Hiss!" Zhang Na gasped suddenly, gritted his teeth, and his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.

At this time, the dead bones rushed up, threw him to the ground, and the corpse holding his legs also pressed down on him.

"Go away, go away!"

Zhang Na pushed the two of them, but with a click, he pushed his withered head off.

Before he could be astonished, the head that rolled to the side jumped up and bit his arm.

At the same time, the corpse also began to tear the pants and flesh from his legs.

Now Zhang Na couldn't bear it anymore, and screamed in pain.

In the live broadcast room, the audience was also swallowing their saliva.

This is the rhythm of being eaten alive!

At this time, Zhang Na, who was still struggling, suddenly stopped.

Only a pair of frightened eyeballs were still rolling.

A vague voice came from the bottom of the throat: "What's going on, why can't I move..."

The dead bones and the corpse stopped biting at the same time, and then one was in charge of the clothes and the other was in charge of the trousers, stripping Zhang Na naked.

A figure in a black robe came out of the darkness and came into the camera.

Holding something familiar to everyone.

Pot, soy sauce, green onion, monosodium glutamate, salt...all in one basket.

"Damn it, the magistrate boss wants to have a feast of human flesh!"

"Thriller, does the boss still have this hobby?"

"Should...probably not."

Soon, a pile of flames rose.

With a crackling sound of dry bones, he squatted down and swiped a small knife on Zhang Ne's arm.

The cold knife surface made the immobile Zhang Na's breath thicker, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.

"Death judge, are you the death judge! What do you want to do!" Zhang Na tried hard to make a sound from the bottom of his throat.

At the same time, he wanted to move by himself, but his body seemed to have completely lost control, and he didn't listen to it at all.

"Hush!" Ye Chen stopped Zhang Na from shouting, and then said in a soft and mysterious voice: "The prince and your accomplices told me just now. They don't like to eat raw meat, so I brought them tools, and they also As I said, when the dishes are ready, they will generously share your portion!"

Zhang Na's vague voice became louder, and his eyes kept rolling.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, staring at the top of the tomb as if frozen.

"Ah!" A nasal scream sounded.

But the dry bone has already used a knife to cut a piece of flesh on his arm.

As for the corpse, the oil pan had already been heated up, and when the meat entered the oil pan, it made a screeching sound.

A fragrance wafted out.

Ye Chen was kind enough to throw in a handful of green onions.

Smelling the aroma, Zhang Na instinctively had the idea of ​​eating. But when I think about it

If it's made from your own meat, it's disgusting.

On the arm, blood was flowing, and the red muscles inside were clearly visible.

Withered Bones pointed the knife at the wound again, and cut a strip of flesh from it.

Zhang Na's muscles began to tremble, both in pain and fear.

"Stop the bleeding, don't bleed to death." Ye Chen's voice sounded.

Dry Bones immediately took out a burning piece of wood from the fire, and stamped it on the wound.

White smoke came out, and a burnt smell wafted up.

Under the severe pain, Zhang Na's eyes turned white, and he passed out from the pain.

But the next moment, water was poured on his face, waking him up.

"Rao Mi... Rao Mi..." He said in a loud voice, unable to speak clearly.

Then, he found that his lips and face could move, and he yelled clearly: "Forgive me, Judge Boss, please spare me!"

However, a piece of fried golden shredded pork was handed before his eyes.

The unrecognizable corpse grinned at him.

"He said, let you taste their craftsmanship first." Ye Chen said to him.

Zhang Na's stomach immediately rolled over.

Close your mouth tightly, hold your breath, and make a "woo woo woo" sound of rejection. ..

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