I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 153 The cold feeling

"You...you don't want to live, kid?! Hurry up and come here!" The fat bandit's hand holding the fire bag was shaking, and he shouted at the skinny bandit.

Unexpectedly, the skinny bandit didn't seem to hear it, and still pinched the yellow paper talisman on the head of the female corpse with one hand. His head was very close to the head of the female corpse, that is, the distance of three fingers.

The expression on the skinny bandit's face was extremely strange, a strangeness that could not be described in words. It was a kind of smile that was not a smile, a collection of intoxicated, stupid, and numb expressions. He kept this movement all the time, motionless , after a while, the corner of the mouth actually flowed out...

Under the reflection of the fire folder in the hands of the fat bandit, a pale and beautiful face echoed the face of the skinny bandit with an indescribable expression, flickering on and off, making the atmosphere even more eerie.

The fat bandit swallowed hard, and then called out to the thin bandit with a trembling voice, but the thin bandit still didn't respond at all, and the fat bandit's heart suddenly went cold, and he suddenly realized that the situation was heading towards an unbelievable The direction of development, the skinny bandit is likely to be confused by this female corpse, he is bewitched!

Standing in place for a while, the fire in his hand gradually dimmed, and it was about to go out. The fat bandit was standing in this small wooden house, and suddenly he felt a creepy feeling, and his legs kicked unconsciously. pendulum.

The air in this cabin seemed to freeze in an instant, and the temperature seemed to have dropped a lot, making it even colder. This kind of cold is not the ordinary cold, it penetrates from the inside out, from the bone marrow to the skin. That kind of coldness made the fat bandit dare not stay in the house anymore, but leaving the skinny bandit alone in the house might cause some trouble, he was very conflicted now.

After thinking about it again and again, the fat bandit finally walked out of the cabin.

As soon as he walked out of this room, the cold feeling disappeared in an instant, the cold sweat all over his body was quickly dried, and the fat bandit felt much more comfortable, although his heart was still beating non-stop.

After taking a few deep breaths, the fat bandit shifted his gaze to the machete at the door, walked over slowly, held the knife tightly in his hand, and took out a fire pocket from his arms lit.

The fat bandit held the machete tightly in one hand and the torch in the other, and walked towards the cabin again.

For some reason, as soon as he entered the cabin, that cold feeling swept over his body again, and every pore on his body tightened, which made him shiver again.

The fat bandit tried to keep his footsteps as light as possible, and almost moved into the house. Under the reflection of the fire, the fat bandit saw that the thin bandit was still standing there, still maintaining the same movement as before. The only thing was different from before. What's more -- his body seems to be shaking, it's that kind of slight shaking, intermittently...

He moved his eyes to the female corpse again. She was still the same, with her eyes closed tightly, standing in the corner like a wooden stake, with an extremely handsome face. I can't help but dream a little bit.

With great difficulty, he forced himself to move his eyes away from the face of the female corpse. The fat bandit clenched the knife in his hand and approached the hand bandit step by step...

(End of this chapter)