I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 599
These officers and soldiers were complaining, and the sky slowly darkened unknowingly.

Suddenly, an officer and soldier said "Ouch" and said, "Why do I feel that my leg is always so itchy, as if there are bugs crawling on it." Then, the officer and soldier lowered his body, untied his leggings, and kept Scratching the itch, the scratching is endless, and there is a burst of cheerful sound.

Soon, this itching feeling seemed to be contagious. Many officers and soldiers also suddenly felt itching on their legs, not only on their legs, but also on their arms. It was still itchy at first, and then slightly With a touch of pain.

This itchy feeling is not to mention how uncomfortable it is, the more you scratch it, the more itchy you scratch, and finally many officers and soldiers bleed out from scratching, and it is all over their bodies, but they still can't stop. Some officers and soldiers simply sat on the ground, took off He dropped his clothes and kept scratching.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and a dark cloud slowly floated over, covering the fluffy moon, and suddenly the sky and the earth were dark and gloomy.

Outside the main room where four large coffins were placed, a group of officers and soldiers danced and scratched their itch. This situation seemed a little weird.

In fact, these officers and soldiers who dug the grave had already been poisoned by the corpse poison. The moment they dug the grave, when blood began to ooze from the pit, they were doomed to a tragic end.Then, almost every one of these people jumped into the grave, staining the blood-stained soil in the grave, and the blood-stained soil of the bloody corpse touched their arms, legs, and backs , the corpse poison had already slowly soaked into their bodies, corroding their flesh and blood until it turned into a pool of thick blood.

Finally, someone scratched the flesh and blood, and the blood flowed out, even reaching the white bone stubble on the thigh, but he still felt itchy, and kept scratching the bone with his fingernails. Huahua's bone stubble made a piercing sound, although it was slight, it made people feel cold all over.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the main room where four large coffins were placed. One of the coffins seemed to move slightly, and there was a sound of fingernails scratching the wooden boards from inside the coffin. , There was a crisp sound of "creaking".

However, no one noticed this, because everyone was tickling non-stop. This sound seemed insignificant among the sounds of skin scratching made by a group of people, and everyone thought it came from their companions. sound.

"Oh...it's so itchy! What's going on here? Why did the scratching get more and more itchy, the flesh on my leg is all scratched..." An officer and soldier finally stopped in the midst of his busy schedule, his head His face was stained with a lot of blood from his hands when he wiped his sweat, mixed with the sweat. His face was hideous and distorted. He inadvertently scratched his face, but a piece of flesh came off, trembling. hanging on the face.

"Oh... I can't take it anymore... What's wrong with this!" Another officer and soldier cried out in pain. He couldn't bear the unbearable pain. He stopped and rolled on the ground, but later felt that it was useless, so he directly pulled out the waist knife and began to cut the flesh of his body, using pain to cover up the extremely itchy pain.

(End of this chapter)