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Chapter 1826 People Are Not Human
Shixin hadn't noticed anyone coming, but after hearing what Linger said, he still couldn't help frowning at her, and grabbed her hand behind his back.

Ling'er ignored him, just patted her hand when he pinched her, and looked at the people who had been silent in front of her, they seemed to be waiting for something.

"It's coming this way." Ling'er said.

Shi Xin followed her to look over, and didn't feel anyone approaching for a while, he asked: "When we came all the way just now, did you notice that there were still people in those houses?"

"No one." Linger replied.

He also remembered that there was no one, but now a person appeared... At this moment, Shixin noticed that someone was indeed approaching here, breathing heavily, as if injured.

"It shouldn't be in the house. We just followed these villagers all the way, and didn't go to other places. I don't know if there are people in other places." Linger said, she frowned suddenly, and wrinkled her nose again, " Hurt, I smell blood, do you smell it?"

Shi Xin didn't speak, but frowned tightly.

Ling'er didn't ask any more.

After a while, Shixin also smelled it, and he held Linger's hand tightly.

The person approaching trotted for a while, because the speed of the injury was not very fast, but they were trying their best to rush this way, and the sound of panting was so heavy.

"We brought people here." Suddenly, the villagers who had never heard anything in front of them made a voice.

Shi Xin and Ling'er looked back at the same time, the speaker was still singing the mourning all the way, with male and female voices, standing at the front, not knowing who he was talking to.

Shixin didn't feel anything else appeared, he looked at Ling'er, and still couldn't help asking: "Is there anything else?"

"No."

"Then who is he talking to? That pile of corpses who can't talk to him?" Shuxin said mockingly, he didn't have a good impression of this kind of crooked people.

Ling'er pulled him over there.

"Please, please give us...ahem, give us a long life..." The person in front spoke, as if praying, with the eager knocking sound in the coffin, boom, boom, in It was a scary night.

Just as the two of them were about to step forward, there was a rustling sound behind them, which was quite loud.

The one who was near came over.

Ling'er looked at the people in front of her and heard the voice, and turned her head to look over. Everyone seemed to have a human skin mask on their faces, expressionless, as if they were not interested in anything.

Ling'er's pupils dilated a little, because she saw the person standing in the front, that is, the person who had just spoken, turned his head. It was a woman's face, a young woman's face.

It's not because of how strange this woman's face is, but because this face is particularly strange on such a body. It is the body of an old woman with white hair. An old man whose feet are about to step into the underworld.

Except for the man who stood at the front with a particularly contradictory appearance, the rest of the villagers looked very young, and there were no old people inside, not even a single old man.

Shuxin frowned, his eyes swept over, the sarcasm from the corner of his mouth became more and more sarcasm, he snorted coldly, turned his head and stopped looking, "People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts."

Ling'er looked at Shixin suspiciously, a little puzzled as to what he meant by that.

(End of this chapter)