Volume 5 Chapter 18 The Hall of Doors (2)

“What are you doing? Get down!” I yelled in a panic. In this situation, he was still climbing onto the beam. I really didn’t know what was going on in his head.

The fat guy ignored me. He was very fast, and in a few steps he had already reached the beam. He turned around and said, “What’s the rush? I’m not a three-year-old kid, I’ll come down if something’s wrong.” He then walked along the beam towards the corpse closest to him.

I suddenly realized that the fat guy was eyeing the Type 56. I’m used to this guy’s lack of discipline, but now I’m so angry I could spit fire.

The fat guy took a few cautious steps. His weight was so heavy that the entire ceiling of the temple shook with his footsteps, emitting a sound that made people uneasy. At the same time, a large amount of wood chips fell from above. We reflexively retreated, afraid that the fat guy would collapse the entire structure above our heads.

Pan Zi slapped the garbage on his body and cursed, “You fucking give me a break, and we’ll all be dead in a minute.”

The fat man made a gesture of apology and walked over to the corpse. The first thing he did was to hook the 56-style bullet from the corpse, take it in his hand, immediately remove the bullet from the chamber, then throw it to Pan Zi, and then pick up the bullet bag from the corpse. He carried it on his back and only then looked at the corpse.

I watched the fat man slowly take off the corpse’s gas mask. Inside the mask was the face of a middle-aged foreigner, his whole face contorted, his face pale, his mouth open in a bizarrely large way, as if he was screaming when he died. Death should be instantaneous, so the expression when he died would be so frozen.

I saw his face turn pale and yelled, “Don’t touch him, look at his face, he must have died of poisoning.”

The fat man nodded and put on his gloves. Then he went to look at the “rope” hanging from the corpse. These people definitely didn’t hang themselves up there, so what was going on with these ropes? We all wanted to know.

However, the fat man went up and took a look, but his face was still very puzzled.

I asked, “What did you find?”

The fat man said, “These damn things look like hair…”

“Hair?” I said in surprise.

The fat man nodded. He said, “It’s pretty long. How come these people are all women?” The fat man lifted the corpse a little. “No… this hair is coming out of his neck. It’s not hair. Damn it, is it armpit hair? This foreigner is really something, his armpit hair is so long.”

He took out a knife and tried to cut off the ‘hair’ of the dead man, then put the corpse down for me to see. But after he made two cuts with the knife, the ‘hair’ didn’t break, it seemed very tough. He took out a lighter and wanted to burn it to see.

I thought to myself, I don’t want to see this kind of corpse, so I yelled at him, “Forget it, I’m not interested in seeing the corpse. Come down quickly, don’t mess around. If it’s poisonous, it’ll be trouble.”

The fat guy thought about it and put away the lighter and said, “Wait a little longer, just a little longer!” Then he ran over to another corpse, it seemed like he didn’t want to let go of a gun.

I saw that this corpse didn’t seem to be dangerous, so I didn’t stop him. He was still the same as before. When he got to the corpse, he first hooked the gun down and threw it to me, and then he wanted to pick up the bullet bag of the corpse. At this time, I suddenly saw the hand of this corpse move suddenly.

My mind tightened, and I suddenly realized that something was wrong. The fat man was about to take off his gas mask. I hurriedly yelled, “Wait! This one seems to be alive! Don’t take off his mask!”

The fat man said, “Really?” He pressed the corpse’s pulse, his face changed, and he quickly took out a lighter and burned the “hair” on it. The corpse immediately fell from the beam, and Hua and I caught it and put it on the ground. Hua put on his gloves and turned his neck. He saw that the “hair” hanging from the corpse did indeed seem to grow from the man’s back.

Hua turned his eyelids again and shook his head, saying, “He’s not dead, but he’s almost there. His pupils are almost enlarged.”

I looked at the man and saw that he seemed to be Chinese. I asked, “Is there any hope of saving him?”

Hua Monk shook his head and said, “There’s no point in saving him. First, it would only make him last a little longer, and it would be more painful when he died. Second, it would be a hassle to carry him around.”

I said, “He’s not dead yet. It doesn’t seem right to leave him here.”

Huashan shook his head and smiled, as if he thought I was funny. He took out his saber from his waist and pulled the man’s neck up. I felt something was wrong as soon as I saw it, and quickly pulled him back, saying, “What are you doing?”

“He is poisoned now, and it will be very painful when he dies. I am bleeding him to make him die more comfortably.”

I was dumbfounded when I heard this. What kind of logic is this? I was about to shake my head and say no, but suddenly the “corpse” suddenly convulsed, grabbed Hua’s hand, opened his eyes, and kept shaking.

Hua was startled and quickly pulled his hand away, stepping back several steps.

The man looked at me and then at Hua, and his consciousness had apparently returned. Suddenly, he straightened up and cried out in pain. I couldn’t hear what he was calling out, so I hurriedly went to hold him down, but the man had a lot of strength, and he and Hua Monk both got thrown away. The man rolled around on the ground, screaming in agony, his mouth opening wider and wider, until it was at the limit of what a human being could possibly open, and his neck also swelled up, as if it was about to explode. A large amount of foul-smelling liquid came out of his mouth.

Pan Zi couldn’t bear to watch any longer, so he pulled the trigger and “bang” sent the man on his way.

The sound of the gunshot was so loud that it took me by surprise. I felt a sharp pain in my ears. I saw that Pan Zi had shot him directly in the heart. A large amount of blood gushed out of the corpse, and the corpse writhed a couple of times before stopping.

“What was he screaming about?” Hua Monk was sweating profusely and asked, “Did anyone understand?”

“Hakka, he was screaming like that, I don’t understand much, but it seems to be calling ‘back, back.’“ Ye Chengdao.

”Back, is there something strange on his back?” Hua Monk turned the body over and tried to cut open his clothes to see what was going on on his back.

I looked at the blood everywhere and felt my head start to spin. I turned my head away and told the fat man to hurry down.

The fat man was still crouching on the beam, looking down at us, and had already lit a cigarette by this time. When he saw me turn around, he said, “Don’t rush me. You’re just like my mother. I promise Chairman Mao that I’ll come down after I finish this cigarette.”

I thought to myself, “How can you smoke with a gas mask on?” When I looked at him, I suddenly froze, then my scalp exploded, and I fell to the ground with a loud cry.

Behind the fat man’s shoulders, a strange white face with staring eyes suddenly appeared. When I looked closely, it turned out to be a strange person lying on the fat man’s back. And the fat man didn’t seem to notice at all.