Death Inquisitor

"You... how could you not be dead, how did you appear behind me!" Zhang Ne panicked.

He hopes that this is just a colleague who is back to the light, not a zombie.

But there was no voice to answer him.

Behind him, the coffin shook again.

Zhang Na swallowed continuously.

Not right! This is by no means a flashback.

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

To ensure safety, Zhang Ne got up and slowly leaned towards the wall of the tomb on the right hand side.

This way, you can see the corpse's corpse and the unknown coffin over there.

Slam!

In the coffin, a pale, dry bone stood up, still covered in shattered ancient costumes.

"Ghost!" Zhang Na shouted in horror this time without doubt.

From the kit on his body, he quickly took out a short-handled shovel, aimed at the dead bone for a while, and at the companion's body for a while, frightened: "You, don't come over! I'm not afraid of you!"

"Zhang Ne, you have my life!" A harsh voice echoed in the tomb.

It was Zhang Ne who was killed, the voice of this associate.

"Little thief, did you disturb the tranquility of the king after his death?" This was an extremely strange voice.

But at the moment, Zhang Na knew that this was the boneless voice.

"You, who the **** are you, you're pretending to be a ghost, right?" Zhang Na held a short-handled shovel, looked around anxiously, and shouted sharply.

Uh!

Withered bones and corpses threw at him.

"Fuck me!" Zhang Ne's pupil shrank suddenly.

The shovel in his hand waved toward the dead bone.

At the same time kicked the corpse.

But the strength of the bone and the dead body was beyond his imagination.

One was shoveled, and nothing happened.

One took him a foot, and only took a slight step back, and also grabbed his right leg and hugged it.

"You, what are you doing, let me loose!" Zhang Ne panicked and hugged her legs with a corpse. She struggled quickly and tried to pull her legs out.

But the hands of the corpse, like a steel hoop, were stuck.

And bowed his head, opened his mouth to bite up!

"His!" Zhang Na suddenly took a cold breath, biting his teeth, his eyes as if they were about to stare out of his eyes.

At this time, the dry bone rushed up, threw it to the ground, hugged the body of his leg, and also pressed on him.

"Get away, get away!"

Zhang Na shoved the two, but with a click, pushed the boneless head down.

Before he was shocked, the head that rolled to the side jumped up and bit his arm.

At the same time, the body began to tear up the pants and flesh on his leg.

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

In the broadcast room, the audience was swallowing saliva.

This is the rhythm to be eaten alive!

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

Only a pair of horrified eyes are still moving.

There was a vague voice at the bottom of the throat: "What's going on, I can't move..."

Withered bones and corpses stopped biting at the same time, and then one by one was responsible for clothes and one for trousers, and Zhang Ne was polished.

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

He also holds something familiar to everyone.

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

"Lying trough, the magistrate will not want to have a human feast!"

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

"Should...should not."

Soon, a pile of flames rose.

The bones squatted down with a rattling sound, and swiped across Zhang Ne's arm with a knife.

The cold knife surface made Zhang Ne's breathing thick, and dense bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.

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

At the same time, I want to move myself, but my body seems to be completely out of control, and does not listen.

"Hush!" Ye Chen stopped Zhang Ne's shouting, and then said softly mysteriously: "Just now this prince and your associates told me. They don't like eating raw meat, so I brought them tools, and they also Having said that, when the dishes are ready, they will share you generously!"

The voice in Zhang Na's mouth was louder, and his eyes kept turning.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he stared at the top of the tomb.

"Ah!" screamed with a vague nasal voice.

But the dead bone had cut a piece of meat on his arm with a knife.

The corpse was already hot, and the meat made a churn as soon as the meat entered the pan.

A scent fluttered.

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

Smelling the smell, Zhang Na instinctively appeared to eat. But the thought of making it with his own flesh was disgusting.

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

Withered bone pointed the knife at the wound again, and cut a piece of meat from above.

Zhang Na's muscles began to shake, both painful and frightened.

"Stop him, don't bleed too much to die." Ye Chen's voice sounded.

Withered bone immediately took a burning piece of wood from the fire and printed it on the wound.

White smoke came out, and a smell of burning smell floated.

Under the severe pain, Zhang Na's eyes turned white, and the pain fainted directly.

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

"Rarity...Rarity..." He stared at the atmosphere, confusing.

Then, he found that his lips and face could move, and he shouted clearly: "Forgiveness, the boss, you forgive me!"

However, a piece of fried golden shredded pork was delivered to his eyes.

The unrecognizable body grinned at him.

"He said, let you try their craft first." Ye Chen said to him.

Zhang Na's stomach rolled immediately.

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

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