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  Just as I was looking at the gray and white tomb gate, something that flew over my head slowly got up from the ground. At first glance, I saw the child's corpse, but his limbs were all broken, only connected by skin, completely not like a zombie. What was it that chased me just now?

  Before I could make sense of it, a shrill voice suddenly pierced the silent space, like a patient with laryngitis screaming. As soon as the sound started, I felt my scalp tingling, and when I turned around, I saw in the darkness illuminated by the flames, a gigantic black shadow looming.

  That dark shadow seemed to fear the light, and was not close to me. It hid outside the firelight, and I could only see its vague outline. But with just one glance, I recognized it as that big radish. Immediately afterwards, the big radish's body shook once, and a corpse came crashing straight towards me. I hastily dodged to the side, but my foot slipped at this moment, and I tumbled to the ground, sitting down amidst the pile of corpses.

  At this time, the big radish seemed to have adapted to the firelight and moved forward a little, with half of its body exposed in the firelight. On it were densely packed corpses, the most peculiar thing was that the corpses on the radish had signs of rotting, at the same time, I also saw a familiar corpse.

  The corpse I didn't recognize, but those modern clothes were really eye-catching.

  The corpse was pierced by a pale tendril, tightly stuck to the radish body, with half of its head gone, and I could see a bloody half skull on its forehead. When I saw this, my scalp felt numb, and I immediately got up from the pile of corpses, holding the torch high, and stumbled into the ghostly path. The tomb gate was only one person tall, and Da Luobo's body would definitely not fit in, but once it adapted to the light, I couldn't resist no matter what, so I had to take advantage of its current fear and hurry into the ghostly path.

  I didn't have the energy to think about who had blown open the tomb door at this moment, dragging my painful leg and stumbling towards the entrance of the ghost road. Just as I was about to step in, my foot suddenly stumbled, as if caught by something. I immediately looked down and felt a chill all over my body. What grabbed my foot was a withered human hand, and it was the hand of that child's corpse.

  That hand was clearly broken, but now it's firmly grasping my injured ankle. The kid's corpse was just used as a weapon and thrown over here by Da Loubao, and it's already been smashed beyond recognition. Can't let the resentment dissipate, is it going to rise from the dead?

  I hastily shook my foot, trying to shake off the child's corpse, but suddenly a sharp whistle came from behind, and that big radish had already adapted to the firelight, rushing up fiercely. I heard this sound, and could no longer care about the child's corpse, using force on my feet, dragging the child's corpse together into the ghost tunnel, just as we entered, the entire ghost tunnel emitted a dull thud, and the big radish behind heavily collided with it, its body tightly stuck to the blast hole of the ghost tunnel, revealing several corpses that had already lost all human appearance.

  Just then, I felt the child's corpse that was holding my foot suddenly move, and the force in its hand seemed to increase. I was so scared that I almost jumped up, looking at the child's corpse whose body was about to fall apart, feeling very eerie in my heart. Over the years, I have seen no shortage of zombies, but a corpse that can still pretend to be alive like this, this little broken kid is really the first one.

  I was just about to crouch down and pry his hands open, when the corpses blocking the tomb door suddenly started shaking violently, then fell to the ground. From their bodies, pale white tentacles like tree roots or radish roots were pulled out, and those tentacles quickly crawled towards me along the bottom of the ghost road.

  I took a look and suddenly couldn't care about anything else, I dragged the child's body with my feet and ran inside.

  This ghost road is built very crudely, and the traces of artificial construction can be seen. Probably due to material reasons, no tombstones were paved, not like a tomb path, but more like a cave.

  The radish's tentacles were also unknown in length, anyway I ran for a while, turned back and saw that there were still white tentacles stretching out, feeling like my heart was going to jump out, couldn't care about the surroundings, just kept running forward. At this time, I found that around the front tomb path, there were many branches, close to the tomb wall, exposing many neatly arranged holes, as if they were designed in advance.

  I feel that something is not right, searching in my mind the tomb layout I know, but the ghost road has always been a straight path leading to the east palace, never heard of it having a fork in the ghost road, this approach is also very taboo, ancient people believed that if a fork is opened in the ghost road, the slave's ghost will escape, so the ghost road is generally built in the southeast and then leads directly to the east palace of the main tomb.

  Although I was puzzled in my heart, I had no way to observe carefully, and could only rush forward with my head down. At this time, I found that this ghostly path actually came to an end, and in front of me was a wall sealed with blue bricks, with no way to go.

  At this moment, a hissing sound like a snake crawling came from behind, getting closer and closer, and I suddenly felt a chill.

  It's all over; I'm really going to meet my maker here.

  I turned around to take a look, and those white tentacles were still crawling forward, although at a much slower speed. But if this continued, it would eventually crawl onto me. Thinking of the power contained in these tentacles, I seemed to see myself being pierced through by them. At that moment, I didn't care about anything else, turned around and ran into the nearest fork in the road.

  This path was going down, and after running for a while, stairs suddenly appeared. The tomb passage was very narrow, only allowing one person to pass through. I felt the rustling sound behind me following again, and I couldn't help but curse loudly: "Damn your mother!" Then, dragging the child's corpse under my feet, I ran desperately, that child's hand seemed to have grown into my flesh, even though I was running and falling all the way, it still hung motionlessly on my foot.

  I thought to myself that I had cut off its hand for lighting, and this child's corpse would probably rely on me now. Fortunately, it hasn't made a move yet, and hopefully it will stay that way.

  I ran down the narrow corridor, and after just a few steps, I suddenly saw a glimmer of light ahead.

  I suspected that I was seeing things, and after staring hard for a while, I actually saw a familiar figure. I couldn't help but shout out: "Second Uncle!" Upon hearing my voice, a dense cluster of sounds quickly erupted from the front, and then four or five people holding guns emerged from the darkness. Second Uncle's expression was as if he had seen a ghost when he saw me. A moment later, I had already run to their side, and before I could even open my mouth, a loud slap landed on my face, making my head spin.

  I was stunned for a moment, and my whole body went numb. As the saying goes, "Don't hit someone in the face, don't expose their shortcomings." Except when I was a kid and my dad slapped me, who has ever slapped me in the face since then? My head buzzed with anger rising from the bottom of my heart, but before I could say anything, I heard my uncle's furious shout: "Bastard, who let you come here!" This angry shout from my uncle was clearly a sign that he had reached his limit. It had been many years since he last got this angry, and it was still the year I turned 16. My heart skipped a beat, and I reflexively shivered with fear, covering my slapped face. The anger in my heart dissipated instantly, replaced by only fear. I called out softly: "Uncle."

  It was only then that I discovered Second Uncle had been injured, his face covered in bruises and scratches. The four people he had brought with him - three men and one woman - were all battered and bruised. At this moment, they lit a white candle on the ground. Several people who had originally been leaning against the wall got up because of my arrival.

  My second uncle glared at me with a gaze that seemed to spit fire, he didn't spoil me like my third uncle did, letting me do whatever I wanted, and even slapped me in the face but still wasn't satisfied, looking at his iron-like expression, it seemed like he still wanted to beat me up.

  Can I really fight him? If he wants to hit me, I'll have to take it obediently. To avoid physical pain, I covered my face and quickly called out again, "Second Uncle, something is chasing us from behind." At this time, Second Uncle saw the torch in my hand, his expression suddenly changed, and his gaze at me became somewhat sinister for a moment. After a while, he recovered and asked faintly, "What thing?"

  I was just about to say that a big radish was chasing after me, and my heart suddenly skipped a beat because I suddenly realized that the rustling sound had disappeared, which means those tentacles hadn't caught up.

  What's going on? Has the length of that big radish come to an end?

  My second uncle let out a cold snort, looking at the child's corpse hanging from my leg, and said indifferently: "You've got guts, I didn't think you'd be capable of something like this. I really underestimated you before." In the past, I wouldn't have dared to imagine that one day I'd be setting human flesh on fire, with a thousand-year-old corpse hanging from my leg, and still managing to keep a straight face. My second uncle's icy words told me that I had truly provoked him this time, and for a moment, I didn't dare speak up.

  After a while, Second Uncle sat back against the wall, seemingly having come to his senses. He didn't make another move, but instead furrowed his brow and shouted: "Haven't you dealt with what's on your leg yet? How long do you plan on keeping that torch lit?"

  My second uncle's aura is not to be underestimated, my cheek was still burning, and I was startled by his cold drink, and I couldn't help but forget the pain in my leg. I quickly went to pry open the child's hand, and unexpectedly, it fell off with one pry. I looked at the miserable child's corpse, then looked at the torch in my hand, swallowed my saliva, and said to the corpse: "You're already like this, don't think about resurrecting, what I said before is absolutely true, go well." I just wanted to comfort myself psychologically, and then threw the torch onto the corpse. The flames suddenly rose up to a height of one zhang, scorching half of my hair.

  My second uncle heard my words and was even more furious, his face turned iron green. He didn't pay attention to me either, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, meditating. Next to him were a smokeless stove and a small iron pot. It seemed that this group of people actually planned to rest in this stairwell. I found it strange, even if they wanted to take a break, they didn't have to do it in this narrow tomb passage, did they? I originally wanted to ask, but looking at my second uncle's closed eyes and his expression of not wanting to pay attention to me, I could only awkwardly touch my nose and sit down next to him.

  He frowned, looked up at me and said coldly: "Get out of here."

  I know Second Uncle's temper, if you provoke him, even his own son would get a whipping with the horse whip. I didn't dare say another word and hobbled to the side on my lame leg and sat down.

  This exhausting ordeal was enough to suffocate me, and as soon as I sat down, my whole body went limp, with severe pain all over, especially in my feet which were throbbing. Leaning against the wall, I dozed off vaguely, but due to the physical pain, I didn't sleep too deeply, and in a daze, I had a strange dream.

  I was woken up by that kid's corpse in my dream. His pale face smiled at me and said "thank you".