Chapter 1117: Human Leather Channel (2)

"Ha ha--"
Yang Zimei smiled, knowing that this was the case.
Huo Wenhua can mix up to this position today, naturally has his insight and courage.
Kill him, he will not miss this adventure today.
"Let me come first!"
Xiao Qianmai jumped down with a short step, then jumped up very excitedly, "Ripples, come soon, so comfortable, and flexible!"
Ripples also jumped down.
A child and a fox bounced on those people's skins, making Yang Zi's eyes frown.
These two guys, this is human skin, not a toy city!
Helpless, she had to step down.
Indeed, if you ignore these roads that are cruelly paved with human skin, this treading feels really good, just like stepping on the cloud.
Huo Wenhua also boldly stretched his feet.
He turned the flashlight's light to the dimst.
This can make him unable to see the skin of his feet.
If you can't see clearly, you can deceive yourself. Imagine that you are just stepping on those cowhide rafts, pinching the peach card on your neck, and following Yang Zimei's step forward.
Yang Zimei has night vision ability, and cannot be dimmed like Huo Wenhua, so he can't see anything clearly.
She can clearly see the situation on the ground.
Every step I take, I feel very guilty.
As she walked, she chanted overexposure.
However, this human skin channel was unexpectedly free of any grudges, and no ghost was floating.
Perhaps these people were transported here as human skins after being killed elsewhere, so the grievances did not follow.
After walking about twenty meters, the human skin passageway ended.
"Sister, there is a dead man here!"
Xiao Qian shouted at a corner.
Yang Zimei looked along what he pointed ...
I saw a stone wall beside me, leaning halfway on a person.
This man was stuck in the chest with a wooden stick, which should have passed through his chest and nailed him.
Seeing his costume and dress, he was actually from the Qing Dynasty, with a braid on his head, wearing a flag uniform, and bowed his face.
Yang Zimei took out Mo Xiejian and gently picked the stick on his chest.
Maybe it's too long, and the wooden sticks have long rotted.
She touched it and it fell apart naturally.
The man's clothes fell to the ground with her sword wind, revealing the man's naked body.
Fortunately, there may be special air here to prevent the human skin channel. Therefore, the skin of the deceased was not rotten, and the flesh was okay, except that there was a large black hole in the chest where the stick was pierced.
"Sister, he has a peach card too!"
Xiao Qian's eyes shouted.
Sure enough, a mahogany sign hung on his drooping neck.
Yang Zimei's sword trembled, tore off the rope with the peach card, and reached out to hold the peach card in his hand.
Sure enough, it was a piece of peach wood she wanted to collect. It really broke the iron shoes and found nowhere. It didn't take much effort!
Who knows, as soon as she took the peach-wood card, the dead man suddenly fell to the ground, and then saw the muscles decay at the speed of the naked eye, and finally turned into a pile of white bones on the ground.
Yang Zimei looked puzzledly at the peach card in his hand.
Does this person stay so rotless for so many years, not because of the air here, but because the Taomu brand is keeping fresh?
Huo Wenhua saw a good-looking corpse rot in front of his eyes as if watching a science fiction movie, and finally turned into bones, and almost vomited again.