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With sharp eyes and quick hands, Zhong Yi sideways avoided a black shadow, and then kicked something with his legs up, kicking something flying out fiercely.

Zhong Yi's back was straight, and his back was full of murderous aura ready to go.

Another black shadow came straight towards Wang Xiaoming's left hand with the whistling wind. Lu Xiaolu was standing behind Wang Xiaoming's right, and he reacted very quickly. He picked up his backpack and smashed it, although he didn't throw it away like Zhong Yi , but also blocked for Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming was surprised and suspicious: "What is this thing?!"

"How would I know!" Lu Xiaolu broke down and retched.

Wang Xiaoming thought that these shadows were animals like dogs or monkeys before, but now that they stopped, the three of them were shocked to find that these were actually several blood-red babies!

Lu Xiaolu went crazy: "What are these! They look like..."

Wang Xiaoming also wanted to throw up: "Are they baby spirits?!"

The three of Wang Xiaoming are young and young, and they haven't even had a few girlfriends, let alone their understanding of babies. In Wang Xiaoming's impression, children should be as white, fat and soft as in milk powder advertisements. These wrinkled and thin things can barely be said to have a human shape, but they don't look like normal children no matter what!

"It's not baby spirits, they have entities." Zhong Yi took a few steps back and leaned against Wang Xiaoming and Lu Xiaolu.

Their masks work only on ghosts, not corporeal living things—or unidentified creatures.

The three blood-red babies lay on the ground and approached them on all fours. Wang Xiaoming even saw a circle of unreasonably sharp fangs in their open mouths.

They seemed to be carrying something like fetal blood, and when they crawled towards them, they left behind a few dark bloodstains.

Zhong Yi's face behind the mask was ugly.

Lu Xiaolu didn't know these things, and Wang Xiaoming didn't quite understand them either—only he knew what it was.

These things are not normal babies, but they are not baby spirits who died of resentment before they were born.

They are fetuses that are real—was real.

They have been conceived normally by the mother, but when they are about to be born, they are forcibly separated from the mother and become blood fetuses that will not grow up or die.

Zhong Yi had only heard of the existence of this kind of thing in rumors. Usually, the secret and cruel steps needed to refine a blood fetus can change the color of the most tough people.

And at this moment, three of them appeared in front of him.

Could it be that he lost his eye?That wealthy businessman surnamed Gu actually has such a skill?

Are these three blood fetuses not the only ones in that iron building?

The blood fetuses were crawling on the ground, their eyes half-opened, only the huge red pupils in their eyes could be seen, without the whites of their eyes.

They seemed to be afraid of both Zhong Yi and Wang Xiaoming's folding sticks equipped with canopy rulers. They failed to succeed in the first blow, and gradually began to surround them.

Zhong Yi and Wang Xiaoming tacitly put Lu Xiaolu in between, and confronted them vigilantly.

Lu Xiaolu held up a fruit knife that they had bought at the canteen to steal sugarcane before, and posed in a Bruce Lee pose, but Wang Xiaoming, who was leaning on him, felt that even his buttocks were stiff.

The blood fetuses also seemed to know that Lu Xiaolu might be a breakthrough, one of them suddenly flew up and rushed straight towards Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi dodged sideways, and another eyed blood fetus ran towards Wang Xiaoming with its mouth full of sharp teeth.

Wang Xiaoming clench his teeth to block it violently, just in time to send the folding stick into the mouth of the blood fetus, and suddenly he felt a numbness in his palm, and the fangs of the blood fetus actually stuck the folding stick tightly as if cast in steel.

Wang Xiaoming imitated Zhong Yi's movements and wanted to shake off the bloody fetus, but unexpectedly its teeth seemed to be embedded in the folding stick, no matter how Wang Xiaoming shook the folding stick, he would not let go.

As soon as Wang Xiaoming moved, a hole appeared around Lu Xiaolu - this is the moment the last bloody fetus was waiting for!

Lu Xiaolu yelled, and at the moment when the leaping blood fetus rushed towards his neck, he lowered his body, took half a horse gait, turned around and dodged, and the backpack on his back was bitten by the blood fetus.

One blow failed, and the bloody fetus on the backpack jumped forward, trying to bite the back of Lu Xiaolu's neck.

But this effort of dodging and biting was enough for Zhong Yi to react - Lu Xiaolu only felt the wind tighten around his cheek, and saw the bloody fetus flying out.

At this time, Zhong Yi has a cruel hand that does not match his age, and there is no energy left in these few blows. Wang Xiaoming saw that the places where several bloody fetuses were kicked were already bruised, and one that was kicked twice in a row was almost dead. It broke in two.

"Can't they be killed?" Wang Xiaoming asked in surprise.

Zhong Yi frowned: "Go in."

Although a few blood fetuses will not die, they will rot.

After being hit by Zhong Yi a few times, he was almost crushed, struggling and twitching on the ground.

"...where to go?" Wang Xiaoming said.

Zhong Yi led the way directly with actions.

"You're crazy!" Wang Xiaoming went crazy: "These things just came out of the iron building! Who knows how many more there are!"

"The two women also went in just now." Zhong Yi said: "These things jumped out because they didn't want us to go in."

It was strange to say that while they were tossing around outside the building, the iron building had been unusually quiet, as if everything had nothing to do with it.

But when Zhong Yi pushed open the heavy looking iron door, the squirming bloody tires on the ground began to bounce wildly. Although they no longer had the strength to jump and jump, they still looked creepy.

The inside of the iron building looked the same as the outside, without any light source, and it was as dark as the night before the rainstorm.

As soon as Wang Xiaoming entered the building, he felt difficult to breathe. He was about to lift the mask, but he heard Lu Xiaolu retching again. When he saw it, he found that he was hurriedly putting the mask back on.

"Don't pick it." Lu Xiaolu said in a suffocating voice, "It's so fishy that I'm going to spit out the overnight meal."

Without his reminding, Wang Xiaoming also felt it—they almost walked into an airtight slaughterhouse, the air was damp and heavy, and masks were actually useless in the lingering bloody smell.

But contrary to the heavy bloody smell, the iron building was extremely clean, and there was no bloody scene as they had expected.

The iron building has five floors from the outside, but in fact there are only three floors. There is nothing outside the huge iron vat.

"Empty." Zhong Yi stepped forward and looked at the iron tank.

Lu Xiaolu turned on the flashlight and looked for the surrounding walls.

"There's something on the wall." Lu Xiaolu said, "I'll go, this is a mural... Are there any murals painted on the iron wall?"

Wang Xiaoming also went over to look at it and found that the techniques of those murals were quite common. The first one showed two rows of people sitting with various things in front of them, as if they were at a party; A group of people kneeled on the ground, as if they were kneeling and toasting; but the third picture was a bit strange, everyone was lying on the ground.

There are only three murals, but there are four walls, the fourth wall is empty, and there is a staircase leading upstairs beside the wall.

Zhong Yi was still at the front, and when he was about to climb up the stairs, Wang Xiaoming suddenly felt a chill behind his ears.

Lu Xiaolu raised his hand to stab, the sugarcane knife flashed a light in such a dim place, maybe it hit the teeth of the blood fetus, and made a piercing scratching sound.

A bloody fetus was thrown heavily onto the iron cylinder in the center of the hall, making a strange muffled sound.

"The outsiders came in?!" Wang Xiaoming's first reaction was to look at the gate.

"It should be lurking here all the time." Zhong Yi said in a deep voice.

The previous blood fetus rushed out of the iron building, so it is not surprising that there are still in the building.

Coupled with the lack of light in the iron building, a blood fetus that was not much bigger than a cat was lying in the dark just now. As long as it does not make a sound, it is really hard to detect for a while.

The three of Wang Xiaoming had to be very careful and walked upstairs slowly.

The more he went up, the more uncomfortable Wang Xiaoming felt.

He had such a strong feeling that he had to restrain himself desperately to run without turning around.

The same is true for Lu Xiaolu next to him—maybe Lu Xiaolu himself didn't realize it, he let out a heavy panting sound, stuffed in the mask, and he stood out even more in the quiet iron building.

It's like some kind of pervert on TV... Wang Xiaoming thought bitterly.

But when he stepped on the last flight of stairs, his smile stopped immediately.

At the end of the stairs on the second floor is a corridor - visible from the outside.There is a room in the corridor, which is full of people.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned.

A group of naked women stood in the room, motionless, like flesh-colored stakes nailed to the ground.

They are not ghosts or ghosts. Under the light of the flashlight, Wang Xiaoming can even see their breasts rising and falling slightly under the messy long hair.

But other than that, they didn't show any signs of being alive—even the eyeballs seemed to be frozen in mercury, giving people a creepy look of death.

Even Zhong Yi was stunned.

This is probably the most time the three of them have seen women's bodies in their lives, but the scene in front of them is not at all charming because of the lifelessness of these women, and it is rather bewildering.

These women didn't go crazy like those bloody fetuses and rushed towards them. In fact, they didn't react at all to the arrival of the three uninvited guests.

Zhong Yi raised his hand to take a photo, and those women avoided the light as if they were frightened, and squeezed into the corner of the room.

Lu Xiaolu let out a gasp.

As the women avoided, the previously invisible depths of the room were revealed, and they saw two women lying on the ground.

Wang Xiaoming's scalp exploded, and he took a step back in shock.

The women on the ground seemed to be startled by the light, shrank, but still didn't stand up - because they couldn't move at all.

The stomachs of the two women were swollen, and the belly was almost transparent. It was obvious that they were pregnant women who were about to give birth.

But how could there be pregnant women in such a place?

Lu Xiaolu said in horror: "Why... are you moving...?"

As if responding to his words, the stomachs of the two women slowly wriggled, as if something was impatiently trying to break out of the cocoon.

Zhong Yi clenched his soft whip tightly, and the three of them fell silent.

No one spoke, but everyone seemed to understand where the bloody fetus outside the door and downstairs came from.

These women are undoubtedly still alive, but they seem to have lost their souls, numbly avoiding the light, Zhong Yi removed the flashlight: "Let's go."

Wang Xiaoming's lips trembled a little: "Inside...?"

Zhong Yi was silent for a moment: "Above."

"Their bellies..." Wang Xiaoming got stuck halfway through his words.

A feeling of great misery overwhelmed him, and he could barely stand.

These women are like the living dead now, but before they came to this iron building, their lives might be as fresh as any ordinary person.

But now it has become like this, staying naked in the cave, and may be pregnant with blood—are they still conscious?Or is it the same as those blood fetuses, although the body still exists, but it is no longer a person?

"They won't make any moves for the time being." Zhong Yi's tone was as firm as iron: "Let's go first."