Deep in the Living

Chapter 318 Desire
A simple stove made of stones, a rough handmade round table, benches and various cabinets.

It was just like a human home environment, making Rody wonder if he had come to some remote rural area instead of being in the territory of a villain.

The light source is the candles lit on the round table.

In addition to candles,
There were also leftovers on top, not raw food, but meat that had been flame-roasted or even simply processed, as well as black vegetables.

“This is not an illusion like the Umbilical Harbor, this is real.

Is the living environment of the evil play really similar to that of humans... However, if you think about it carefully, it should be so. The hell creatures of the evil play are brains. They should be the race that likes to use their brains the most in the real hell and develop advanced intelligence the earliest.

The real hell has a high degree of biological similarity with the human world.
This kind of demon that tends to develop a more brain-oriented mind should have a similar development to human civilization, rather than being as extreme and primitive as the Spine People and Tumor People. "

Rody reached out and touched the leftovers. A little residual warmth was transmitted back to his fingers, making him alert and a little excited at the same time. Perhaps he would be able to break the state of being without a brain soon.

"Not even a knife? How did this guy cook? Did he tear the food with his hands, or did he leave the knife somewhere else?"

The search of the stove area yielded no results, so Roddy could only look to other parts of the cabin.

There were no partitions like bedroom, living room, and kitchen here, all areas were connected. Rody quickly came to the bed on one side of the house. Although the bedding was stained, it was neatly folded at the end of the bed.

Additionally, there is a wooden wardrobe.

"Do you have any clothes? Perfect."

Rody, who crawled out from the pile of corpses, was naked all the way. Although he didn't feel any cold, he felt uncomfortable.

Moreover, some things on the body need to be fixed with clothes, otherwise once exercising or fighting, it will affect the center of gravity and even make it easy for the opponent to hit the vital points.

When I opened the wardrobe, a foul smell of corpse hit my nose.

This kind of smell was not unfamiliar to Rody. After all, he was a frequent visitor to the cemetery when he was in high school and often dug graves. His home was often filled with similar smells.

"The bodies piled up at the end of the road, was this the guy who did it? Is this guy some kind of corpse disposer?"

After rummaging through the closet for a while, Roddy actually found clothes that he liked.

A relatively clean set of close-fitting cloth was worn inside, and a black leather coat stained with a little corpse filth was worn outside, which perfectly restored the style of a murderer.

"By the way, could it be that the owner of this house had gone out before I arrived, to move other corpses into the forest?

It shouldn't be possible. This kind of wooden house can be easily ignited by flames. He has obviously lived here for a long time, and he would definitely extinguish the candle if he went out.

Still here?"

Perhaps due to the comfort brought by the close-fitting clothing, Rody's search became more careful, and he found that the sound was a little different when he stepped on a certain floor.

After bending over and checking carefully, I found the secret door leading to the basement.

Rody did not rush to open it, but put his ear against the surface of the wooden door to listen as much as possible to the situation below. He heard a faint sound, but it was very small and far away, so he could not tell what it was.

The secret door was then inspected in detail to confirm the smoothness of its door hinges and that there were no mechanisms installed inside.

Opens slowly and makes almost no sound.

A smell emanated from the secret door that had just been opened. It was the familiar smell of the cemetery, and it was very strong.

Not only that,

As the secret door opened, the sound from the basement became much clearer, but it was still far away and was a regular banging sound.

Boom! Boom! Boom! It keeps on going.

Rody tried to keep his footsteps as quiet as possible, stepped down the stairs and walked downstairs. He used his arms in his hands as weapons, ready to swing at any time.

When we arrived at the basement, we still couldn't see any living people.

The basement is even larger than the wooden house above and is divided into two areas.

Rody is currently in an area where waste is piled up. All kinds of garbage picked up from nowhere, waste wood boards, wine barrels, etc. are piled up here.

There is also a compartment deep inside, with candlelight shining from inside.

The continuous banging sound also came from inside.

"You really don't give me any weapons, not even a prop that can barely be used as a weapon. The wooden boards here are all rotten wood, and they will break completely if touched.

It seems that taking away a corpse's arm in advance was the right choice. 』

Moving towards the compartment deeper in the room where fire was coming out, the noise of collision became louder and stranger, as if something was smashed to pieces.

Come to the door,

Rody's body was almost stuck to the cold outer wall. He quietly poked his head out and peered into the house with his black and white vision. The strange scene made Rody clench the "broken limb" in his hand.

A candle lamp hangs from the top.
A muddy shovel was thrown on the ground.

The tool rack was leaning against the wall, on which were placed a number of props related to corpse excavation.

A man wearing only a coarse cloth shirt and his lower body wrapped in underwear was facing away from the door, banging his head against the wall. From the sound, it was obvious that the wall had been broken.

You can see blood mixed with some substance flowing down the wall. It is not red, but a black liquid mixed with white spots.

Not only that,

This "tool room"-like cubicle also had the same phrase written all over the wall in blood:

≮When will this end? ≯

Just when Rody wanted to further explore whether there were any items on the tool rack that could be used as weapons... bang! The sound of hitting the wall suddenly stopped.

The owner of the cabin suddenly turned his head and looked towards the door of the compartment.

Although he saw nothing, he quickly picked up the shovel on the ground, suddenly accelerated, and rushed out in a stiff and uncoordinated movement.

But there was still nothing outside, and the dark basement remained the same, as if it was just his illusion.

But...whoosh~
Nostrils sniffing.

His nose seemed to be quite sensitive, especially for the corpses he dealt with every day. He immediately smelled a smell that did not belong to the basement, and he was sure that the other party was standing at the door.

"Corpse...corpse..."

He kept repeating this word and began to search the basement. During this time, liquid mixed with brain matter kept dripping from the broken forehead.

When he searched the area where miscellaneous items were piled, he found that the area in the corner where wine barrels were piled had been covered with thatch at some point, and there was a slight smell of corpse wafting out of it.

"Corpse..."

He suddenly accelerated forward and swung the shovel in his hand at the same time.

boom!
The force was so great that it smashed all the piled up empty wine barrels, and it also seemed to break some bones.

Bend down,

Lift the thatch.

There was no body among the broken wine barrels; only an arm of the corpse was smashed to pieces.

at this time.

A figure quickly attacked from behind him, scattering silver light.

Behead!

Swish~ A rusty knife that looked like it had not been used for a long time cut into the neck about halfway, but failed to cut through the cervical vertebrae.

"Is this body... so weak?"

Rody quickly pulled out the rusty knife he had found from the tool rack, and quickly stepped back to distance himself. He thought he could kill the enemy with one strike, but he only cut the neck in half.

So weak and so unfit.

in front of you,

The owner of the wooden house, whose neck was cut in half, has turned around. No blood has flowed from the wound on his neck. It seems that he himself has been assimilated in the process of digging up the corpse and turned into something related to the corpse.

Or maybe he was transformed from a corpse.

The positive image of the cabin owner fits the identity of someone associated with the cemetery very well.

His eyes were replaced by a kind of graveyard moss, which densely filled the eye sockets and had earthworms crawling in and out of it.

The skull had been completely shattered in the previous collision with the wall, and the pale, almost dead brain inside could be clearly seen.

Even the brain seems to have no activity at all, and even has a moldy feeling.

But when Rody saw the brain,
That strong urge came again.
The incomparable desire to obtain spread wildly in the body, as if countless earthworms were drilling in and out of every pore of the skin, unable to stop.

Just as his attention was drawn to his brain, a powerful shovel hit him in the face.

(End of this chapter)