Feng Chenglin is also suffering from the whole body: "how long have you been locked up?"
"I don't know Two or three years
"How much?" Wind into the forest lost its voice.
“…… Maybe two or three years, because it's too dark here, there's no day or night, so I'm not very clear... "
"Why not? Don't you know how often they give you meals
Even if it is a day to send, it should also be calculated out!
"Food delivery?" The man suddenly hehe smile: "have you ever seen the dead eat?"
This gloomy underground, the environment of the dead everywhere, the man's appearance of no man or ghost, the gloomy smile, laughing wind into the forest, back hair cold.
"No You're not a dead man. Don't you have to eat? Have you not eaten in these two or three years? "
What did Feng Chenglin think of when he spoke? He could not help looking at the dead people around him -
this guy can't live on these dead people in recent years?!
For example - eating dead human flesh?!
He was disgusted by his heavy taste idea. His stomach was full of nausea.
"I said The dead don't have to eat! " The man sighed again.
Wind into the forest brain tonic - eat the dead!
Thinking about the picture, he couldn't help retching.
"What's the matter with you?" The man made a gesture to get up.
"Don't come here!" Feng Chenglin quickly raised his hand and pressed down the man, but also forced to suppress the bottom of his heart: "I It's ok It's OK! "
The man sat down indignantly and said with an embarrassed smile, "you Don't be afraid of me. Although I am dead, I'm different from those dead people! "
"You are different Dead people are not like you Feng Chenglin puffed up his chest and tried to catch a breath: "you..."