Chapter 7 The Big-Eyed Boy (I)(18)
Until there was a moan in the mouth beneath the horrible, godless eyes, “Hmm….”
I felt my legs were soft, and I stepped back a few steps, almost falling from the floor into the hole to the first floor. I leaned against the wall and shuddered unconsciously.
Mr. Herman seemed to have heard the gloomy moan too. He looked back and saw my face pale and trembling. He asked, “What’s wrong?”
I looked at the body, the old man was still staring at the ceiling, which looked very strange and terrible. I couldn’t help trembling, “the corpse…corpse moves!”
“Bullshit!” Mr. Herman ran to the body with two fingers resting on his carotid artery. A few seconds later, Mr. Herman shouted, “He’s not dead, save him to the hospital.”