The familiar voice froze me, and then quickly turned around and ran towards my mother's house.

Although I don't know what role that dilapidated house can play in the current situation, the Immortal Boy will not be without purpose, so I will do whatever he says.

But as soon as he ran, he heard him say again: "Leave me here." It's coming at me, you can go over it yourself. ”

I didn't stop and kept running.

Just kidding, he made his body like this in order to save me, a fairy-like person, and now he can't even walk, how could I leave him.

But it didn't take long for me to notice something was wrong.

My mom's house wasn't far from where I was, a few minutes at most, but I felt like I couldn't get close to it no matter how much I ran.

I ran for at least two or three minutes, and it was always at that distance, and my steps were getting heavier and heavier.

I don't know if it's because of my foot injury or because the ground is too soft after the rain, I feel like stepping on cotton with every step, soft and sticky, so the young man in my arms is getting heavier and heavier.

He lost consciousness again after he had finished talking to me, and it made me feel anxious again from his awakening.

So even if I sensed something was wrong, I could only grit my teeth and continue to run desperately, and I had no choice but to do so.

But after I had been running for about a minute or two, I stumbled and a sudden pain came from my feet and I almost fell to the ground.

It was a pain that came out of my bones, as if my toes were cracked open at that moment, and I was breathless for a while.

It's easy to get over, and every step that follows becomes extremely difficult.

I don't know what's wrong with my foot, after all, my leg is hurting, but it's my toe that hurts the most.

Ten fingers to heart, I thought about Hans Christian Andersen's Little Mermaid as I ran, and he said that every step was like walking on the tip of a knife.

That's where I'm now.

Worse still, the pain can spread.

Initially it is the big toe, after a few minutes to the instep, and after a few minutes to the ankle.

I was sweating from pain, and I could barely hold on to the small weight of the Underworld's skeleton, but my mother's house was still not far away from the beginning.

It's a distance that can never be reached, and it's desperate to look at.

I was sore and tired, and I struggled to walk.

And the Immortal didn't wake up again to give me any instructions, so I didn't even dare to look back except to keep running forward.

I don't know how far away that woman is from me at this point and what she's doing.

In fact, I could barely feel her presence except for the coldness, but I knew that she was always behind me, following me unhurriedly, like the fear in a nightmare that I couldn't shake off no matter how much I ran.

Nightmare......

Suddenly, I realized that my condition was indeed very similar to that of the nightmare now.

No matter how much you run, you can't reach the finish line, and your whole body is like being filled with lead, cold and heavy, so you have to use all your strength every step you take.

The only difference is that it doesn't hurt in the dream.

And now not only my feet, but even my calves are starting to hurt.

This pain is completely different from the pain of the previous wound. The stinging pain that came out of the bones, as if something was gnawing hard with thin teeth inside, and it went all the way up the nerves to the lower abdomen.

For a moment, I wanted to stop and pull up my pants to see what was wrong with my legs.

But just as I was about to do this, I suddenly felt a chill on my back, and then I felt something tingle on my right shoulder and slowly slide down.

Like the sudden tactile sensation on the back, it was cold, even colder.

I subconsciously looked down, and then my shoulders stiffened.

It was pitch black with long hair.

Unlike my hair, it's very dark, but it's also very dry.

At first glance, it looked like a handful of hay, but it was like life, trembling slightly on my shoulders that were heaving as I ran.

I know what that means.

My scalp was tingling, and I didn't dare to look up the hair.

But my shadow in the moonlight had told me what kind of situation I was in at this time.

The woman who was a few dozen meters behind me a few minutes ago is behind me at the moment.

Holding the crying dead baby in both hands, her slender neck clinging to me, her long hair swaying over my right shoulder.

"Ask you......" The woman suddenly spoke as she meowed.

The hoarse voice was like the cold wind around me, and it drilled into my ears intermittently:

"Have you ever met a person...... A man ......"

Before she could finish speaking, she whimpered and began to cry, almost exactly like the baby:

"You see him...... Tell him...... I'm in pain......"

I was stunned for half a second, then ran forward like crazy.

But no matter how I ran, this woman clung to me in this strange and stiff posture, like a shadow.

I was so chilled and creepy by her that I could barely reach my legs.

But then the tingling pain in my leg bones and lower abdomen made me wake up suddenly.

Immediately struggling to pick up speed, I kept running as fast as I could.

But the more I ran, the more wrong it became, and I felt that the ground under my feet seemed to become softer, soft like a cold huge mouth, slowly sucking me down.

The pain in my lower abdomen was even worse, and I could barely straighten my waist, let alone hold my arms firmly.

But he still didn't move.

Cold, motionless, like a real skeleton.

I was scared and anxious, I just felt that there was a liquid in my eyes, and I really shouted that the sky should not work, and the earth did not work.

But I can't cry, crying doesn't serve any fart, my feet hurt like they were rotten, but I had to run hard.

But how to run, my mother's house is still at that distance, and it looks at me quietly at night, as quiet as a funeral song.

"It hurts......"

The woman's voice behind me pierced my eardrums again, and like a cold hand, it gently scratched my back against my body:

"It's painful......"

I don't know if it was a delusion, or whatever, but at that moment my stomach hurt even more.

Together with the pain in the bones of my legs and feet, I gasped for breath.

Then, suddenly, a warm liquid slid down the base of my leg.

Moist and sticky.

I didn't care, and I didn't have time to care, because at that moment, with a low exclamation behind me, I suddenly realized that the house in front of me was close to me.

And the two legs, which were originally as stiff as lead, suddenly loosened, and my whole body rushed forward several steps at once almost like flying!

This discovery made me stunned for half a second, and then immediately ignored everything and continued to rush forward with all my might.

I don't know where the strength came from, even though my body hurt to this extent, I still ran like a rabbit that had only taken a stimulant.

Sure enough, human potential is unlimited, how much can be stimulated, just look at how bad the situation is.

It wasn't until I stepped into the door of my mother's house that I fell on the mossy brick floor, and I was still in a trance like a dream.

It's just that the former is a nightmare, and the latter is a dream of victory.

I never imagined that I would be able to escape from Ms. Du's control in a possessed state.

But the excitement of escaping death was only for a short moment, and then, after a sigh of relief, the loss caused by the force made my whole body seem to die all at once.

Both legs hurt so much that they didn't look like they were part of my body.

So I couldn't get up, so I could only curl up in place with the skeleton in my arms, shivering uncontrollably.

At that moment, a cold wind blew through the door.

The cold air was close to the soles of my feet, and a faint red shadow flashed, and I quickly tightened my legs when I noticed this, and then there was a bang, and the dilapidated door was blown by the wind, and suddenly closed automatically as if it were alive, isolating the figure from the door.

The room fell silent for a moment, as if the wind outside was also cut off, and the only sound was my heavy gasp.

At this time, Fang Jue's lower abdomen was swollen again, followed by a faint flow of heat that slipped out between his legs.

I froze, then closed my eyes.

Suddenly I realized what kind of luck and strength had just released me from Ms. Du and the circle that I couldn't get out of no matter what.

It turned out that it was my menstrual period.

I smelled the faint smell of blood in the air, and even though my legs hurt and broke out in a cold sweat, I couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

Laughing and laughing, the corners of my mouth suddenly froze, and I looked into my arms with a little trepidation.

The young man who had been held tightly by me from beginning to end, half reclining on the ground at this time, slowly sat up.

I subconsciously let go of my hand and let him sit up straight.

Xu had been unconscious for too long, his posture was a little stiff, his slender arm bones stretched in the night, and the friction between the bones made a kerala sound.

This action caused a glow of light on his bones, which had been stained black with my blood.

But I soon found out that it wasn't what I thought it was.

It wasn't the friction between his bones that made his bones glow, but the ground under the touch of his fingers.

The moss-covered brick floor, the moment I entered the door, I thought it was the reflection of the dew at night, but when I looked back at it, I realized that it was the light emitted by the moss itself.

It was a pale blue-purple glow, the same color as the green orchid in front of my father's grave.

But I've been to this house twice before, and each time I didn't notice anything special about the moss, only this time, for some reason, they had this out-of-phase.

Before I could think about it, I was completely distracted by the changes they had given to the Underworld.

The light spread along the fingers of the young man to every inch of his body, and even in his eye holes, it seemed to flow out of the 'gaze'.

I subconsciously looked at him with that gaze faintly, and after a moment I snapped back to my senses, sat up hurriedly, and pressed my legs together.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

My face flushed.

I didn't know how to answer for a while, so I hugged my knees and shook my head.

Seeing this, he was silent for a moment, then reached out and pulled a dead leaf from the weeds that had been squeezed out of the cracks in the bricks, and threw it at me: "Mistaken." ”

As soon as it fell on me, the dead leaf turned into a shawl, and before I could react, he tore off a dead leaf again.

This time, he didn't throw it directly at me, but put it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it.

A fire erupted in the palm of his hand, and the flames quickly turned the dead leaf into a gray mass.

Just as I was subconsciously looking at the mass of things, he handed it to me.

I looked into his palm, and my face burned again.

I really didn't expect that this ancient skeleton who had been trapped in the well of Hades for an unknown number of years actually knew about sanitary pads.

Although it is made of dead leaves, the appearance really looks no different from Sophie, and even the touch of pinching it in the hand is the same.

When I reached out and took it, I felt like the tips of my ears were about to burn, but reason still made me realistically ask, "Is it clean?"

"The fire has burned. ”

Inexplicably, I believed him, took the tampons and shawls he had turned into leaves, got up slowly in pain, and walked into the stove room across the door.

After a few moments, limping out of the 'skirt' tied with a shawl, I found that the Dead Boy had regained his human appearance.

I don't know what it was, but he recovered so quickly, he was leaning on the ground at the door with his back to me, scribbling something with his fingers.

Seeing this, I was stunned, forgot the original embarrassment for a while, and sat down behind him trembling against the wall: "Have you recovered?"

I also wanted to ask him why he asked me to come here before.

Could it be that he already knew that the female ghost would not be able to enter?

But such a small dilapidated house, even a mouse can't stop it, how can he stop the female ghost who can even hurt him?

Before I had time to ask all kinds of questions, the young man suddenly raised his hand and made a silent gesture towards me.

As soon as I swallowed the unspoken words back into my stomach, I suddenly heard a rustling sound on the ground, and subconsciously looked down, and saw that the original glowing blue light on the moss everywhere suddenly seemed like a piece of flowing water, scrambling to break away from the tiny leaves on the moss, with a small noise, rushing towards the marks that the young man had just smeared in front of the door.

From this, the blurry scratches are clearly outlined-

'All appearances are false, and if you see things that are not appearances, you can see them as they are. ’

As soon as I finished reading the lines one by one, I suddenly had a violent shock above my head and under my feet, which made me stumble involuntarily.

A sharp pain radiated from the soles of my feet, and my eyes turned black.

I didn't wait to slow down, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that everything in front of me made my mind blank for a while.

In that concussion, every inch of the house changed.

The corridor has become a corridor, the stove has become an ear room, and the guest hall has become a corpse hall with only a lone stone coffin.

Where is this house, it is clearly a huge tomb that I don't know how many years it has been built.