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Dilapidated houses, ruined courtyards, old alleys. The withered brown leaves, without aura, are at the mercy of the wind, and in the dark sky, the withered leaves are like butterflies, flying and circling, and then falling. The old and quaint gray houses, the breeze "squeaks" through the wire transfers, and some strange people have miserable wails, which come from a symphony from all directions. Every now and then, some strange shadows float through the dilapidated streets.

The sound of slow, heavy footsteps, from far to near, awakened the spirits of the undead who inhabited the area.

They stuck their heads out of the dusty old and incomplete wooden windows, or through the walls. The real scene is particularly weird and terrifying. It makes people think of things like "Midnight Horror".

In the distance, through some vague fog, I saw in a trance that it was a girl's figure. When I got closer, I saw her wearing a silver-white gold-rimmed robe. He has long dark blue hair that is as enchanting and deep as the night. Like a painter's pencil, with a few strokes, he draws the outline of his uncertain face. It seems to be veiled, just like a person in a dream, looking at each other across the water, exuding an intoxicating atmosphere. A pair of tired eyes reflected her eyes that were anxious and worried, but tried her best to hide them.

A white shawl that matches the skin, embellished with gold trim, is joined by wide sleeves. The gorgeous dark blue hair, naturally and loosely, hung down and rested on the cold ground without pity.

An elf with lilac wings lifted her hair from the ground again. After a while, he was sweating. After all, he's only the size of a palm. He had short, dark purple hair that stood up like a hedgehog, and was wine-like with a light sheen. The hair on the sides of the pointed and small ears is longer than elsewhere. Behind the human body, in addition to a pair of beautiful lilac wings, there is also a lion's tail. The tail is also tied with a dark red bow. (～^?? -^~Moe~^?-^~)

If you look closely, he has a pair of blood-red eyes, like a stream, clear to the bottom. In the small mouth, there are two small thin and sharp tiger teeth, quiet and cute. It's like what people often call cute pets.

At the end of the old alley, there seemed to be a gate with thousands of layers of rust swaying in the wind. The sound of "squeaking" mixed with all kinds of ghost chirpings from all directions, from this ruined alley, came into the ears of Scattered and Chenche.

Chenche was startled, and the fear that struck the sky poured into his body like flowing water, forcing him to tense every nerve. With each step forward, he had the illusion that he was closer to death. A shadow enveloped him, deepening his fear, his vest was cold, he always felt that there was someone behind him, and when he turned back, he found nothing.

Those undead who were awakened, after hearing the harsh sound, invariably showed a frightened look, and in an instant, disappeared.

In the bleak old alley, a sharp scream came out, breaking the usually unusually quiet "Lonely Alley".

I saw Chen Che throw away his scattered hair, holding his head, lying on top of his scattered head with his tail between his legs, his small body kept trembling, and his scattered gorgeous hair dragged on the gray-black stone brick paved road, and his fingers were covered with dust.

"Your Highness, here...... Where is this......" Chen Che was so frightened that he couldn't say a complete sentence. He had been flying with his hair for five days and five nights before, but now he was tired and afraid! Along the way, there were undead everywhere, and this two-meter-wide alley seemed to have no end. Every now and then, this voice is heard, and the fear is not only not diminished by listening to it many times, but is more real. And she, not only was not affected, but became unscrupulous. Probably because of the different abilities!

"This is, Lonely Alley. I didn't see her lips moving, but I heard her voice coming from the hollow valley in all directions, and entered Chenche's ears. Her voice echoed like a knock on a rock, as soft as cotton.

The "Lonely Alley" is full of undead spirits. Legend has it that when you enter the alley of loneliness, you can no longer get out. Day after day, year after year, you can't get to the end of the alley. Until the end of his life, he turned into the undead here.

In Chenche's mind, a story that his grandfather had told him as a child appeared. Thinking of the time spent hurrying before, Chenche's face turned into pale pages in an instant.