The evil ghost walked on the single-plank bridge as if it were walking on the ground, and when he looked closely, he said, hey, she had four cat's paws.

Compared to the demon, I can't move faster than a snail. Hehe, I'm really Too young, too simple, how can I break it when I encounter an open player? urgent, online, etc......

To my depression, the second and third demons stepped onto the bridge, and the bridge creaked sharply, sounding like it was about to reach the point of its load.

Fall and fall into a meatloaf.

Or be caught by a hungry ghost and die even worse.

The lesser of two evils.

I pinched my tense leg twice, and with a single blow of my feet, I ran wildly towards the opposite side.

The canoe shook violently, and every time he landed, he stepped on the line of death.

The roar behind me shook the sky, and several evil spirits fought together on the single-plank bridge, holding each other back, but they didn't rush to chase me.

In their eyes, I was a little flying insect trapped in a spider's web, already in a bag, but the other spiders that prey on me were even more tricky.

The outbreak ran with all his might, and really threw those evil spirits away, and the cliff opposite didn't look so far away, and I couldn't help but feel that victory was in sight.

Seeing that there were still about 10 meters left from the opposite cliff, and the roar of the demon was getting farther and farther away, my tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and I looked back behind me, my legs were weak, and I almost fell straight down.

A large, flat face almost pressed against the back of my neck, its mouth wide open, revealing a mouthful of sharp black teeth, drooling like a closed faucet.

I don't know how it bypassed the other demons and quietly chased after it.

When it saw me turn around, it opened its claws and pounced, and its big mouth bit down with a snort.

I jumped up in a panic, and I only knew how to run forward, and I couldn't care about my feet anymore.

8m, 5m, 3m......

One last step.

My left foot tripped over my right foot, and I lost my center of gravity and planted my head down.

As expected, I really stumbled, Assi!

I reached out and scratched in the air, trying to save myself.

The demon's long tongue curled up at my waist, and with all my might, I made a sideways turn in the air—yes, a standard dive—narrowly avoiding it.

The demon is a dead brain, and his tongue can't catch me, so he simply jumps down and lunges at me.

It's over, the master not only has to break into a meatloaf, but also has to pad the back of this disgusting thing, Tainyima is miserable. I closed my eyes in despair.

The evil ghost screamed and fell, and there was a lot of unwillingness in the cry.

Unwillingly, because it fell, but I didn't.

A hand grabbed my hand.

The hand was cold, even stiff, but it was a human hand.

I was grabbed by that hand and hung on the edge of the cliff, the screams of the hungry ghosts getting farther and farther away.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a face that was both strange and familiar.

It was a face that I would normally only see in the mirror, and it took a few seconds to recognize that it was me.

It's a very strange feeling, when you see someone who looks exactly like you, your first reaction is "it's really like", but the subtle expression on his face, the angle of his gestures, and the way you move make you gradually convinced that "this is me", and then you will have doubts: So, who am I?

He just pulled me, but he didn't mean to drag me up, with a confused look on his face, obviously, the two of us have the same mental activity at the moment.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I ...... I think you'll have to ask our mom about it. I replied cautiously, for fear that he would change his mind and let go.

"Who am I?" he seemed to ask me, and seemed to mumble to himself.

"Dude, can you drag me up first, and then we'll talk about philosophy. ”

The hand he had grabbed was sweating and slowly sliding down, and I tried to climb up the other hand, and my foot began to kick on the cliff, trying to find a point of focus to support the weight of my body, but I failed.

His appearance gave me infinite hope, and his sluggish and rigid attitude gradually cooled the hope, which is really bubbling!

What kind of world is this? At the critical moment, I can't even rely on myself!

"Who are you?" he asked again.

Me: "......"

"Who am I?"

"Who are you?"

……

The grabbed hand was so stiff that I could barely feel it, and in a great panic, my brain went blank.

In a few seconds I will fall off a cliff, shattered to pieces, and my physiological snot and tears will rush out like a flood, and my face must be very wonderful.

I tried to adjust my mind and open my mouth to answer him, but I couldn't make any sound at all.

What a heroic death of generosity and righteousness, when I was dying, I found out that I was a small citizen of the fly camp and dogs, doing nothing when I was alive, and I could not leave anything when I died.

There was only one thought: in a few seconds, I would be dead.

The great sorrow made me stiff and almost faint.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is waiting for death.

My hand finally slipped out of his, and he yelled in despair, "Who am I? Who are you?"

This roar, like a cuckoo crying blood, actually has a sense of empowerment.

"I am you, and you are me!"

This sentence blurted out entirely by impression.

It dawned on him, and a resolute and warm smile appeared on his face.

He leapt after me, and I waved my arms in the air, with only one thought in my mind: get closer to him, get closer.

Finally, he took my hand again, and I was encircled in his arms. At that moment, it was as warm as spring, as if I was back in my mother's womb, and I was no longer afraid of death.

"It turned out to be you, it turned out to be you. He whispered in my ear.

I closed my eyes, the sound of the wind in my ears became quieter and quieter, and I felt as if I had fallen into the sea, and I had been floating on the sea for ten days and ten nights, and every bone hurt from exertion.

I don't know when he's gone, and I have to open my eyes to see where he is, but the movement of lifting my eyelids gives me a splitting headache.

Eventually, I endured the pain and propped up a small slit in my eyelids.

The dim street lights pierced my eyes with tears.

After a long time, the eyes finally focused.

The first thing I saw was Wang Xianren, who reached out and stuffed a pill into my mouth, the pill was sweet, and there was a faint mint flavor, refreshing.

"How's it going?" Cao Cao leaned over and asked.

I blinked my eyes in response, Wang Xianren wiped the sweat on his head and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's finally rejuvenated, it's okay, just rest for two days." ”

Hades said curiously: "I didn't expect that there would be a master like you in the mortal world. ”

Wang Xianren's eyebrows fluttered and said, "Hehe, you have won the prize." ”

Hades asked again, "What did you just give him the pill?"

Wang Xianren smiled, "I gave him chewing gum, so that the smell of the dead will not smoke us." ”

Damn! You're dead! Your whole family is dead! I endured the pain and rolled my eyes at Wang Xianren. That's probably the strongest attack I've ever been able to wield right now.