On the hill, two young men dressed as attendants, carrying a tightly wrapped black sheet in their hands, moved step by step on this mountain road full of swampy gas.

A cold cool breeze blew, and one of the men with fat heads and big ears couldn't help but shiver, stopped, and nervously glanced around Sen Ran.

"Hey, big brother, isn't there really anything going on here?"

"Look at your little bit of energy, how can you encounter a ghost here, don't listen to the nonsense of those untouchables in the rat area," another man with a sharp beak sneered and lifted the humanoid object in his hand up with great difficulty.

"But, big brother, when this woman died, her eyes were really terrifying" The fat-headed man's eyes fell on the object in his hand, and his hands trembled slightly.

"What is there to be afraid of" The sharp-mouthed man looked at the tight object wrapped in black cloth, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and let out a sigh.

"Oh, what a pity..."

"It's a pity, it's a pity, what's it?" the fat-headed man was confused by this sentence.

"Are you stupid, of course I'm talking about this woman's death, it's a pity" The stupidity of the sharp-mouthed man's companion arrived, and he stretched out his hand to hit him, but he carried the corpse all the way, and his thin arms were full of a sore tingling.

The fat-headed man laughed twice and said, "Big brother, this woman was indeed very beautiful before she died, but when she died, it was really, too scary." ”

"What's scary! You guy, do you only stare above your neck?"

"Look down there, um... Big brother, this woman's figure is indeed very good, and her weight is very light" The fat-headed man laughed again, walked in front, and inadvertently raised his thick arm, and the weight immediately poured down to the thin man, who looked at his wrinkled arm and swallowed helplessly.

After walking a few more steps, the thin man felt that his arm was a little unbearable, so he proposed to rest for the time being.

The fat-headed man naturally had no objections, but the moment he put the corpse on the ground, he clearly felt that the corpse wrapped in black cloth moved, and he was immediately frightened and sat on the ground, kicking his feet on the mud ground full of weeds, trying to get as far away as possible from the corpse wrapped in black cloth.

"Big brother, this... This woman is still alive! Mom, hell."

The thin man was also taken aback by his frightened scream, and when he came back to his senses, the corpse did not move at all, and instantly became angry, kicked the fat-headed man, and scolded: "You stupid pig, what a fuss, she is obviously dead!"

The fat-headed man was unmoved, and sat on the ground trembling all over, as if he had really seen something terrified.

"Damn, I really shouldn't have gone to the red light street yesterday, my body really can't stand it. After kicking several times, a sense of dizziness came to his heart, the thin man covered his sore waist, and looked at his companion who was sitting on the ground without reacting, sighed helplessly, and found a stone to sit down, but his eyes fell on the corpse wrapped in black cloth.

Suddenly, Luo Daier's gorgeous face and icy and jade body appeared in front of him, and he was wrapped in this black cloth.

The slender man dragged his chin with one hand, recalling the fragrant scene of going to the Spring Tower yesterday, the glamorous young woman was depressed and looking for joy under his crotch, tossing and turning, and gradually, the young woman's face with a hint of withered yellow turned into Luo Daier's pretty cold face, and the slightly wrinkled body became a pair of fair and soft skin.

Just as he was about to explode, another cool breeze blew, and the thin man returned from his fragrant fantasy to reality, and the bean-sized cold sweat slipped down his forehead.

"Bastard, damn it!" The thin man looked at the fat-headed man who fell to the ground again, his face immediately became hideous, and he stepped forward and kicked twice, but his prostration strength could not cause substantial damage to the fat-headed man at all, but only pulled him back from fear, but his mouth still kept shaking.

"Big... Big brother, why don't we bury her now?"

The thin man looked at his honest expression, and he was helpless in his heart, looked around at the nobody, his eyes fell on the tight black cloth, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Forget it, just bury it here, your hands and feet are numb."

After saying that, the two of them dug on the spot, and the shovel they carried with them was inserted into the moist and soft soil, and in a short time, a small pit the size of a single person was dug out.

The thin man wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around again, and whispered to his companion: "You go to the side to control the wind, you are not allowed to approach without my order, do you hear me!"

"Ah, big brother, isn't it okay to bury her directly?" The fat-headed man was confused by this sentence and was very puzzled.

"If you are told to go, you will go!Don't ask so much why!You brainless idiot!" The thin man glared at him fiercely, urging him to leave.

The latter's neck shrunk and he quickly turned to leave.

"Remember what I said, you are not allowed to come without my orders!"

“......”

There was no echo from this conversation, but the thin man couldn't care so much, rubbed his cold palms, and looked at the corpse with a more lewd look.

Tiptoeing to the corpse, the thin man held his breath, gently untied the black cloth that was wrapped in hemp rope, and with the peeling off of the fabric on his face, a fishy smell came, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose and skim his head.

Looking at its face again, the original delicate and pretty face has been replaced by criss-crossing blood stains, and looking down, there is a shocking slender wound on its tender neck, the blood on it has coagulated, and the trachea that has stopped breathing can be seen through the middle.

If Ayton was here, he would have been able to easily tell that these wounds were not caused by any cold weapon, but like a woman's fingernails, scraped out by force...

After a long time, the thin man got used to its fishy smell, and his excited hands reached out to the hemp rope that tied the middle part of it, and after a while, the whole girl's figure was revealed.

He was still wearing the thin white gauze shirt at the auction, a close-fitting white shirt, a white skirt on the lower body, over-the-knee snowflake socks, and a pair of finely carved snow-white mink boots.

Looking at the girl's body, the thin man couldn't help but swallow a big mouthful of saliva, the heat in his eyes became more and more intense, his body was so excited that he couldn't extricate himself, and even the faint pain in his waist disappeared.

Just as the thin man was about to take a closer look, there was a click, and the sound of a branch breaking behind him sounded, which shocked him to ooze a cold sweat on his back, and when he turned around, he saw that the person who came was a companion who had just left.

The slender man instantly became furious and yelled at him, "What are you doing!? If you want to scare people to death, then you! You don't make a sound when you walk, didn't I tell you not to come near if you have nothing to do!?

“... Eldest brother... Look" The fat-headed man didn't react to his shouting, just raised his right hand sluggishly, pointing behind him tremblingly.

"What?" A cool breeze blew behind him, and the slender man suddenly realized that something was wrong, because he had never seen his companion look like that, it was a kind of emotionless, pupils that were extremely dilated, and facial muscles gradually twisted together with fear.

“......”

There was no movement behind him, only gusts of wind blowing, a chill down his spine, and the thin man felt that the pores of his whole body were convulsed with fear, and his head twisted back uncontrollably.

Eye-catching... She is an illusory girl dressed in white, her beautiful face does not have a trace of emotion, like an iceberg that will not melt, only when her blue eyes look directly at herself in the black cloth, will she reveal that trace of sadness.

"It's... This, the ghost... "From the first glance, the slender man recognized the identity of the girl, she was none other than the flower of thorns, the daughter of Sir Lint, Rodelle, who died tragically in the young master's room this evening. At this time, he finally couldn't help but scream, and turned to flee down the mountain.

And his companion, the fat-headed man, was still stunned in place, his thick legs couldn't lift any strength at this time, and he just pleaded in a hoarse voice: "Big brother, big brother, wait for me... I'm so scared."

The slender man did not care about the pleas of his companions, and even pushed him to the ground with a snap as he passed by him, and fled down the mountain as if he were desperate.

Luo Daier didn't look at the slender man who ran away, but the white light flashed, and there was an ice blue thin sword in her hand at some point, and the dense ice blue air flow followed the blade and waved her hand gently.

The slender man who ran out of ten steps immediately turned his head in a different place, and his angry eyes were full of fear, this scene made the fat man instantly lower his body gushed out with a hot current, and the urine was permeated in the chaotic depression shrouded in mist, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground and did not dare to move.

“... See you again."

Just as the obese man was about to wait for death, a long sigh, accompanied by a simple and bland greeting, came into his ears.