If you want to sleep, just sleep. www.biquge.info A voice seemed to be speaking to me, and I fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long I slept, but someone shook me so hard that it seemed like I woke up again.

A handsome young man stood in front of me, pulled me by the shoulders and said, "Wake up, you will catch a cold if you fall asleep here." ”

"You, who are you?" I asked hesitantly, and his smile was pure, like a ray of sunshine that would light up.

"Get out of here." This time, his smile was a little strange, and he lowered his head slightly, but this time I could see clearly that his body seemed to be a little stiff, and his voice was hollow.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked slowly into the distance.

I stumbled to my feet and stared sharply ahead.

Where are the back mountains around these four areas, they are simply cemeteries.

Not far away, an old woman stood in front of a tombstone, waving to me from afar, and for some reason, my body involuntarily walked towards him, completely forgetting that I was a spirit sealer.

With every step, I felt a cool breath hit my chest and stopped.

There was a buzz in my head, and I felt that the whole person was awake.

Suddenly, my back was cold, and I had goosebumps all over my body, and I grew so big, even the ghosts in Fengling Villa had never been rampant here.

The young man who had just appeared in front of me didn't seem to notice all this.

"Hey, where are you going?"

I didn't know his name, so I could only shout like this, but he ignored me at all, and continued to lower his head, stiffening and leaning towards the old woman not far away.

In a hurry, I rushed up and grabbed his hand, and the moment I touched his palm, I felt that his hand was cold and cold, and there was no temperature at all, just like a dead man's hand, so cold that I immediately took my hand back.

As a member of the Soul Sealing Family, I definitely know what kind of temperature the hands of dead people are, and since I was a child, I have also been exposed to handling all kinds of corpses, and since I started training at a young age, I especially remember what it was like to be like.

Ghosts have the breath of ghosts, demons have the breath of demons, and people naturally have the breath of people, but if a person does not even have the breath of a person, and there is no breath of a ghost, then this must be a walking dead.

I can feel that the guy in front of me is in that state of no popularity and no ghost, no, no, there seems to be a trace of popularity in him, other than that, I can't feel anything else at all, all in all, there must be something greasy here.

As I pondered, the old woman in the distance seemed to be close to me, and I didn't want to reveal my identity as a spirit sealer so quickly, but wanted to see what she wanted to do.

She elongated her face strangely, smiled coldly at us, and slowly stretched out a pair of white sensen's old hands, constantly calling us.

I remember this, my mother often trained me to recover, ghost hand conjuring, as long as a person who has a little less concentration, once he is summoned by the ghost hand, he will be fixed all over, there is no consciousness of his own at all, what it wants you to do, you will do.

Slowly, I imitated the appearance of the young man, squinted my eyes slightly, stretched out my palm, and walked over slowly, feeling that my acting skills were really good at this time.