A corpse that was once on display now appears alive in front of them. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info They finally recognized me.

The words of Iron Heart and his companion attracted the attention of many people, and now the people who were on the street stopped and someone asked, "What corpse?" ”

"The corpse!"

Some people still have a hard time; But some people began to panic, and they had frightened expressions on their faces, presumably a little scared. The guy who was pulling me down now looked at me with wide eyes and pointed at me and shouted, "It's him!" That's him! ”

I don't want to pay attention to them. Now I just want to get out of here.

After I tried to escape, the men went into action. They didn't come to arrest me right away, but quickly fled from me, forming an encirclement. Now there are many people gathered behind me, and it is a little unrealistic to turn around and leave, and I will turn my eyes to Zhou Xiaojian's home; It seems that I can only move forward.

But I'm not familiar with the city at all; I don't know where to run. I don't know where I'm staying.

I stepped forward, and those who were gathered in front of me stepped back; The few people who had fallen to the ground crawled to the side in panic.

Looks like they're scared of me a little more.

I'm finally a little relieved. It doesn't matter if it was a corpse before, but now people's expressions can tell me that I can walk sideways at this moment. But what's next?

I have to say that these mortals, who don't know for what purpose, have kept me and Roze on display as exhibits for so long; Maybe because of these two exhibits, we can attract a lot of tourists?

Don't they know that this behavior is a harm in itself to us? Maybe no one would respect two dead people at all, right?

Maybe they used to be in front of us, or pose for pictures next to us, and make a V-sign of victory; And now these poor fellows are all scared, and seeing me is like seeing a ghost.

I hurried forward, and almost no one dared to stand in my way, and people retreated; But suddenly a stick came out of me and tripped under my feet. If I hadn't reacted fast enough, the trip would have caused me to fall to the ground; The man was a tall man from the shop next to him, and his cold sticking out of his stick was too sinister.

My feet suddenly lifted up, stepped over the stick, and then turned to glare at him angrily. He was stunned for a moment, then simply launched a fierce attack and shouted, "Catch him!" Alarm! ”

Call your mother's police!

I felt a wave of anger in my heart about this guy, and as soon as I reached out, I grabbed him by the collar. This guy is tall and big, but his body is surprisingly light; Or maybe he's not really an entity, just a ghost; Or maybe I'm too strong.

But I didn't want to think about these things anymore, so I pulled him over and glared at him fiercely.

He exclaimed, "What the hell is this! ”

Perhaps he should ask himself what the hell he is. He didn't know the truth at this time. It's not so much that I'm like a ghost in front of them, it's that they're like a ghost in front of me.

I continue to have a sense of unreality. Maybe it's just a world of ghosts, and all these people around me are ghosts, otherwise how can it seem like there is no quality?

Is it just that they have blood in their bodies? Is it that with a knife, their bodies are like those mortals who are harvested in the small world, there is no blood?

The right hand is outstretched, and the nails are a little long and sharp. It looks a bit like a claw. In order to confirm the thought in his heart, a handful was torn into his arm.

I could almost imagine the feeling of the nail getting into the flesh, it must have just been pierced, and no blood was coming out; But I felt a warmth; His arm was scratched by my claw, and it was actually bleeding warm.

He couldn't stop screaming, and the stick in his hand fell to the ground; And I couldn't help but be stunned. It looks like these are real people.

Not sure whether to be surprised or disappointed, I threw him to the ground and walked away quickly.

Some of the people who couldn't dodge were bumped by me, and they fell to the ground, and then I stepped over them.

Perhaps this is the true meaning of the resurrection. There's no one here who can stop me; The Ghost King needs me at this time?

But I don't know these people at all, and I have no grudge or grudge against them; Some relationships are just that they recognize me and are afraid of me; Perhaps they can only rest assured if I am re-sealed and put on display there; Or maybe they won't be reassured and will kill me.

If their ultimate wish is only for me to die, then how do I choose? Did you really choose to kill them all? They look like just helpless ordinary people, and I'm tired of endless slaughter.

The street lights are somewhat bright; The people in front of me couldn't figure out what was going on, they just saw me rushing by, and one guy asked loudly, "Brother, what's going on over there?" Why are there so many people? Still so noisy? ”

I just said to him lightly: "There are people fighting over there, there is nothing to see." ”

"Huh? Fight? ”

People were immediately interested, and although I told them that it wasn't pretty, they must have thought it was "very pretty", so they ran in reverse. And the guys behind me obviously want to look at me twice, so some of them who are not afraid of death want to catch up with me, or they just want to look at me from afar.

These two streams of people are going in each other's way, blocking each other's way, and I don't want to see what kind of communication will happen between them. And as the crowd increases, and the noise gets louder and louder, although there are many voices, and some people shout loudly, but in this noisy sound, it is impossible to hear what they are shouting; So the farther I went, the more curious the people I met, and the more they ran behind me to see the excitement.

Not many people noticed me as the source of the bustle, and the focus of attention became the bustle itself.

Leaving the street, I finally felt a little quiet. In front of me is a relatively dim alley. It's a familiar scene. I wonder if one or two ruthless characters will suddenly appear and stab me in the back?

I don't know if it's a bit neurotic. It was just the sound of police car sirens in the distance that made me suddenly feel a little nervous. Maybe it's not a good time for me to find a place to hide.

On both sides are just ordinary residential buildings, and almost all the windows are lit; And there is a third-floor window that has no light. It's not the time to go to sleep, so I can tell that there shouldn't be anyone in the house. It's just that I didn't ****, and I couldn't sneak into that house secretly. So I felt a little disappointed.

Just as I wanted to step forward, there was a bent old man beside me, who was holding a flashlight in his hand and was illuminating the road in front of him, walking slowly step by step, and suddenly noticed me, so the light pillar of the flashlight shone towards me. This sudden pillar of light made it a little difficult for me to get used to it; However, the old man asked lightly: "Situ Wugong?" ”

I couldn't help but be stunned.

It was as if I had heard it somewhere. And the fact that this guy actually knew about Situ Wugong was enough to surprise me; What's even more surprising is that he actually thinks of me as Situ Wugong? Maybe it's because when I was on display before, the sign standing next to me said "Situ Wugong"?

"Who?" I looked at him, but he was hidden behind the pillar of light, I couldn't really see it, but I could see that it was an old man, bent over like a shrimp, and I could see that he should be older.

"Heh, so you're here, sir?" As if to dispel my worries, he shone the pillar of light on his own face, and I saw an old face. This old face should have really been seen. Only then did I remember that he was the old monster over a hundred years old that Zhou Xiaojian had encountered in his childhood.

I didn't think he was dead yet.

If you really meet a "peer" here, maybe he is the only one besides Luo Ze.

I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart for no reason. He had been waiting for his lord to come back, but after his lord came back, he didn't seem to look for him.

"I'm Zhang Liang."

"Oh, I always thought you were Situ Wugong. Go upstairs, if someone sees you, they'll probably just try to kill you. He turned and walked slowly upstairs.

I couldn't help but follow him upstairs. It was dark in the corridor, and the light of the flashlight kept illuminating his path, and he asked lightly, "What's going on with that noisy over there?" ”

"Grab the body."

"That corpse, what a name. What about the master? ”

"I don't know, I didn't see him, I heard that I went to run errands."

"I knew he was going to come back. It was his city before, and it will always be his city. ”

Sure enough, I came to the third floor. He walked in first. I'm still a little hesitant. The main thing is that I can't see what kind of mind he is thinking in his heart. I haven't met a few good people because of the good guys

And he didn't seem to be wary of me at all. As an old monster over a hundred years old, he would not be so wary of me unless he wanted to find death. Apparently he didn't want to die yet, otherwise how could he have been there for so long? If you wanted to die, you would have jumped off the building and died.

I can't help but think that he might be a bit like the old man waiting to die on the rooftop. Are they of the same mind? Do you just want to see it? Look at this apocalyptic scenario?

Could it be that in the so-called real world now, the end may come at any time? Yes, because the Ghost King died in the attack of the demons outside the sky. And only a few people knew that he was dead. Did he resurrect me to deal with all this?

What am I for?

The lights were turned on inside the house, and there was a rotten smell inside, as if the house had not been inhabited for a long time; It's like it's just dead people living here.

I could almost see the dust drifting through the air, so obvious. He turned to me and smiled, his teeth yellowing out of his mouth, and the shadow on his face looked like a hundred-year-old corpse crawling out of a coffin.

"There's never been a guest coming, so that's how my house is, I won't mind, right?"

Before I entered the door, I was taken aback, because in the living room of his house, there was a coffin, and next to the coffin there were four chairs, as if the coffin was used as a table; As soon as I stepped in, I was even more surprised.

There is no TV cabinet and no other cabinets. In addition to the coffin that served as a table, there was another coffin against the wall in the living room, with some photos on it, which looked relatively old.

I noticed one of them, which was a bit larger than the others, and the light reflected a little on the mirror surface of the frame, but I could still see the person on it.

It was two young men, one was Roze, and the other was Situ Wugong—or the same me I remember during the first round of harvest.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

Because I have a serious question in mind: who am I now?