Eight miles to the west of Wutong Town, it is a cemetery. Cremation is not compulsory in the town, and most people in the town or nearby villages are buried here when they die.

The first quarter moon hung in the sky, glowing darkly, enveloping the darker graveyard.

The cold wind is slow and slow, and the trees are gusting, even if you are not in it, it is still very infiltrating.

The cemetery has a private planting of poplar trees in a neat arrangement, and when the wind passes through the trees, many yellowish leaves fall to the grave leisurely.

It's early autumn!

In a dark corner of the graveyard, the sound of Suo Suo sounded, unheard by the wind.

This is a new grave that has been buried less than four days ago after someone in town drowned due to a drunken fall into the water, and more than a dozen wreaths are placed around the new grave. I don't know if it was because of the wind or if there were small animals passing by on the grave, the wreath on the grave moved, and slowly, two of the wreaths were removed, and then, a dark blue and somewhat festering hand came out of it......

The moonlight shone through the branches, and the owner of the hand seemed to sense the moonlight shining on his hand, and the faint green smoke on his arm disappeared in the wind, and the hand quickly retracted.

At this time, there were dark clouds rising in the clear night sky, as if they had been driven by a typhoon, and they rushed towards the cemetery. However, when the hand retracted into the grave to avoid the moonlight, the clouds in the sky slowly stopped, and then slowly dispersed.

The night sky is still the same as before, the moonstring. Xinglang, the wind is slight.

After a long time, Sisso's voice returned, much quieter than before, almost silent.

The hand reached out again, as if it had eyes, and avoided the little moonlight cast from between the branches by means of a wreath.

If someone looks from the front of this hand, they will see that there is a hole the size of a football in the place where the grave is close to the ground, and there are faint pairs of eyes looking out in the hole, the eyes are dull, not at all like the eyes of normal people, they may want to come out, but they are hesitating about something!

After a while, he looked close to the entrance of the cave, stretched out his blue, festering hand, reached out to the place where it was not covered by the moonlight, took the bamboo handle of the wreath, and inserted the wreath into the grave to block the moonlight, and then repeated the same action until the moonlight near the entrance of the cave was completely blocked.

When the "people" in the cave did this, they seemed to be extremely careful, like cowardly thieves, for fear that they would encounter some sudden accidents.

He leaned back and slowly emerged from the small hole, while one hand took the wreath again to keep the moonlight from falling on him. The other hand was clinging to his chest, holding something that he didn't know what it was, and it didn't move a single inch because of the movement of his body.

There was no expression on his face, and his eyes were also expressionless, so he couldn't tell what he was thinking at the moment. When he came out of the grave completely, he had several wreaths folded on his back to block the moonlight, a bit like a martial artist singing a big drama on the stage.

He carefully avoided the traces of the moonlight on the ground and walked to the edge of the graveyard, and then stood in the shadow without a trace of moonlight, and looked at the road twenty or thirty meters away, and remained motionless.

He was wearing black clothes and pants, black leather shoes, and his clothes and shoes looked very new, only slightly wrinkled, obviously a shroud. There was still a little dirt stuck to his body, and he didn't care about anything else, quietly looking at the road that led to nowhere.

If anyone is in the vicinity, they will smell an extremely disgusting stench emanating from him.

Even though it was autumn and the temperature at night was low, he knew very well that his body was inevitably starting to fester, and of course, he didn't care.

No dead person cares what happens to their bodies!

What's more, this body is not "his", but only temporarily borrowed.

The real one is just a virtual "person", or just a soul. He has his own "dwelling", which is the strange rectangular thing in his hand, which he relies on to save his life, as long as he lives there, he can perfectly avoid the prying eyes of the heavens.

Borrowing a corpse would put him at great risk, a risk that would make him go up in smoke. But he had to borrow the dead body, because he had to wait for someone.

With his abilities, it was very simple to enter the body of a living person, and it was easier to find the person he was looking for, but he didn't dare. After all, living people have their own consciousness, and even if a small hypnosis or illusion can solve it, he will not dare to.

He knew very well that as long as he hid even a trace of hands and feet on a living person, he would be immediately discovered by the heavenly machine, and the heavenly thunder would make his soul fly away, leaving no trace.

Once then, his hundred-hundred-year wait is meaningless!

Standing in the shade of the gloomy tree, he tilted his head slightly, his dull gaze seemed to penetrate this side of the world, looking through the distant night sky, and muttered: "Four hundred years ago, you let me go through the heavens and go through the Lone Star Tribulation, I didn't expect to be able to get out of your control." ”

The slightly festered face had a stiff expression, and the corners of his mouth rose vigorously to make a mocking expression, but it looked even more hideous and terrifying, "Since you are enjoying this, I am not afraid to be a chess piece again, and accompany the Tiansha Lone Star you designated to go again." ”

Yes, the person he is waiting for is a little guy who is destined to be a lone star, a boy who is destined to live to be less than twenty years old, like all the pawns of "Lone Star Life".

Estimating the time when Lone Star's life was about to be triggered, he carefully deduced the approximate range of the "new" Heavenly Scare Lone Star, and it was not until some time ago that he calculated that the Lone Star was in Wutong Town.

As the "senior" of the Heavenly Demon Lone Star who escaped the catastrophe and is unique in ten thousand, he has his own unique ability, but in order to survive, he does not dare to use this ability on the parasitic host, because it is a very dangerous thing.

He raised his right hand and looked at the thing he had been holding in his hand, and he didn't look away for a long time, probably a little hesitant.

The thing in his hand was very peculiar, rectangular, just the palm of his hand was large, and there was a light bulb-like thing at the front end, which seemed to have a point of light swimming slowly. He brought the strange object closer to the "heart", and the light in the light bulb was slightly brighter.

Then, without warning, the body collapsed, and at the same time, a scattered ray of light shot out of the light bulb, barely visible in the dark corner. The light is short, and at the end is a vague illusion.

A shadow of a man!

"It's more comfortable to stay in your own home. The old voice muttered to himself, and the figure swayed in the darkness, "As long as I am in the void state, you will never want to find me, hehe......"

He stayed here for half a month, and he also inspected the Heavenly Wrinkle Lone Star he was looking for for half a month. Every day, he would watch another chess piece like himself go back and forth on this road "without knowing whether he was alive or dead", completely unaware of the consciousness that he would be hunted down to death by some people in a short time.

When he saw the indifferent expression of the eighteen-nine-year-old guy when he went out early and returned late every day, if he hadn't risked being struck by lightning and deduced that this person was the Heavenly Evil Lone Star, he wondered if he had seen the wrong person.

"If I can make this guy disgust them, it's not worth taking a risk. If you can help him live past the age of twenty, see how you end up then!"

The figure in the graveyard looked at the teenager from a distance and sighed slightly, "Isn't he yet eighteen years old? The chess pieces haven't been activated yet?Do you care if I approach you and cause you to be hunted by the demon hunters in advance......?"

The figure chuckled, then turned his gaze to the teenager who was getting closer and closer, and said to himself, "Take a risk today, just to fulfill you." As for whether you can live past the age of 20, it depends on your creation! If your life is not good, I will not be able to hide for another hundred years. ”

The corpse stood again, avoiding the moonlight, to the bend in the road, which was closest to the path that Yunyi had taken. He knew very well that as long as he left the corpse and could not stay in his "hut", there would definitely be a catastrophe, and all he had to do was to make sure that he was not discovered by the above, let alone killed by the catastrophe.

Of course, it's very dangerous! But he has no choice, he doesn't want to wait another hundred years!

The festering hand quickly swung out, leaving behind a disgusting smell. When the object in his hand flashed out, the corpse fell again......