The village of the living dead? What do you mean? Why is my sister holding this plaque in her hand?

I don't understand why my sister is holding this plaque, and I can't understand who made such a big deal to beat my sister to death.

At this moment, endless anger consumed my soul, and a strong desire for revenge occupied my brain.

Don't let me find out who killed my sister, or I'll let him ...... Life is better than death.

I was stroking my sister's messy hair with tears streaming down my eyes.

In the past, she loved being beautiful and clean.

Every day before going out to work, she will carefully comb her hair in front of the mirror and dress up. The mirror, which she had picked up, was broken and unshaped, but she treated it like a treasure.

Now she is wearing a short white dress full of sludge, and shocking scars are branded on her originally white thighs. I shuddered and reached out with my hands, and my fingertips slid from the instep of her feet, little by little, against the trend, and the feeling of potholes, like many*, exploded on the flat and smooth road, very uncomfortable.

Eventually, my hand rested on my sister's waist.

Because, the bones in her waist are gone.

I suddenly panicked, groped a few times on my sister's waist, and a touch of panic gradually appeared on my face, and a deep furrow was raised on my brow, "How is it possible?" How is this possible? I muttered quietly.

The bones on my sister's waist, without a single scar, disappeared out of thin air. How is this possible? It's weird, it's weird.

I continued to grope around my sister's body, trying to find some useful clues, because my gut told me that my sister's death was not as simple as being beaten to death.

Touching and touching, my hands couldn't help but move towards my sister's first scale, it stands to reason that it is taboo to touch some parts of the dead, not to mention that she is still my sister.

But her place was like a black hole with a lot of suction, guiding my hands there.

"Huh? How is it a little hard? It's getting hotter and hotter. "In order to show my noble sentiments, I scratched it a few times with my eyes closed, but the feeling was not the same as in many books, it was extremely soft, on the contrary, it was comparable to the hardness of diamond, and it was hard to grasp, and it was not comfortable at all.

I feel deeply deceived.

Besides, the temperature in my sister's place is getting higher and higher, and I vouch for my personality that I have definitely not been holding on there for more than three seconds, and I feel like I am in a hurry.

The sharp pain forced me to jerk my hand back, and at the same time, I saw my sister's cold smoke coming from there, accompanied by a "hissing" sound.

I was startled, and then I stared at the two trembling palms, which were also smoking, but I could clearly see that there was something black wriggling in the palms.

Gradually, the thing became clear, a mess of things drawn, like runes, and it looked disgusting.

I wanted to take my eyes off and stop looking at something so disgusting, but this strange rune, as if possessed by magic, tugged at my eyelids, and I stared at the rune in my palm for a long time.

Finally, I understood. It sketched my sister's eyes, a smiling, blood-colored eye, and it scared my scalp tingling, and I crawled back and forth.

"Ouch." It may have been that I climbed too quickly, didn't pay attention to the back, and hit my head against the wall.

The back of his head hurts so much.

But I don't have the leisure to care about the sharp pain in the back of my head right now, because there are two blood-red nails, yes, you read that right, blood-red nails, not hands, and they are slowly gliding across my neck.

I sat on the floor with my back against the wall and watched the nail slide across my neck and stagnate at my Adam's apple, immobilizing.

The process of waiting for death was so hard that I could only swallow my saliva to ease the fear in my heart, beads of sweat pouring from my temples, slowly sliding across the side of my face, dripping on the blood-red nails, and then evaporating.

The blood-red nails sat in my Adam's apple for two or three seconds, as if they were playing with my dying plaything with great interest. In the blink of an eye, it moved, and the blood-red nails dug deep into my Adam's apple.

"Ah......h

Nima, I'm the hell.

But after a while, the pain in my neck didn't tickle my pain nerves. Then a flash of trance flashed in my eyes, and everything was back to normal. The two blood-red nails were gone, the strange rune pages in my palm were gone, and my sister lay peacefully in my eyes.

Silence, deathly silence all around.

It's weird, what just happened is really weird.

If all I see is caused by my hallucinations, that's fine, but what if it's not hallucinations? I think I'm in for a big deal.

Treading ......

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps.

As soon as I looked up, my ears immediately pricked up, and I listened intently, lest I miss the slightest sound. My gaze wandered around, carefully observing every nook and cranny, hoping to find some place where the wind was blowing.

However, the more you focus on something, the more you expect it to appear, the more it will play hide and seek with you.

I searched for a short time, and my brain gradually moved from the original nervousness to relaxation, but just as I sighed, a slight "whirring" sound directly shocked my heart to my throat.

Behind, the voice came from behind.

I gasped a few times and pondered in my heart for three seconds, then suddenly I looked back and shouted, "Who? ”

A girl in white floated in the darkest corner of the room, she stood in a very clever position, if I hadn't taken a few steps forward just now, if the source of the "whirring" sound was not where the girl was standing, then I would never have seen her.

The girl was dressed in an ill-fitting silk garment that covered her legs and hands, and even her face was obscured by a tuft of long black hair, so that I could not see her face clearly.

However, I know who she is? Isn't she just ...... My sister? Even though she covered her body, she took care of me for ten years, a whole ten years, and I wouldn't feel it?

At this moment, I forgot the time, forgot the place, forgot a breath, only my sister in my mind, ten years of her care for me bit by bit like a slide broadcast, I walked to her in a daze, with a smile on the corner of my mouth, I don't know whether it is an excited smile or a happy smile, "Sister, sister, yes, is it you?" I asked, shocked, as I moved my steps.

The girl was silent, but I could clearly see that her body trembled slightly.

I moved to my sister after a lot of difficulty, tears fell from my eyes, and then I yelled "sister" and threw my hands at her.

I was going to hold her tight, that's the only thing I thought about right now, but my hands, clawed through her body, and I slammed my head against the wall behind her......