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Zuo Zhiming could clearly feel that something was crawling up his legs along his storehouse. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With such a light weight, he couldn't imagine what it was. And this thing is still slowly crawling on top of him......

And from this thing pressing on his leg, it was as if a cold and cold hand stretched out, rubbing against his bare back. That feeling is like eating a piece of 10,000-year-old ice in the 39th lunar month, and it is cold to the heart.

His teeth began to chatter involuntarily, and cold sweat slowly broke out from the tip of his nose in an instant. …… At this time, as long as a little more stimulation is added, it is possible to make him completely collapse!

Zuo Zhiming did not completely give up resistance, one of his hands stretched out tremblingly in the darkness in front of him as if grasping at a life-saving straw. Fortunately, the turnaround happened again......

There is light~! His hand seemed to pass through a thin layer of empty earth, bringing a faint glow to his colleagues, and he could feel the majestic wind blowing through the skin on the back of his hand.

It's saved~!

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Wail~! Wail~! Wail~!

The crows of crows weaved over the grave, but no crows flew through the sky. Maybe it's just because of the protective color on their bodies that they can't be seen by the naked eye......

In the sky, a dark cloud drifted from afar, brutally covering the bright moon in the sky, as if not wanting other creatures to share and bathe in the soft moonlight, accompanied by a gust of gloomy wind blowing between the graves.

Although this cemetery cannot be said to be a mass grave, you can also feel the sadness that emanates from this cemetery.

No matter what happened in life, no matter whether it was rich or poor, whether it was strong or weak, peerless beauty, or unparalleled overlord, after death, it was inevitable to turn into a mound of loess, forever silent in this cold land, only the cold tombstones, still showing that they once existed.

The cemetery is not neat, and the tombstones are messily erected on the hillside. Come to think of it, it is by no means the kind of ancient tomb or famous tomb that can hide legendary figures. And at the edge of the cemetery, a tombstone that looks like something new has been erected. In front of the tomb, there are also some burnt paper ashes that hover and flutter in front of the tombstones with the night breeze.

In front of the tomb, a tall locust tree has lush branches and leaves, swaying gently with the breeze, as if recalling the lost glory of those graves. Drops of dew gently slipped down the locust leaves like tears, as if telling some kind of sadness in the past.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A pale palm protrudes from the soft soil in front of the grave, followed by another...... The palms of both hands grabbed the ground hard, pulling their owners out little by little.

The mud-stained arms and back gently shook off the clay, revealing the hideous wound on the back that almost ran from the shoulder to the hip. A pale and bloodless face that seemed to be overly frightened looked around.

"Where is this? Am I saved......"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the tall tombstone next to him. It's just that the sky is so dark that he can't even read the words on the stele that is close at hand.

Cemetery? Where is the cemetery?

Illuminated by the faint starlight in the sky, Zuo Zhiming suddenly felt groggy in his head, as if he had forgotten a lot of things. Forget where you are, forget that you're a Global Darkness player, and why you're here. I even forgot how I managed to get out......

Click~,Click~...... With a sound of suffeured footsteps, accompanied by the sound of crutches tapping the ground, a low old man wearing a black cloak and crutches slowly approached Zuo Zhiming along a stone road.

"There is a way to live and there is a way to die. Why do you have to climb out when you're dead? Is it really that good to be a half-dead, non-human and non-ghost thing? A hoarse, gruff voice came from the old man hanging low in the shadow of his cloak, but no expression on his face could be seen.

"Who? Who are you talking to? …… Could it be with me?! ”

Zuo Zhiming sat on the ground and looked left and right, but he couldn't see anyone, so he pointed to his nose and asked.

"There is only one living dead here. Isn't it talking to you, is it talking to the ghost in your lap? The cloaked old man pointed at Zuo Zhiming's leg, which was still half-buried in the soil, with a cane, and laughed in a hoarse voice.

What the~? Ghosts~!

Only then did Zuo Zhiming notice that his ordinary body was still buried in the ground.

He immediately ignored the strange old man's words, and pulled his hands on the ground. Boer~! Like a champagne lid, Zuo Zhiming was brought down by the inertia of his own strength and lay on his back on the ground. The mud-covered wound on his back collapsed again, and the burning pain made his brain go blank.

But he didn't care about the injuries on his body for the time being, and craned his neck to look at his legs, which were already a little numb......

Click~~!

Just then, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the ground for a few seconds. Zuo Zhiming finally saw what the white, fluttering thing that hugged his legs was there......

The black hair that covered the real face, the white clothes stained with blood, the pale skin, and the curly fingernails...... A round pupil could be seen through the gap in her hair. There are a lot of whites in the pupils, and the black eyeballs make people feel cold. Yes, her image is one of the scariest ghosts we have ever seen in a movie - Sadako!

The biting cold spread upwards vigorously, and Zuo Zhiming felt that he had been frozen into ice. That's fear that goes deep into the marrow! Sadako has always been the female ghost he feared the most since he was a child.,There's no one.。

"Help, help...... Help, save me. ”

Zuo Zhiming's eyes, which had already lost focus a little, looked at the old man hanging low in the cloak. His tongue was so frightened that he even said the word "cry for help" for a long time. But the low old man under the cloak didn't seem to be moved.

His withered old hands pressed the cane at his feet, and sneered hehehe~~: "Since you are not dead, you should die again obediently." Why are you asking me for help? ”

"What? What didn't die out? Zuo Zhiming felt that his head was about to crash. It's okay if this old man doesn't help, and he still says some upside-down things like crazy, is it something unclean?

Click~!

From the dark clouds, another silver-white lightning suddenly crossed the sky, bringing out a ray of bright light. This glimmer of light crossed in front of the tombstone beside him, and the crooked words on it were clearly reflected.

Zuo Zhiming suddenly turned around as if he had a sense again. Read out the words on it word by word: "Zuo Zhiming's tomb, the anonymous man stands at will!" …… I, I'm really dead?! ”

Another wave of cold wave hit, Zuo Zhiming felt that his lungs were filled with ice water mixture, and the air he breathed was zero degree cold air.

"Boom~~, you finally understand. But you don't have to be sad. Because, I can lend you my life for the time being. As long as you sell your soul to me......" The cloaked old man reached out and pressed the cloak, and approached Zuo Zhiming with a strange smile.

"Lend it to me? A man has only one life, and if you lend me your life, won't you die too? Zuo Zhiming shook his head with a wry smile, as if he had given up the idea of survival.

"Don't worry about ......"

As the "old man's" face approached Zuo Zhiming's face, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky again, illuminating the face under the cloak transparently. A pair of golden cat eyes, gray hair on the face, and shiny whiskers on both sides...... Where is this person, is it clearly a wild cat with a cloak and hat all the time!

“…… Because I have nine lives. Meow~~~! (To be continued.) )