It was dark, only a little light could be seen where my phone had hit, and the gloomy air smelled of rancidity.

There were four or five coffins parked in the lobby, which were already in tatters, and the black-red paint had fallen off a lot, revealing the original color of wood.

Some of the coffin lids have been turned into wooden boards.

I didn't have the courage to look at the dead bodies in the coffins, so I could only look around, and there was a bowl of rice in front of each coffin, and the rice was completely moldy and turned black and green in color.

The chopsticks that were originally inserted vertically on the rice fell to the ground crookedly. I wonder why those animals don't eat and gnaw at the dead bodies in their coffins.

Ye Siming found a vacant land, and as soon as I saw that I had spent the night here, I really didn't want to be cautious, and I was full of cold.

I glanced at the coffin, and quickly walked over to Ye Siming and sat down, afraid that some zombie would jump out of the coffin and pinch me.

In fact, the wind here may not be much lighter than the outside of the house, and the gray-black sky can be seen almost completely on the roof without a few tiles, and the wind blows in like that.

But at least there are no bugs here, in order to keep the corpses from decomposing and degrading. They will fill the corpse with mercury and some highly poisonous things, so the worms will not come here.

I hugged my knees and tried to tighten my body as much as possible, the damp and gloomy air made it impossible to sleep even if I wanted to, and Ye Siming naturally did not shy away from the dead at all.

I actually took a piece of coffin wood as firewood to burn, not kind, but we were warm.

I can only secretly say sorry to the lords lying in the coffin, but there is no way, if I freeze any more, I guess I will be sick.

The fire was very small, and I greedily absorbed the heat of the slight fire in the dark environment, and it was in this damp place, and there was an indescribable cold air around me, which made people can't help but wrap their coats tightly.

I glanced at the Night Priest, who was fiddling with the fire with his twigs to make it a little more vigorous.

After all this tossing, my head was covered with grass and my face was covered with ash, and if I had wrapped myself in a blanket, we would have been exactly the same as refugees.

Thinking about it, I laughed out loud, and Ye Siming looked sideways at me and asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

I restrained my smile and shrugged my shoulders and said, "We're so unlucky, it seems like we're in trouble wherever we go." ”

"You almost died, and you were still laughing." Ye Siming's tone was not very good, as if he was reproaching me.

"What are you afraid of. It's not the first time, I'm used to it! I folded my hands and shrunk back, and said to Ye Siming, "Besides, isn't there you?" ”

Ye Siming's brows turned into Sichuan characters, and his face was a little helpless.

"Tell me, what happened to you in Hades and how did you get out?" I asked curiously.

Ye Siming shook his head, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

"It's time for you to think about what you're going to do next." He said.

It's not interesting to ask yourself, I also know Ye Siming's character, if he doesn't want to say it, even if it's rotten in his stomach, he won't spit out half a word.

I took out my phone and found that there was no signal in the mountains, so I simply put on a cached music, originally to ease the atmosphere and adjust the surrounding environment.

But I didn't expect Ye Siming to be a little annoyed.

"If you continue, I don't mind smashing it." He said unceremoniously.

Maybe, a big guy like him, who has been dead for thousands of years, has no way to cross the big generation gap with us.

It seems that he can't appreciate the music at all.