Tick, tick......

The sound of falling water came to his ears, making Kang Ting feel as if he had been caught back in that leaky prison again, and would wait for the day of death with unwillingness and resentment, just like most people locked in Bian An's prison.

Suddenly opened his eyes, Kang Ting endured the pain and sat up, thinking that it was still the few dim lights in the prison, but he found that around him, there was a light like fireflies like snow, the light seemed to be white with moonlight, emanating from the thick vines, illuminating the surrounding scene.

Stunned, Kang Ting looked around, the room made of blue bricks was empty and silent, and the walls were painted with extremely vivid paints, depicting scenes of unknown dynasties, and fluorescent vines struggled out of the cracks in the walls to spread and grow, encroaching on most of the space here.

This somewhat dreamy scene made Kang Ting feel like he had been arrested and returned to prison, but as if he had frozen to death in the night with scars all over his body, and now he had left the yang world and gone to the underworld. It's just that the rumors say that people are dead, and they can't feel anything, but Kang Ting felt that he moved, and his legs hurt as if he had been beaten with a hammer.

With the action of getting up, Kang Ting felt something slip off his body, and when he looked down, he saw a wax plum red cloak covering his body, and with the action of getting up, the cloak gently slipped off and hung down to his waist.

Kang Ting picked up his cloak, and his excitement was indescribable, but the slightest movement almost slipped off the place where he was lying. Kang Ting stood cautiously, gazing intently at the light of the vines, and then took a step back, only to find that the place where he was lying was actually a finely carved coffin lid, surrounded by several yellow-green colored gemstones.

Staring at the coffin lid in front of him for a moment, Kang Ting's heart jumped for a while, and then slowly eased up, and he had to take a closer look at the place he was in again. At first glance, in addition to this strange vine, Kang Ting only felt extremely cold, quiet and a little weird, now look again, find that there is no window in this place, and the roof is lower than ordinary houses, and Kang Ting just stood behind him, a coffin with the lid lifted quietly placed there, as if there was something in the coffin struggling to get out, and the pointed nails kept scratching the wooden board of the coffin, which looked particularly terrifying.

Rao is Kangting is not a little timid, and now that he suddenly entered such a strange scene, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

After a while, Kang Ting plucked up his courage, pulled out the dagger in his boots, slowly moved his steps, and walked towards the coffin, and when he arrived at the coffin, Kang Ting found that the coffin was empty, and there were no zombie ghosts with teeth and claws, but a squirrel the size of a palm.

Kang Ting breathed a sigh of relief, patted the little squirrel's head with the back of the knife, and saw that the little guy began to hide in the corner and tremble, baring his teeth in a vicious manner, before reaching out and taking it out and putting it on the ground.

The squirrel was frightened, and couldn't tell whether Kang Ting was good or bad, and a cloud of smoke drilled into a place, and Kang Ting followed the direction of the squirrel's departure, only to see that behind a glowing branch, there was a hidden hole leading to the outside.

Kang Ting looked at the entrance of the cave, originally took a few steps, planning to hurry out of the tomb of this unknown generation of ancients, looked down at the cloak in his hand, and then stopped, and a burst of indescribable joy gradually surged in his heart. Kang Ting felt that he had clearly not placed this cloak here at the beginning, and now that it was covered with him intact, it proved that someone had put it away. And he was injured last night, and he was tied up, even if he was not killed by the evil spirit, he would be devoured by the beasts in the forest, and now he is standing here safe and sound, clearly proving that he is the owner of this cloak, and An Qing, who he thinks about day and night, saved him, if he leaves at this time, what if she comes back and can't find him, and the two of them miss it?

What's more, where else can he go now? Even if you leave Bian An and go somewhere else, it is so painful to be a fugitive and tremble and steal your life for the rest of your life.

With a certain heart, Kang Ting put the cloak in his hand in his arms, and was just about to find a place to sit and wait for a while, but when he turned around, he saw a bright red lantern hanging on the branches, and a slender figure stood under the lantern, looking up quietly.

"Qing, An Qing."

Kang Ting was overjoyed and hurriedly called.

An Qing's expression was still the same, his eyes were withdrawn from the lantern, he approached the coffin, looked at the slight scratches inside, and said with some surprise: "Why don't you leave?" ”

Kang Ting lowered his head, "I, I have no way out, and, moreover, I want to see you again." ”

"See what I'm doing? Aren't you afraid, I gouged out your eyes? ”

A cool breeze suddenly approached, and the crimson nails gently cut through Kang Ting's face, like a sharp knife, the blade snaked and squirmed through the skin, as if a little force, it would cut Kang Ting's dough, gouge out his eyes and even his internal organs, and put it in the bright red lantern of fireworks.

Kang Ting took a deep breath, reached out and held the cold hand on his face in his palm, stared at the somewhat empty eyes in front of him and said, "It is better to show the way for you than to die in the hands of those people." ”

With his palms empty, Kang Ting found that An Qing was already standing a few steps away, as if he wanted to divert the topic, and said to Kang Ting: "If you don't want to go, you can recuperate here." ”

Kang Ting nodded, happy in his heart, and hurriedly responded: "Okay." Then he said gratefully, "Thank you for saving me." ”

An Qing was silent, turned around and wanted to go out, Kang Ting felt ashamed, and said in a deep voice: "Back then, I was young and ignorant, I didn't know it was you, I'm sorry." ”

An Qing's body stiffened for a moment, his thoughts seemed to have fallen into many years ago, and his palms leisurely held up two bright red flames, lining his already red lips, which was even more bewitching and mysterious.

"Even if you knew it was me, what would you do? Aren't you cornered now? ”

Kang Ting held it at his side, and the hand that was originally cheering for himself slowly loosened, and sighed: "I am indeed incompetent. ”

"Perhaps many of the people who killed me didn't know me, and I didn't know them, and those people felt ashamed of me in their hearts, and they didn't dare to look me in the eye, so they dug it out alive." As he spoke, An Qing put away the two flames burning in his hand, looked up at the bright red lantern hanging on the vine, and said desolately: "There are too many people who have killed me, except for a few who gouge out their eyes, I can't remember all of them, I only remember that they are arrogant and cowardly, they are greedy and selfish, they can easily judge a person's life and death, and the rest, there is only endless darkness and pain left in my memory, I can't see anything, I want to shout in pain, but I don't know who to call." ”

The indifferent tone seemed to be telling someone else's story, but An Qing's thoughts seemed to be in pain and couldn't extricate himself, and he stood there alone for a long time before he said hoarsely: "Until one day, I found that those people's eyes can also light the way for me, and I can also see their fearful and helpless looks, they cry and beg me for mercy, just like when I tore my chest and begged them!"

Kang Ting felt heartache, no matter what etiquette he had, he walked over quickly and hugged An Qing in his arms, only to feel cold, "People say that ghosts can capture people's souls, I have really missed you since the first time I saw you later, although you are a ghost who kills people and kills people, I think you are a hundred times purer than many people living in the world." Qingqing, if you want, I can also be your eyes. ”

An Qing smiled, a little helpless, and turned her back to stop looking at Kang Ting.

"You better go, although I have killed many people, I know that there are people in this world who should not be killed."

"I ......" Kang Ting hesitated for a moment, looked at the cloak in his hand, and said hesitantly: "I have an injured leg, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk for a while." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a rustling sound at the door of the tomb, and then a furry head came in, it seemed that the squirrel was lost, and turned back, and the round eyes did not react when they saw An Qing, and after their eyes swept to Kang Ting, they screamed in fright, jumped up and ran away, and quickly escaped.

"Stay here."

The voice in his ears seemed to be a little softer, and Kang Ting was surprised: "Really? ”

An Qing was silent, and Kang Ting said again: "I, I can take care of myself without bothering you." Then, Kang Ting said embarrassedly: "Then, then I live here, where do you live?" Am I occupying your house? ”

"This is not my burial chamber."

"Huh?"

"In this world, only those who enjoyed fame and fortune during their lifetime will build their own mausoleums, so that they can continue to enjoy glory and wealth after death."

"Indeed." Kang Ting nodded in agreement, ordinary people in this world are already satisfied to live their lives safely, where is there money or energy, to think about what is behind them. "And what about the owner of this burial chamber?"

"Thrown."

"Huh?" Kang Ting's voice was clearly raised an octave.

"This person has enjoyed the superiority of the world before his death, where is there anything that can't swallow his breath, thinking that the soul has entered reincarnation, and the rest is just a pile of dry bones, and if you throw it away, it's useless."

Kang Ting thought about it, and when he looked at the expensive tomb in front of him, he felt that he was cheaper than his "descendant".

Turning around, Kang Ting saw that the bright red lantern had slowly fallen, and when it returned to An Qing's hands, two faintly burning flames were rekindled.

"Are you leaving?"

"I can't enter reincarnation, I can't wander in this world, and I can't get too far from the corpse."

Kang Ting's eyes were pity, he unfolded the cloak in his hand, put it on An Qing's body, and said softly: "It's cold at night, you put on some." ”

An Qing's eyes fluctuated for a moment, he didn't speak, holding a flower-red lantern in his hand, and slowly walked into the distance.