Hiding for a while, Fu Taiping always lay there with his back against the grave bag, motionless, I was wondering in my heart, at this time, I heard a series of ...... in the distance The sound of shredded footsteps.

I straightened my neck and looked into the distance, only to see a tall and thin ghost, slowly approaching the mourning peace.

I didn't understand it at first, but when the moonlight hit the ghost, I felt ...... The scalp is buzzing!

The ghost is actually ...... Mourning!

Mourning was dressed in a white paper coat, wearing a white hat, and holding a white paper umbrella in his hand, exactly like the one I saw on the overpass before.

The first time we met that day, three people died, and the second time I met him...... How many will die this time?

My mouth was so dry that my throat was trembling and I wanted to cough, but I couldn't help it. Before leaving, I knew that Mourning and Crying would definitely follow us to Jedo Mountain for the sake of Yin Card, but I never expected that he would come so quickly.

I quickly retracted my head, stabbed Zhu Feiyue, and wrote on the snow, "Mourning and crying, more than auspicious." ”

Zhu Feiyue was so frightened that he almost cried, the two of us squatted behind the grave bag, watched the mourning cry step by step, walked to the mourning Taiping, looked down at him, and said with a strange smile:

"Yo...... Isn't this a senior brother? Don't come unharmed, huh? ”

The first time I heard Mourning speak, his voice was very high-pitched, not loud, but as piercing as a knife.

Although half of his face was hidden in the hat, I could see that mourning and mourning looked very similar.

"Over the years, I've been looking for you so hard, do you think you can hide from me for the rest of your life? Don't you have to give back what you took from me? ”

As he spoke, Mourning Cried bent over and squatted on the ground, grabbed Mourning Taiping's right little finger, and with a slight stroke, he heard the sound of broken bones, and Mourning Taiping's little finger was broken into at least three pieces.

"You also have today, who is so ruthless? Got you like this? You speak, have you forgotten? How badly was I hurt by you back then? ”

The mourning cry pinched the middle finger of the mourning peace, click! The middle finger is deformed.

Not far away, I heard the sound of bones shattering, and my scalp was buzzing, but I soon understood why I was crying.

He wanted to make sure if his brother was playing dead.

But I know that Fu Taiping is really dead, and he lost badly in the silent battle before.

After pinching off his brother's wrist, Waiwai seemed to finally confirm that his brother was dead.

In a dead graveyard, he squatted in front of the corpse, crying and laughing for a while, and his hand slowly stretched out to Fu Taiping's neck:

"Senior brother...... Master, his old man, is waiting for you in the underworld! You go first, and when I get the jade plate, I'll come and reunite with you." ”

I saw that I was crying and was going to break my neck in mourning, and I was in a hurry, and I couldn't care about it so much at that time, so I had the courage to turn on the flashlight and shine on the mourning cry.

If the neck is broken, the mourning will never be resurrected, and my intuition tells me that the mourning cry must be stopped!

Wailing turned back sharply, met the flashlight, and found the grave bag where I was hiding.

"It's you, Li Zhiwen, we're meeting again...... Come on, come here, don't force me to arrest you. Wailing tilted her head and smiled, waving at me.

Zhu Feiyue's face was covered with cold sweat, and he cried in my ear: "You basket, I was miserable by you......"

My mind went blank and I was about to get up when I heard footsteps in the distance.

Mourning's face changed, and he ignored me and turned to look behind him.

But the footsteps came very slowly, very deeply.

Mourning put away the white umbrella, and his face was a little ominous: "Pretending to be a ghost, who are you scaring about?" ”

I followed his gaze, and when I saw it, the cold sweat on the back of my neck froze.

It was the man from the mountain.

Although the victory and defeat have been divided, the man is obviously not at ease, after going down the mountain, he smelled the smell and chased all the way to Chaofeng Gang, and happened to meet with the mourning and crying narrow road.

Those who should have come and those who shouldn't have come have come.

The dark Chaofeng Gang, that person was approaching the mourning step by step, the more I looked, the more I felt that it was wrong, trembling hands, to grab Zhu Feiyue's arm:

"Look, he's not walking right......"

Unexpectedly, I was shocked, and when I looked back, this grandson had already run away.

I grass!

Zhu Feiyue's escape, I didn't have the bottom in my heart, I resisted the urge to escape, I put my hand on the grave bag, and continued to look out.

Mourning was still confronting the man, this time it was close, I finally understood, and said what was wrong, it turned out that the person was ...... It's actually going backwards!

He turned his back to mourning and wept, like a sleepwalking psycho, barefoot, his steps ethereal and twisted.

The man's hair was a mess with some snow, his white shirt was dirty, and his pants were torn with a few holes.

How do you describe that picture? It's like when you're running in the park at night, and suddenly a person jumps out of the bushes, pushes backwards in front of you, and asks you with the back of your head: "Comrade, do you see my urn?" ”

Are you afraid?

The scene changed to the chaotic wind hill in the wild, the dark night, and as soon as the man on the mountain appeared, the moon changed its face.

Mourning stared at the man up and down: "Who are you?" ”

The man tilted his neck and replied, "Who are you?" ”

Mourning weeps pointed to Mourning Taiping's corpse: "My senior brother was killed by you?" ”

The man: "My brother was killed by you?" ”

Mourning's face changed suddenly, and he swished: "I have been chasing and killing my senior brother for many years, and I wish he was dead, but my family's affairs are not yet the turn of outsiders to interfere, since you are here, then you can accompany my senior brother to go." ”

After saying this, the man on the mountain did not follow suit, but slowly sat cross-legged and sat on the snow.

When he fought with Fu Taiping before, he also sat in this position, I don't know much about the fighting method, but I know the most basic truth.

At the very least, you have to face the enemy, right? How can he be like this? Show the back of your head to the other party when fighting, looking for a fight, what is this?

Maybe this is the boldness of the artist.

Seeing that the man sat down with his back to him, he wept and laughed strangely: "Friend." Are you crazy? It's just that you and my brother are playing this set, why do you even dare to play with me? ”

Suddenly open the white paper umbrella, crying wrist holding the handle of the umbrella, spinning quickly, only to see the paper umbrella slowly emitting white mist, he turned faster and faster, I looked at the eyes, as if the paper umbrella became a pool, the umbrella surface from time to time emitted ripples.

The man didn't look back, sat upright, weeping while turning the paper umbrella, while beginning to approach, and when he was three meters away from the man, he heard the cry shout:

"Open!"

In the rippling surface of the umbrella, a blackened, slender arm suddenly stretched out, the arm was wet, constantly dripping down with a corpse-like liquid, and the palm of the hand grabbed the back of the man's neck.

Seeing that the blow was successful, mourning and licking his lips: "Today next year, I will burn paper for you." ”

The arm extending from the paper umbrella pinched the man's neck hard, and I saw the man's body tremble, as if he was scratched, and slowly raised his arm and patted the back of his neck.

Next, I saw the weirdest scene.

The man patted lightly, and the arm on the back of his neck suddenly began to freeze, and in the blink of an eye, the slender arm was frozen into a popsicle.

Mourning's face became frightened, and he hurriedly put away the umbrella, but the other party didn't give him a chance, his fingers flicked lightly twice, and he heard a bang, and his slender arm shattered into ice slag and fell all over the ground.

took two steps back, and the corners of mourning began to bleed: "mourning Taiping, will I grass you!" Who are you messing with? Just offend this kind of thing? ”

Breaking and scolding, Waiwai simply used a paper umbrella as a weapon, and the tip of the umbrella stabbed the back of the man's head.

The man didn't look back at all, he stretched out his hand to block the back of his head, and the paper umbrella spun around in the air and swept towards the man's temple.

The man's palm moved to his temple, and once again defused the attack.

I know why I'm afraid of him, that person seems to have eyes in the back of his head, no matter how Mourning wields a paper umbrella, it's useless.

Although the tip of the umbrella is sharp, it is also made of paper after all, and the palm of the man's palm is like touching a layer of cow dung, a piece of black, and the white paper umbrella pierces it, making a strange sound of metal colliding.

I watched it from the sidelines, and I didn't dare to breathe, when a familiar voice came from not far away:

Li Zhiwen ...... Quick, help me up. ”

I turned to look, only to see that Fu Taiping had woken up, lying on the grave, and was crying out to me weakly.

I ran over excitedly and helped him up: "Uncle, have you sucked enough corpse gas?" ”

Fu Taiping's face was as white as paper, and he said angrily: "Escape ......"

I quickly put him on my back, turned around and left.

The snow in the cemetery was too thick, the road was difficult to walk, and I couldn't take a step at all, so I carried the mourning on my back, and it was even more difficult to run, and I escaped more than ten meters away, and I heard a terrible cry from behind.

I don't know if the cry came from mourning or from the man on the mountain.

How dare I look back? With all the strength to feed, he ran and crawled in the graveyard, sweat beads like raindrops, dripping down his chin.

I don't know how long it took to run, but Fu Taiping and I finally escaped from the Troubled Wind Gang,

At this point, the cries from behind died down, and the graveyard fell silent again.

I was so exhausted that I staggered to carry Fu Taiping to the grove next to me, and I lay down on the snow panting for breath.

After a few seconds, a vague ghost flashed behind the birch tree not far away, and smiled miserably at me.

"Comrade, have you seen my urn?"