"Isn't it rude to follow like this?"

The painter looked playful, and a monster fell out of a crack in the air, disorganized, holding the key he had snatched from them.

The monster was stunned when it saw the painter, then gritted its teeth and jumped back into the gap in the air again, and then there was a piercing buzz in the crack again, and blood slid out of the crack before it closed.

The gambler was a little dazed, and asked the painter suspiciously:

"Why, don't you leave him here."

Indeed, with the current situation of that monster, it is not enough to fight for a long time, and it is by no means an enemy of the painter.

But the artist shook his head, then took out a piece of paper and put it on the gambler's head, wiped the previous graffiti, and then glanced at the gambler, which made him notice the monster that was kept alive by the virus.

"When this guy was alive, he was a..."

Like us, he's a monster that the world can't tolerate.

The painter didn't finish speaking, the brush in his hand paused a little, and then shook his head, regardless of the gambler's blank face, he took the test tube handed by the doctor and splashed it on his painting scroll, and the beautiful mountains and rivers on the painting scroll revealed a trace of extremely faint purple.

It was extremely conspicuous in the thousands of feng shui, and the painter nodded with satisfaction.

The doctor took the scroll from the painter's hand and looked at the people he had treated, with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?"

The painter noticed the change and asked.

"I'm wondering where his abilities will appear."

"Perhaps, people don't want to, it's too early to think about this, after all, that person was used to living a pampered life before his death."

The artist sighed, there was a guy next to him who might be a companion, otherwise he would have had time to snatch the key back.

"You're wondering if it's worth giving up the lost key for this guy?"

The doctor looked at the pharmacist and seemed to know what he was thinking.

The painter shook his head and looked at Wan Min on the side, although the injury was stabilized, with the doctor's medical skills, it was not a problem to bring the dead back to life, the only difficulty was how to convince this person to be willing to follow that person like them.

Become his deployment, as for what kind of ability he will have, it seems that people don't care so much, after all, this person has no other way to go, except to follow the pioneer to become a deployment, the only possibility is to continue to be his monster who was infected by the virus and lost consciousness in the original world line.

"His ability should be in Feng Shui."

The doctor took out a cigarette that he had smoked out of nowhere, put it in his mouth and lit it with the flame of his finger.

The painter frowned, then took out a mask from the scroll and placed it on his face, with undisguised disgust on his face.

"Hey, hey, it's too much."

The doctor protested, and the painter rolled his eyes, and picked up the unconscious people who had returned to human form on the ground, and then a picture scroll flew out of his arms, and connected to a special gap in the air, and the painter walked in the air, and the doctor and gambler followed him, continuing the new journey.

"Feng Shui? It's a good ability. ”

In the cracks in the air, the scroll flew in front of everyone, guiding a new path, the painter muttered from the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, for some reason, his hands suddenly let go, and the gambler rarely took over the painter's hands quickly, and the painter seemed to be stimulated by something in an instant, and his head fell out of the gap with both hands.

Before he lost consciousness, he heard three words, the handwriting was very soft, very soft, it was a female voice, but it was extremely clear: I am waiting for you.

"Dust."

The doctor called the painter's name, but his outstretched hand was half a beat slower, and he could only see the painter's increasingly blurred figure.

"This..."

The gambler, who had always been stupid, seemed to understand something, but he held Wanmin in his arms, but he didn't have the spare strength to reach out and grab the painter, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

"Where is the painter falling in, and where can I find it?"

Listening to the gambler's blank words, the doctor never came back to his senses for a long time.

There were countless cracks ahead, but neither of them could tell which one was the one the artist had fallen.

......

"Can't you escape?"

The corners of this man's mouth were a little astringent, in just three days, betrayal, despair, there was no way out, and almost all the suffering in the world was tasted by him.

This is the realm of the undead, he has long been unclear about how he fell here, the only memory is that he is dead, and the only possibility of resurrection is the soup bowl in the woman's hand.

But this is not free, the simplest handyman here also needs to sit for at least a hundred years to get an ordinary life, if you want to be rich or rich, or have a plan, then you must take on all kinds of dangerous tasks.

"Hand over that piece and we'll let you go."

The knife rested on his neck, and the fire above it was raging, and he could feel the burning sensation in his ghost form.

He gritted his teeth, his legs being severed at some point, and although it wasn't difficult for the ghost to float, it couldn't shield the pain.

"Dreaming."

He died of calculation before his death, but he didn't expect the result to be the same after death, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, although the ghost's body was illusory, but the man took the knife down, and after death, he was worried that he would not be able to know the information of the fragment after his death.

"I don't know what to do."

Bang dang...

His body was bound by chains against the ghosts, and his eyes remained open and silent.

"I'll see how hard your bones can be."

It wasn't until the ghost was gone away that he spat out the fragment from his mouth.

The shard was a bright red color, with a dull sheen throughout, and I don't know what kind of fabric it was made of, but when the shard fell on his chains, all the chains disappeared without a trace as if they had been swallowed.

"Is it the most precious treasure in the eyes of the world? I don't know what effect it does on ghosts. ”

He smiled, but it seemed to involve some wound, and an inexplicable liquid slipped from the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't laugh anymore: "It turns out that ghosts can also be injured." ”

He muttered to himself, and then held the piece in his hand again, the feeling was very soft, although the ghost liked yin, he could still feel a special comfort.

In this world of the dead, there is no such thing as sunshine, but ghost fires, everywhere.

It's not that there are no shortcuts to reincarnation, such as dedicating this fragment to the so-called Meng Po who manages the channel.

"Where the hell are you from?"

He sat on the ground on the withered yellow ghostly laughing grass, which is a common straw in the undead world, famous for its miserable smiling face growing on the blade of grass, and is usually used to light ghost fires for spirits that have lost their minds, and is found everywhere.

The fragment in his hand was obviously not going to answer his question, and he shook his head and swallowed the fragment into his stomach again.

It's not that his stomach can shield other people's perceptions, but the fragment itself seems to have an aura that can shield others from probing.

"Smack."

Before he knew it, it was already the sixth lunar season, and the speed of time in the undead world was about twice as slow as normal, and there were six seasons in a year, and today he was still tied to a chain as always, whipped and asked about the whereabouts of the fragments.

Although it was a little painful, he still had a mind wandering, and for some reason, since he got the shards, he could feel his strength slowly increasing, which is why he had been abused for so long and it hadn't dissipated.

The men didn't know why, only that it had something to do with the fragments he had hidden.

"Su Yunzhou, even if you are so consumed, it is impossible for anyone to save you, why don't you cross the bridge as soon as possible and find your next life."

Hearing the man's shout, he remembered that he was this name, and the memory that he had forgotten for a long time became clear again:

"Yunzhou, you have to remember that one day you will meet someone, and at that time, everything will have the possibility of starting again."

When he was alive, the Su family was not a big family, but a farming village far away from the war-torn desert, but I don't know when the conscription order actually arrived there.

He hid in the swill bucket at home when he was young, but he still didn't hide it.

The desperate eyes of the mother at the end of consciousness and the sharp blade of the man piercing the swill bucket stained the entire bottom of the bucket with blood, and then he was in the world of the dead.

The people here are very close, and as soon as he arrived, he asked him questions, and he was quickly taken out of the home situation before he was deeply involved.

Those people volunteered to help him in the next life and be good brothers together.

He smiled, he was very happy at the time, and then planted the rice with them for the undead to devour, until a few days later, he was inexplicably caught, and asked about the whereabouts of the fragment, he learned that someone had told the truth.

He watched with reluctance as the man walked at the entrance of the passage of reincarnation, but was killed there, his eyes widened, both happy and afraid, happy for the betrayer's end.

Fear of the fragments, there may be earth-shattering secrets hidden.

"Still don't say it?"

"Bump."

A ghost in armor walked in front of him, lifted his head, and slammed his fist hard.

His head was smashed flat, and it took a long time to recover, Su Yunzhou gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"See how hard you can get."

Su Yunzhou sneered, how could he not know that all of them, including those who were informers, had been killed, and the secret hidden by the fragments obtained by accident at home must not be a trivial thing, how could these people let him be reincarnated alive.

And his ghost body is also bound, so he can only wait for the opportunity.

Thinking back to the fragment, it was a hunting trip, and the only laborers in the family were him and his father, who was unable to move because of a tiger escape and injured his foot.

So, he had to go to the wilderness to find food on his own, what could he eat in the desert? The best food is nothing more than a special sand ant that can cook soup with its mouthparts removed and enough water.

But that day, he remembered very clearly, the sand ants surrounded a fragment, and he did not dare to step forward for a long time.

Even those who live next to the desert in that desert know that although sand ants are their food for survival, if the number is too large, then they can only avoid it far away, and if they are bitten by the sharp mouthparts, the injury will not be a drop or a half.