The guide was also decisive, so he reached into his pocket, took out something, and threw it at the monster.

I didn't know what it was, but I saw it glow in front of the monster.

The guide had already turned his head, that is, he caught a glimpse of the light, but my eyes were already white, and I could only feel that the guide was still running, and there was a monster roar behind me.

When I regained my sight, I found myself hiding in a rough house. To be precise, the stairwell of a rough house.

The windows in the stairwell were not fitted, just a boxy hole.

Looking at the dust on the ground, this place must have been deserted for a long time.

My guess is that the guide is still in that area, or in one of the unfinished buildings in that area.

He leaned against the corner, shrunk his body, and covered his mouth and nose, forcibly slowing down his heartbeat and breathing.

I heard a whirring pant outside, not like a human voice, probably the monster.

There was also a rustling sound, as if something was rubbing, and I couldn't tell what it was.

After a while, the voices faded away.

I was relieved. Even though I knew that it was in a dream, and that it was in the past of the guide, I couldn't help but be affected by the guide's mood and became extremely nervous.

The guide lowered his hand and adjusted his breathing.

Suddenly, a claw struck the boxy window.

Sharp claws and some coarse fur clinged to the cheeks of the guide.

The guide held his breath almost instantaneously, and slowly moved his body away from the window.

Gala la ......

The cement was crushed, leaving clear marks.

I was in a bit of a trance for a while.

Before leading the passer-by to flee for his life, a quick glance, I only saw the general shape of the monster, now look at the size of this claw, although this monster has the appearance of a wolf, but it is definitely not the size of a wolf, it has to be at least one floor high, right? The length of the body is probably more than five meters.

I can't say for sure the number, but I can imagine its massive size. At least, it's bigger than the Year Beast.

Such a monster should have been discovered a long time ago, isn't it hiding in this abandoned unfinished building area?

The monster's claws had been withdrawn, and the unfinished building shook a few times. It must have climbed to the top of the building.

I was even more in a trance.

Even if it's hidden between unfinished buildings, it's not very conspicuous on the roof?

Is it that it was lucky not to be photographed, or is it that this thing itself has some special abilities, not having the speed of the Year Beast, but being able to stealth or something?

I was thinking nonsense.

The unfinished building shook violently again, and the wall fell with ashes falling down.

The guide didn't move, and he couldn't even hold his breath.

After a while, he leaned against the wall and relaxed.

The monster should be gone.

Just, how did the guide find out?

Had he been wrestling with that monster?

And the thing he threw out earlier......

Maybe the guide is the same as Xuan Qing Zhenren and Ye Qing, engaged in a similar profession, but after death, his ghost was obviously out of control.

I thought so.

Other possibilities also came to mind.

The general content is a combination of the messy news, movies, and TV content that I have watched.

I really didn't have enough information to piece together the whole life of the guide.

And the guide is now relaxed, just sitting and resting, and my nerves that were already tense are relaxed.

It was already dark outside, the moonlight was hazy, and there was silence all around.

At that moment, I felt a pair of cold hands grasp my chest.

The guide was greatly frightened, but he was suddenly dragged backwards.

I was equally shocked, but shocked, to find that I had been pulled outside the unfinished building, and that I had been separated from the guide, and that I could move freely!

As soon as I turned around, I saw a thin man grasping the guide. Both are ghosts. The man's eyes protruded, his mouth opened, and saliva continued to flow down, dripping on the guide's body, but it did not penetrate, but adhered to the guide's body.

He opened his mouth and bit the back of the guide's neck directly.

The guide screamed and waved his hand violently, breaking away from the man.

He seemed to be very comfortable with his condition. This made me even more suspicious of his identity.

The guide jumped straight to the wall.

The man's speed was not slow, even faster than the guide, directly in front of the guide, and he showed his teeth and claws at the guide.

The guide seemed to be afraid of the man, and could only be forced to flee everywhere.

I had to be dragged by the guide to fly around this unfinished building.

By the way, I also saw the situation of the unfinished buildings around.

As far as I can roughly calculate, there are at least twenty or thirty unfinished buildings here, and they can't even be counted as rough houses, only a rough structure of reinforced concrete, no painted walls, and no glass. In the dust on the ground, there was nothing but these unfinished buildings. I didn't see any tools, machines, materials, green belts, weeds.

The moon slanted to the west, and the first rays of morning light seemed to break out of the east.

The tired guide let out a scream.

The ghost who had been chasing all the way also fled into the building in a panic.

I was a little puzzled by what I saw.

Ghosts are afraid of sunlight, which I have seen in some horror movies, but in my own personal experience, the strength, ability, and destiny of ghosts vary from "ghost" to "ghost". There has never been a ghost who has reacted so strongly when it touches the sun.

I thought it was strange, but I didn't get enough of the excitement, and the pain felt by the guide was transmitted to me. I suddenly felt a burning pain, my skin seemed to be burned, the pain made my eyes black, and my consciousness fell into darkness.

When I woke up, I found myself still dreaming, and in the dead forest.

I returned to the guide's body, and I could only follow the guide.

There was nothing but dead trees around. The guide should be away from the Yellow Springs Road.

He didn't know how long he had walked, and there was something more in the strange dead trees and charred earth.

It was just in the light of the guide, and if it hadn't been for the guide turning his head, I would have missed it.

The unchanged environment has changed a bit.

The guide walked to the dead tree and went around to the back of the tree.

What I saw just now was that this tree had an extra arm than the other dead trees. Only now did I find out that it was a human arm. The man was hanging from a tree, and he strangled himself with his own belt.

I can't help but feel weird.

This is supposed to be a ghost, but how can a ghost do such an unbelievable thing?

The guide sneered, and reached out to search the ghost's body.

Who would have thought that this ghost's blind eyes suddenly moved, glared at the guide, and raised his hand to grab the guide.