"Who are you?" His voice trembled a little, after all, he never thought that he would see his head one day.

Could it be that I am dead now? A ghost? In the confusion of his thoughts, he suddenly thought of the horror movies he had seen before.

"Hey, hey." The skull's smile made him creep, "You're the third." ”

"What third?" For a while, Xiao He forgot to be afraid, and he yelled at the bloody head.

"You'll be next." The head said unhurriedly, "You didn't save me." ”

"Who the hell are you?" He panicked.

This head gives him the feeling like, is it really his own? However, he obviously only has one head, and he is still on his neck.

"Me?" The head was smiling openly, the corners of his mouth were almost behind his ears, and the blood had begun to flow.

Xiao He heard a rumbling sound in his throat, and then the flesh on his face crumpled, his whole face twisted strangely, and he let out a low and hoarse mocking voice from his throat in pain, "I'm you!" ”

"I'm alive." He was sure he was still alive, because the slightest movement from the wound on his body would pull at the pain.

Dead people don't feel pain, do they?

"Right away, right away, haha!" The head laughed hideously, "Dead vines and old trees...... You're next! ”

With that, the skull shrank abruptly and turned into a mess of red and white rotten flesh.

Xiao He only felt a chill, and forcibly suppressed the nausea in his heart and didn't look at that thing.

"See?" Mu Qiqi, who had been admiring his face, looked at him with ill will, "You say, how will you die?" ”

He pulled out a dagger, casually scratched the face that had been torn from his face, blood flowed all over his hands, and then he covered the face full of knife marks as if nothing happened.

Xiao He's heart was already half cold, and he could hear that his nervous heartbeat was unusually clear in this suddenly quiet carriage.

"Did I kill you? Or do you kill yourself? Mu Qiqi smiled, took the dagger and continued to cut his wrist, one by one, as if he was cutting a body that did not belong to him.

When he cut the vein, the blood that spurted out like a spring splashed his face, Xiao He saw it clearly, and his heart twitched, as if it was cut himself.

There was a bloody smell in the air, Xiao He was already so shocked that he couldn't speak, he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to live.

Is it true that as the head said, the next one to die will be himself?

Mu Qiqi wiped the blood on his face, and indeed let his hands flow. He threw the dagger over, "Or?" You kill me and then kill yourself? Ha ha! Like the one before you? ”

"What do you know?" The heart that had sunk was actually aroused at this moment.

"Am I dead?" Xiao He said.

"Who knows?" Mu Qiqi crawled over like him, his face was gloomy and terrifying, "If you kill me, you can go out." ”

"Why don't you kill yourself?" He still firmly believes that Mu Qiqi at this moment is possessed.

"Because of me, I can't die!" Mu Qiqi sighed.

He picked up the dagger that Xiao He hadn't taken and stuffed it into his hand, "Take it, haha, like this." He held Xiao He's finger and pointed at his neck, "Just like that, swipe lightly." ”

Mu Qiqi showed him that there was already a shallow line of scratches on his neck, and he said in an extremely gentle tone, "It's like, I killed you last time." You know what? ”

"Last time?" He didn't understand, but he happened to catch a glimpse of the shrunken head behind him.

Did you really die once? And it was Mu Qiqi who killed himself?

No! In a trance, he remembered what the head with the same face as himself had said.

You're the third!

Has he already died twice? That's why when Sister Ya sees herself, she will say that her longevity is over and she is a dead person.

And Uncle Geng is obviously the same age as Ge Ting, but he looks like an old man who is dying, because he extended his life after his death?

All of this seems to be connected.

In this way, the last time I received the task of going to No. 183, it can be understood that Uncle Geng set up a bureau in advance, just to find Sister Ya to renew her life.

But what about this time?

Who made up the mission this time? It's definitely not Uncle Geng, his goal has been achieved, and there is no need to let himself be in danger again.

Who would that person be?

Thinking of this, Xiao He admired himself a little, in such a tense environment, in the face of Mu Qiqi, who was like a pervert who was crazy and self-harming, under his step-by-step pressing, his heart inexplicably settled down.

It's weird!

Xiao He couldn't help but start to affirm that he was really the one who had died twice, after all, this composure was too weird.

Only those who have really died once can cherish life more and be more calm in the face of death, right?

"Yes, last time." Mu Qiqi said in his ear, "Last time, I killed you.

Remember?

Dead vines and old trees? ”

When the word "withered vine and old tree" came up again, unlike the last time, his heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle.

In a trance, Xiao He's vision blurred, and he felt as if he was in a sea of fog.

He saw a man who looked exactly like him, and was dressed like him today.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.

Jackdaw Ridge, his heart trembled, he had been there, it was his grandmother's former home.

It was a grass house with earthen walls, and it was warm in winter and cool in summer.

When he went, there was an overgrown weed in front of the door, and he remembered that there was an old tree that was almost dying, and in front of the old tree was a small dirt slope, and on one side of the dirt slope was a small stream that flowed down from the mountain.

However, this time he saw not the scene at that time, but the person who looked exactly like himself had his head chopped off and buried under the small dirt slope in front of the old tree.

And the person who buried him was none other than Uncle Geng. At that time, Uncle Geng was very young, not the old dragon clock he looks like now.

Uncle Geng, kill "yourself"?

His gaze was suddenly dull, and his heart was empty all of a sudden.

Uncle Geng, will you kill yourself?

Not before, that's for sure, but now?

He didn't know.

Uncle Geng's disappearance is more like a heart booster hitting him, making him have to believe that he is hiding from himself, he has to believe that he killed himself, and he has to believe that he has taken care of him for many years with ulterior motives.

Uncle Geng, what kind of person is he?

He had completely forgotten about being afraid, stood up, endured the pain, and slapped Mu Qiqi on the window on one side.

"Kill me." He handed the dagger to Mu Qiqi, "Quick." ”