Only then did Wu Zhiyuan realize that after walking for such a long time, he was just circling in place, and he never left this wooded cemetery for half a step!

"Ghost hits the wall!" Wu Zhiyuan's heart suddenly appeared these three words, and a chill suddenly appeared on his back, he had never encountered a ghost hitting the wall, but when he was a child, he had heard it from the ghost story of the fifth uncle, and when he encountered a ghost hitting the wall, he might not be able to get out of that weird circle for a few days and nights.

Standing in place for a long time, Wu Zhiyuan gradually calmed down, he looked around, and found that the surrounding scenery was almost the same, uneven levels of dwarf trees, crooked tombstones, strange is that there is a faint fog in the woods at some point, and you can't see the crescent moon when you look up.

If you continue to walk blindly, you will only consume more physical strength, and if something unexpected happens, you can only sit back and wait. Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan simply found a tall grave bag, leaned on the grave bag and sat down, planning to talk about it at dawn.

There was a dead silence in the woods, even the sound of owls disappeared, although there was no trace of wind, but there was a biting coolness, Wu Zhiyuan tightened his collar, leaned against the grave bag and closed his eyes. In fact, in such a place where yin qi is extremely heavy, he has no sleepiness at all, and he only pretends to sleep when he closes his eyes.

I don't know how many hours have passed, Wu Zhiyuan only felt that his consciousness was in a trance, his head was getting heavier and heavier, and he dozed off. Just when he was getting sleepy, he suddenly heard a sound of "squirming" coming from the grave not far away, Wu Zhiyuan woke up with a spirit, and he stared at the grave with wide eyes.

The "rustling" sound stopped, and there was a dead silence around him, Wu Zhiyuan could even hear his own heartbeat, he tried his best to keep his breath low, swallowed his saliva, and at the same time raised his ears.

After a moment of silence, the sound of "squirming" sounded again, and now Wu Zhiyuan could hear it clearly, the sound seemed to be a person walking quietly and tiptoeing. Wu Zhiyuan put the burden on his body on the ground, slowly stood up, and at the same time felt a fist-sized stone from the bottom of his feet, and looked directly at the grave bag that the voice came from.

Wu Zhiyuan has seen all the ghosts and zombies, but now that he is in this strange environment, he is still afraid. Some sudden dangers are often not frightening because there is no psychological time to react, but the danger that is gradually brewing is more likely to be frightening.

He moved a few steps towards the grave bag, stepped on the dry grass on the soles of his feet, and made a subtle "rustling" sound, which was not the same as the "rustling" sound coming from the other side of the grave bag, Wu Zhiyuan began to wonder what was behind the grave bag.

He continued to walk a few steps, and was about to walk to the grave bag, when suddenly a pair of strange eyes lit up on the grave bag, the eyes were dark blue and abnormal, and they were exceptionally bright in the dark night, Wu Zhiyuan was frightened, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, only to see that the eyes suddenly jumped, and at the same time there was a strange cry of "Wow", and a black wild cat scurried out from Wu Zhiyuan's feet.

"His grandmother's, the eight lambs, turned out to be a wild cat!" Wu Zhiyuan unconsciously learned Sun Haozi's emphasis, and scolded angrily, he took a long breath and was about to throw away the stone in his hand, but the stone was just about to get rid of it, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly felt that the stone was a little wrong.

He put the stone in his hand in front of him, and by the sparse moonlight that pierced through the mist, his eyes widened and he looked closely, and was suddenly startled, only to see that what he was holding in his hand was not a stone, but the skull of a dead man!

The skull was only the size of a fist, and it looked like the skull of a dead baby, Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly threw the skull away in a panic, and at the same time rubbed his hand vigorously on his clothes.

"What a bad luck!" Wu Zhiyuan said in his heart, it was bad enough to walk into the woods cemetery, and he actually caught the skull of a dead man.

He turned around and walked back to the grave bag where he had leaned back before, and sat down, and as soon as he sat down, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly found a problem.

The burden he had just put on the ground was gone!

Wu Zhiyuan subconsciously reached out and touched the ground, and then turned his head to look at the tombstone beside him, although the light was extremely not bright, Wu Zhiyuan determined that he was sitting here just now according to the broken shape of the tombstone, and when he got up, he also put the burden at his feet, how could the burden disappear at this time?

Wu Zhiyuan didn't say anything, his eyes widened vigilantly and looked around again, except for a dead silence, there was nothing unusual, where did the burden go?

Wu Zhiyuan stood up and walked around the grave bag on his back, and found no trace of the burden, and there was no wolf dog in this cemetery, if there were, he would definitely attack Wu Zhiyuan, and he would not just quietly take the burden.

Wu Zhiyuan was suspicious in his heart, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out where this burden went.