The west wind is slanting, and it is almost evening.

After two hours of entanglement, Tang Yan didn't seem to be so entangled. Isn't it just a matter of looking at your ass? Who doesn't have an ass? And it won't drop a piece of meat

Besides, it's still beautiful women who watch it

The cool wind is blowing through the window, and I don't know how much dust falls in the house?

Tang Yan climbed out of bed with difficulty, took out an old coat from the closet and put it on, stood by the window, and quietly looked outside.

The sun is about to set, but tomorrow will eventually rise, and it will not change because of anyone or anything.

But what about life?

Thousands of people died, and the horrific bloodshed was not something that could be forgotten at all.

At this moment, calm down and think about it, Tang Yan still couldn't believe that this was true, even though it was something that happened under his own nose.

But it had come to this, and he couldn't believe it!

Nankun has changed, not the familiar city, but a city that has never existed, which may hide unimaginable fears or pervasive dangers.

So many people died at once, and it has not happened a few times since ancient times, and it may only happen in the era of iron-blooded and ruthless war!

However, this is not war. Rather, a catastrophe worse than war!

I don't know the details of the enemy, I don't know the purpose of the enemy, and I don't even know whether the enemy is a human or a ghost.

How do people deal with it?

What will tomorrow look like for a subverted world? What will happen? How many unknowns are at stake?

This is the most serious problem at the moment.

Now that the world has changed, there should be no need to complain, because it is useless. It's about thinking about what kind of mentality to use to meet tomorrow and how to survive in such a world. Of course, while surviving, I hope that more people will also live.

Just, why?

With a pig-killing knife that has been around for many years? With the strength that has been trained for many years of killing pigs? Or can you rely on the little Taoist priest to pass on some Maoshan technique??

The pig-killing knife is indeed very powerful, is it possible to use it to kill demons and monsters? Although he killed some rats, Tang Yan didn't have any sense of security at all!

Tang Yan used to be very confident in his own strength, but after seeing the big fish in the deep sea, he became unconfident.

Maoshan Shu: Okay! Whether people pass it on or not is another matter.

"It's time to eat." By this time, the dark clouds had already walked in.

"You did it?" Tang Yan asked.

"Uh, the benefactor did it." Dark clouds said.

"Then I'll be relieved."

Wuyun is dressed like those gentlemen who sell dog skin plasters and bone-setting wine, no one cares about whether he can cook or not, what he cares about is whether he can eat the food he makes? You must know that out of ten gentlemen, there are always seven or eight, and they all have some habits that are unbearable for ordinary people. For example, I like to eat rat meat, I like to eat centipedes, I like to eat toads or something

Of course, it is also necessary for Tang Yan to worry. But when he walked into the kitchen and saw the miserable meal, he really didn't know what to say.

Porridge is not like porridge, the bacon is fried into dry pig, there are flies floating on the hot noodles with green vegetables, and the most helpless thing is the plate of eggs. It is rare to be able to scramble eggs and paste them to a pure black color.

"Get up, it's time to eat." Seeing the two come in, Zhao Ayaluo greeted with a smile.

Tang Yan nodded, didn't say more, but sat down expressionlessly.

After the dark clouds sat down, they couldn't wait to eat. I don't know how long this guy hasn't eaten, and he is not afraid of being stuck in the bones.

"Hehe, you eat slowly, there's a lot." Zhao Yaluo watched the dark clouds eat with relish, and it was inevitable that she was a little happy in her heart. After all, whoever cooks for the first time and someone gives face like this will be very happy.

"Woo~ starved to death, delicious. Hehe" the dark cloud's mouth was stuffed, and there was a vague admiration.

Tang Yan frowned tightly, and watched intently, a piece of green vegetable skin wrapped in two flies, which was fed into a big mouth by the dark clouds

Is this really delicious?

Seeing that Tang Yan still didn't move his chopsticks, Zhao Yanluo asked softly: "Tang Yan, is it not to taste?" Do you want me to cook a few more side dishes? ”

Tang Yan sighed and asked seriously, "The first time?" ”

Zhao Yanluo nodded slightly.

Tang Yan said with a pale face: "Not bad! ”

At this meal, Wuyun ate it with relish, but Tang Yan was terrified, but in order to show his encouragement to the girls, he still reluctantly ate a lot.

After eating, it was getting late, Tang Yan returned to the room, remembered the scene of that night, and shuddered, so he called the dark clouds in.

"Are you sure those things won't come in?" Although Wuyun said it again, Tang Yan still wanted to be sure.

"Absolutely not, there are high-ranking people in this courtyard who have moved their hands and feet." Dark clouds said.

"Okay, help me open my eyes, I still want to see"

"Donor, have you thought about it?"

"Hurry!"

Some things, even when they are seen, have already been stored in the memory, and they cannot be erased casually.

The ghosts all over the mountain have already given Tang Yan a lot of shadows. If you want to get out of the shadows, you have to face it bravely. Therefore, Tang Yan decided to be brave once.

Tonight is different from that night, the stars are shining, and the moonlight is bright. Tang Yan didn't go out of the courtyard, standing by the door and quietly looking at the misty back mountain.

The grave mountain at night does look a little scary. Before those things could crawl out, a gust of wind blew through the weeds and made an indescribable sound, giving people a sense of forest.

The clouds said that after 12 o'clock, the spirits would come out and move, and they would tell each other about their grievances at that time.

Tang Yan just wanted to hear it, what grievances do these wandering spirits have to say, people die and the lights go out, can they still be nostalgic for the world?

Legend has it that there is a Nai He Bridge, there is Meng Po Soup, there is a bitter sea, there is a netherworld underworld, and there are eighteen layers of hell people who have died, so they should go to these places, instead of staying in this grave mountain of Urine Blas and be scary!

He remembered that the small grave in the direction of two o'clock crawled out of the corpse of a woman that night. Directly in front of the grave a little in front of them, two children were talking about food. Not far away hung the head of a cow, and beyond that there were wild dogs and crows

There shouldn't be anything wrong, although his memory is not very strong, Tang Yan can still remember the situation that night.

This kind of thing is still a little well prepared, so in order not to be overly frightened, Tang Yan is trying to recall the scene of that night.

You can't see each other once, and you'll be scared the second time, right?

It is precisely because of this psychology that he has a little confidence

However, it didn't crawl out around 9:50 because of those things, as the clouds said

This is like watching a ghost movie, the difference is that the gloomy aura is like countless thorns, piercing into Tang Yan's skin at the limit speed.

Sweat was raining, and my legs began to tremble again, even if I had a similar experience, I was still so afraid to bump into such an evil thing again!

A female corpse, dressed in white like snow, with black hair like ink, a face like paper, incomplete limbs, and bloody holes all over her body

She was crying, a heart-rending cry, like the most miserable ballad in the world, ugly and harsh.

"Suddenly there was a snowfall, so pure, that it buried me in your world"

"Frozen the term of my love, but made the pain forever."

"In an instant, Liu Lang, why did you treat me like this"

This is a song that I have heard before, and the lyrics are a little tragic, but when this female corpse sings it, why is her heart palpitating?

A bull's head, with its two horns broken, was placed on the tombstone, and its eyes were bleeding bright red, as if it had just died, and it was echoing with a deafening scream!

"Moo"

For some reason, Tang Yan seemed to be able to understand, and the cow seemed to be saying: "My grandfather, my father, are all dead, and I am also dead, dying with the same knife, dying in the hands of the same human being!" Good and bad and bad ~! ”

At this moment, Tang Yan felt a lot, because there were too many fat pigs who died in his hands, and it was likely that there would be such a family.

Two children sat barefoot on the ground, looking up at the endless night sky, talking about these scalp-tingling topics.

"Brother, are Mom's hands delicious?"

"It's delicious, but Daddy's ears are delicious."

"Really? It's a shame I didn't get it. ”

"But didn't you eat your mother's heart? What's that smell? ”

"Bitter, bitter! It's not delicious at all. ”

I don't know why, when Tang Yan heard such a conversation, his heart was much more sad than frightened.

What kind of age is this, and what kind of parents are this?

Looking at the innocence of the two children, who knows what they have experienced, or perhaps what they have encountered?

Three wild dogs were biting each other, a mess of dog blood, dog hair floating everywhere, they were red dogs, fighting for an unrecognizable human head.

This human flesh is a little weird, although the face can no longer be seen clearly, but under the long hair that is scattered, the three eyes are still open, like a dead expression.

Three-eyed Erlang God?

"Uh, three eyes don't have to be Erlang God, right?" Tang Yan didn't think much about it, and turned his gaze to another place.

There were no tombstones in the grave, and countless hands stretched out from the grave, as if they were about to grasp something, to crawl out.

At this time, he heard a familiar scripture and saw a familiar person.

The director of the Happy Crematorium

With a smile, Lao Zhao came from a distance, he walked past the cemetery, and shook hands with the hands that stretched out from the grave

Why is this picture so weird?

Tang Yan's heartbeat was many times faster than usual, he felt an urge to pee, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and his hands were up to Nima

Lao Zhao was dressed in cloth clothes, coming from a distance, he was approaching, with a kind smile.

"It's so late, wait for me?"