The dagger was smeared with chicken blood, although the chicken blood was not as good as the blood on the tip of the tongue of a young man, but the yang energy on it was enough to deal with the yin ghosts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And as soon as the dagger pierced, the ghost suddenly flashed to the side, and at the same time opened its big mouth and blew a breath of black gas at the fat man.

The fat man seemed to be careless, and when this black breath blew, he actually forgot to dodge.

So, when this black breath sprayed on the fat man's face, the fat man's brain suddenly dizzy, and then he felt that the collar of his clothes seemed to be grabbed by something.

The fat man was sprayed by the black gas, and suddenly there was a very serious feeling of dizziness, and his brain was particularly dizzy, as if he had drunk alcohol.

The thing that grabbed the collar was particularly strong, and at the same time pulled him vigorously, as if he wanted to pull the fat man somewhere.

The fat man was already powerless at the moment, so he could only walk forward with the pull on the collar by feeling.

However, after a few steps, the fat man felt as if his entire body had entered an environment full of dense fog, and a very cool tide was felt by his skin.

I don't know how long it took for the dizziness in the fat man's mind to finally disappear, and then he opened his eyes, and then he found himself lying on the ground, and his body was surrounded by the black or gray wordless tombstones I had seen.

The fat man could guess from the surrounding pattern that this was a place similar to the Underworld Cemetery, but he didn't know where it was, and he didn't know what to call it.

But the only thing he knew was that he was separated from us, not just us, as if he was also separated from the ghost who had brought him here.

The fat man is not that kind of coward, he has survived so many times of life and death before, and the fact that this is just a wordless tombstone will not make him feel afraid, and the fat man firmly believes that I will definitely come to save him, and even thinks about whether to thank me after being rescued from here.

In the fat man's opinion, since there are only tombstones here, he thinks that there will be no danger, and his skills are good, so he wants to walk around, as if he wants to find some street signs that can guide him or something.

The fat man chose a random direction and began to walk forward slowly.

But strange to say, the sky here is actually the night sky, although there is a circle of not very bright night lights around, but when the fat man walks in the corridor between the tombstone and the tombstone, he does not feel that his eyesight is affected much, as if the moon in the sky is illuminating the road ahead for him.

Of course, it was too far away to be dark, but the area within a few tens of meters around him could still be seen by the fat man.

I don't know how long I walked, but the fat man suddenly found that a cigarette butt appeared on the ground a few steps in front of him.

"Huh?"

The fat man's mind was quite thoughtful, and when he saw the cigarette butt that had been extinguished, his heart suddenly chuckled.

"Am I walking back again?"

It was also at this time that the fat man began to pay attention to the situation around him, and when he began to look around, he found that his current position seemed to be extremely similar to the place where he had been lying in the beginning.

The fat man didn't feel anything wrong, and in his mind, it was almost the same, and it wasn't impossible that he had gone the wrong way and walked back.

So, the fat man took out the dagger he was carrying, and drew a mark on a gray stone tablet, which actually meant that he wanted to leave a mark so as not to be heavy again.

After having the mark, the fat man felt secure in his heart, and then collected his thoughts, and walked in the other direction.

However, he was much more careful this time, leaving his mark on the tombstone or on the ground around him from time to time, firstly, so that he could not follow the same path, and secondly, so that the people who saved him or looked for him could follow the mark.

But according to my understanding of fat people, there may be a third meaning, that is, drawing some marks can make fat people feel less bored, or to interrupt the boring walking.

This time, the fat man carved marks from time to time, and looked at the time of the watch on his wrist from time to time, but when he walked forward for another ten minutes, there was a gray scratch caused by the stroke of a dagger blade on a wordless tombstone about four or five meters in front of him.

The fat man was worried now, this time he clearly remembered that he had not taken a bend or a U-turn, and he was seriously moving forward while leaving a mark, except for looking at his watch, as if his eyes had never left the aisle in front of him.

"Could it be that a ghost is hitting the wall?"

The fat man muttered in a deep voice, moved his body slightly to change the aisle, then grabbed the dagger in his backhand and began to run forward quickly, and swiped the dagger towards the wordless tombstones on both sides as he ran.

He actually did this to prove that what happened to him was not a ghost hitting the wall, but when he gasped and stopped, the kind of mark he left behind was actually revealed on a tombstone with his eyes staring.

The fat man was finally sure what he had encountered, but he didn't know much about Taoism and couldn't come up with a way to break the ghost wall, and it was at this time that he realized that I had always been not a useless crispy.

The fat man's eyes were dripping, and his eyes slowly began to circle around the front to find the source of the ghost wall on him, but his method did not allow him to find what he was looking for, and after looking at it a few times, the fat man finally gave up his efforts, and then sat down in place and began to regain his strength.

While smoking and resting, he continued to think of a way, but what he was thinking about the most at this time was actually hoping that I would appear here to rescue him as soon as possible.

It was at this time that the fat man heard someone whispering something somewhere behind him, and when he stood up curiously and looked over to the place where the muttering sounded, he saw me standing with my back to him from the place where I had stood before, thinking about something.

It was also because of this discovery that when the fat man saw me, he would say "It's really you" with a hint of surprise.

After listening to the fat man's words, I came to the wordless tombstone where he left the dagger scratch, reached out and touched the seal on it, and said, "Are you sure it's a ghost hitting the wall?" ”

"It should be, anyway, no matter how you go, you will always appear on the road you have walked, in your Taoism, isn't this just a ghost hitting the wall!"

(To be continued.) ）