"What is my surname and what does it ...... you", I subconsciously replied, but before I finished speaking, the temperature around me instantly cooled, damn it, this guy was asking me just now, surnamed An?

I stared at it in a daze, completely unable to think of what to say next. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut I can already be sure that the faceless "man" in front of me is not a monster, he is actually a person. It's not hard to tell from the voice, it's a man. It's just this man, who has no face.

"I don't have any ill intentions, I'm just too lonely." The faceless man said, of course, the voice was muffled from the gaping mouth that had been sealed.

He said he was lonely, did he want me to be his companion? I snorted a haha and deliberately said, "I'm not surnamed Ann." ”

"Believe it or not, get out of here quickly, otherwise, no one will end well. The An family has done enough, there is no need to sacrifice any more. Even if it's thirty years, shouldn't you enjoy it? The faceless man said again, listening to the tone like an elder teaching a junior.

I looked at him blankly, and became more and more flustered, who the hell is this, and why is he talking to me like this. "What do you mean?" Still, I was intrigued.

"Follow me." The faceless man greeted and walked forward.

I was stunned for a while, but the fear in my heart was still not gone, and my body was motionless, because my feet were numb because I was too tight before.

"I once knew a man named An Musheng, are you interested?" Suddenly, the faceless man turned around.

At this point, it was useless for me to hide it, as if he had already seen my heart. Isn't the reason why I'm here because of this man named An Musheng? I smiled wryly, then rubbed my legs, which looked like thousands of ants gnawing, and walked towards him.

There was chaos all around, and I followed him for a few moments before I went through a doorway that was lower than the upper circle, but I knew it wasn't the door behind the mural we had entered the cave. Passing through the doorway, we descended a narrow stone staircase. The stairs are lined with flat stone walls with occasional odd characters.

After walking for a while, I noticed that Chinese Simplified suddenly appeared on the wall. Some of the handwriting was rubbed off, leaving a few words, divided into three lines:

Curse.

Blood Crash.

Life after life.

I didn't understand what this meant, so I turned to the faceless man in front of me and asked, "What is the meaning of these words?" ”

The faceless man looked a little impatient, and without looking back, he agreed, "You don't want to know." ”

I said to myself that this man is so strange, and looking at him like this, it seems like living in this ancient tomb. Thinking of this, I suddenly recalled the diary that Qiuyi showed me, which clearly recorded: Grave keeper.

I was in a trance, looked at the faceless man, and suddenly I had a very strange feeling. Could it be that there is really a tomb keeper in this ancient tomb? It was a game-changer for my worldview.

At the end of the stone steps, there is a narrow passage, still a stone wall, but it seems to have been smoothed out, and to the touch, it feels slippery. We crossed the trail and came to a small circular cave that was squared. In the middle of this cave, there is a chapter of stone beds, and the stone beds are simple covers. On one side of the cave, there is a stone table with four stone chairs, on which are placed several enamel bowls with old notches on the edges, and next to the bowls are two broken branches. On the other side of the cave is a glorious mural. Not far from the mural, there was a mess of clothes, food bags, tape recorders, matchboxes, candles, fast food boxes, bullet casings, sapper shovels, pill boxes, and so on.

Judging from the situation in the cave, this should be the living quarters of the faceless man. Sure enough, after I walked around the surrounding cave walls, the faceless man said to himself, "If it's you, how long can you stay here?" ”

I was stunned, I didn't expect the faceless man to say such a sentence, and said casually: "Three days, this is the limit." ”

The faceless man got a candle out of nowhere, lit it on the stone table, and beckoned me over, and I was so ruthless that I immediately went and sat down in front of him.

At this time, I could see the subtleties on the faceless man's face, it was not that he had no eyes, but that his eyes were narrowed into a fine line, and the nostrils were the same, and the tight hole was the size of two toothpicks, and the mouth was a long slit.

When the faceless man saw me staring at him, he didn't care, but threw me a stack of papers from under the table. I took the paper suspiciously, glanced at it casually, and was immediately startled.

On these papers, some names are densely written. Strangely, all the names start with An, and obviously, these people are all surnamed An. In the last column of the person's name, a familiar name suddenly appeared, An Musheng. Not only that, but after each name, there is an Arabic numeral "25".

"What does that number mean?" I asked.

"Let's put it this way, 25 is a limit, like you just said 'three days'. As for the names on them, you're bound to know them one day, but to be honest, I don't want you to know. But I can't stop you, my time has come. At this last moment, I can see you, and I am satisfied. I have called you here because I am the grave keeper of this tomb, and I know everything about this tomb best. With that to say, I just want to advise you to leave. When people live, they must always look forward, and you should not go back. I ......" Before the faceless man could finish speaking, he suddenly leaned back, and with a "bang", he slammed into the ground. I looked over and shivered towards his chest, but his heart was gone.

I was suddenly at a loss, and I hadn't even begun to digest what the faceless man had said, but I vaguely remembered him saying that my time had come. I dragged the faceless man to the stone bed in the middle of the cave and covered him with the dirty bedding on the bed. The futons already smelled strong, but since this was where he lived, he probably wouldn't care.

After the faceless man breathed, I folded the papers with the names on them and put them in a sealed bag in my backpack, and walked towards the mural. The mural shows a wizard and a warlock alchemy, which is very understandable, ancient people usually had the habit of refining various pills, especially the emperor, who tried his best to want someone to practice an elixir for him.

The wizard and the warlock looked normal, but next to them, there were two babies, both two-year-old, a man and a woman, who were particularly dazzling, because there was a cut in their wrists, and the bright red paint made the blood stains in the mouth even more bloody.