Step by step, I patiently found the place where I was ambushed with my uncle, the place is still there, but it is overgrown with weeds, it seems that my uncle has not been here for a long time, but on the other hand, it also shows that my uncle is a very trustworthy person, which means that there is a great possibility that my uncle is safe and sound.

I couldn't help but feel a little happy in my heart, for the length of the weed must have been growing undisturbed for months, and it had only been three days since my uncle had disappeared completely.

But then the question arises, should I go back to my ghostly life or stay here to find out? I can't afford to be sloppy, because I could be killed if I stayed here for a second longer, even though it was in broad daylight.

I hesitated for a moment, but finally chose the former, and I couldn't help but think to myself: Uncle please forgive me, a ten-year-old weakling, what is terrible everything that suddenly poured out of the "squeaky" coffin!

After making sure that my uncle was probably fine, I subconsciously began to retreat, first trotting, and then uncontrollably rushing forward, as if something was chasing me.

But by the time I came to my senses, it was too late, for no matter how much I ran, I couldn't get out, and it was as if the thousands of graves, large and small, had been enchanted, and no matter how long I had chosen a direction to rush forward, when I stopped and looked closely, I would always be in that place, the place where my uncle and I had laid an ambush!

But just as I was sweating profusely, it happened that a man was about to slip out of the village cautiously to search for some food in the fields next to the graveyard.

I saw him at a glance and, as if grasping at the last straw before death, began to shout frantically at him: "Help me! Uncle! Help me!"

But the man, as if he had heard the roar of a ghost, did not even look at me, and ran into the village again, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After the end of the "help" faded away, a deathly silence ensued in the middle of the great forest, and strangely there was not even a single insect call, let alone a bird.

Of course, I didn't have the energy to bother with that now, so I glanced around helplessly again, and sat down almost weakly, now I had nothing more to do than suffocate the wait.

Although I had a clear premonition that something even more horrible would happen here at midnight, there was no escape!

But I didn't want to give up completely and sit still, so I hurriedly disposed of the weeds in the hole, disguised as flat ground, and lay down in it with complete bated breath, my eyes staring straight ahead, where the great lonely grave should be.

However, when I carefully put my body in completely, a very strange scene happened, and the big lonely tomb suddenly appeared in front of my eyes at some point.

Moreover, its surroundings were extremely dark, as if it was shrouded in an extremely heavy black air, and even in the afternoon when the sun was still very thick, it was obviously in the evening when the fingers could not be reached......

I looked up at the sky, and roughly estimated the time, there were still eight hours until twelve o'clock in the night, which was enough for me to get a good rest, although it was probably impossible to sleep, but after the toss just now, I was already physically and mentally exhausted.

But I felt that I had just closed my eyes not long before the sky suddenly became as black as ink, and the familiar sound of "squeak..." aroused all the nerve cells in my body again.

I trembled and searched for the origin of this "squeak...", and finally my eyes fell on the large lonely grave in the middle.

I thought this was over.,Directly the boss comes out.,I guess it won't leave me room to play at all.,It's definitely a one-hit kill.。

Thinking of death, the mood has become much lighter, and it seems that at many critical times in life, I have to think more openly, so that I can be calm, and calm is the premise of solving all problems. Besides, I watched the Dead Soul being killed by his father three years ago, so I don't think I'll come out to pierce my heart again, right?!

But I was obviously naïve, because my uncle had just said, "Dead souls come from hell!" Does something from hell die? I'm really going to lie to myself.

With the "squeak" in the big lonely grave... The sound stopped abruptly, and the blood-red coffin stood upright again, but this time it didn't come with the five small ones.

"Bang...", the heavy coffin fell to the ground, but in the smoky cold air, I clearly saw a flash of light, extremely powerful.

I cautiously stayed in the cave for another minute or so, and seeing that nothing terrible had happened, and then I dared to move closer to the blood-red light in curiosity.

But what happened next was completely beyond my expectations, nearly 3,000 coffins in a non-stop "squeak... Squeak...", they all stood up.

I was so frightened that I stood there stupidly, and then 3,000 corpses with blood all over my body poured towards me, and all of them ran very fast.

And I also woke up in an instant, turned around and ran towards the big red coffin, reached out and casually touched the thing that seemed to be a weapon, pulled it up and slashed at a zombie closest to me, directly cut off the neck, and then turned around and cut off the heads of the three zombies behind after taking off......

However, somehow, the four corpses spurted out a column of blood that sprayed all of them on my body at once, and in the chest of my heart, a pink blood-dripping sycamore flower appeared.

And all the zombies seemed to be conscious, and when they saw this amazing scene, they all stopped, and thousands of pairs of bloodshot eyes looked straight at my chest.

I seized the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief, and gently retracted the knife, but this one was not tight, because in the gap between my eyes, I could clearly see that the knife was the one that the general's personal guard had used to block the arm of the dead soul three years ago, and it was jet black, only the blade was as white as snow.

Looking at the realistic animal ornaments that can only be found in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", I can see at a glance that it is an excellent ancient gilt knife, which is plated with excellent black gold, and kills people without blood.

Holding it in my hand, even if I don't know any martial arts, I can easily dance a set of excellent sword techniques.

In the scattered moonlight in the graveyard, I looked almost intently at the black gilt knife that gave me enough courage to survive unconsciously, and I felt that my whole body was full of strength, and I did not feel tired or afraid at all.

However, with the familiar rustling sound behind my ears, I was kicked out more than ten meters in response, the strength and speed were by no means comparable to ordinary zombies.

He must be here, I thought to myself.

It seemed that there was a great possibility that I would be doomed today, and I shook my head, which was already a little delirious, and struggled to stand up, wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth, and my eyes were nailed to the familiar black thing.

"Gilded knives! Looks like the old man likes you very much!" After saying that, he smiled strangely again.

"But alas, tomorrow its owner will be me! Giggle..."

I should be speechless, no matter what time I have to rely on strength to speak, right? And for him to be able to take the white blade with one hand, do I have any chance of winning?

But you can't always use silence to completely expose your weakness, although you are doomed to lose, but you can't lose all your aura!

"Since the old man likes me so much, how do you know that he didn't put the method of killing you in the coffin and tell me, aren't you afraid at all?" I pretended to be fearless, but I didn't dare to take my eyes off for a moment, and I watched it very closely.

Although the Dead Soul tried his best to hide it, I could see the fear in his wandering eyes at a glance, and I had been practicing my ability to observe people in obscurity for ten years, because few people in life wanted to talk to me, and I never stopped exploring them curiously, even if it was just a trace of eyes and movements.

But although the result was as I expected, the Dead Souls did not intend to retreat, but summoned one of his personal guards, wearing an impressive all-gold sword.

It seems that my chance has come, but this opportunity is pitiful, and I must kill him with one move, otherwise there will be no room for me to make a move......

"Kill him!" As the Necrosouls gave me an order, the grave that had stood still for a moment began to boil again, nearly 3,000 corpses and golden sword guards poured in from all directions, while the Necrosouls deliberately hid aside and waited for the opportunity to kill me completely.

The Golden Knife Guard was the fastest of the bunch, but it was also the hardest to deal with, but one good thing was that I had time with the normal zombies so I could concentrate on him alone.

But the strength of the Golden Knife Guard is a little terrifying, it doesn't seem to be under the dead soul at all, no matter how I look at this blow, I can't dodge it, there is no way, in a hurry, I can only choose to sacrifice a left arm in exchange for the safety of my entire life.

The moment the Golden Knife Guard rushed in front of me, I quickly flipped on my side, my left hand first in a clear grip shape, tempting him to take advantage of the situation to pick off my left hand, while my right hand quickly flipped the handle of the knife and stabbed him in the heart.

All this was done in an instant, and the hordes of zombies were all around me at this time, I could only draw the knife without stopping, and took off into the air with a 360-degree rotation, the golden knife guard and the heads of the five zombies were cut off by my very sharp knife, but before my body hit the ground, the dead soul approached in an instant, and a quick blow passed through my heart......

In just an instant, I felt my whole body soften, but I still took the opportunity to return the hand and give the Dead Soul a blow, in the weakness, I didn't obviously feel that I hit him, it was probably that he flashed too fast, and at this time he was already ten meters away from me, only vaguely heard him muttering: "Dripping blood sycamore flower ......"