The sky was gray, the trees were gray-black, and the air was not only bloody but also foul-smelling. It seems that everything is the coming of the end, you can see and feel, but you can't touch it, you can't resist it.

Yang Jun didn't know that this was the first time he felt in his body, the skin and flesh on his body had been cut off piece by piece, and now it looked like a skeleton full of blood.

It seemed that something was in the way, could it be the person who chopped him up, the flesh of his body had been completely removed, and now he was going to attack his head?

Something came in from the top of his head at once, his eyes widened, his mouth stretched out, and this time it was no longer painless. But the pain of being directly cut a hole in the top of the head has paralyzed the entire cranial nerves, and the consciousness is still so clear.

It was a cylindrical object, and it was stabbing into his skull, and a stream of liquid slid down his forehead and across the corners of his eyes and landed on Yang Jun's lips. A few drops had fallen into his mouth, and it was something that flowed out of his skull, awake, a soft piece, a bit like eating tofu flowers.

But what made him feel even more terrifying was that a hand had reached into his mouth, and the whole mouth was stretched wide open, and the corners of his mouth had cracked to both sides.

But the hand didn't pay any attention to it, and he grabbed Yang Jun's slippery tongue. There was a tugging sensation in his throat, and there was a feeling of blockage that he couldn't breathe, and Yang Jun could imagine what would happen next

Sure enough, the hand pulled hard, and with a "glance", a slightly curled tongue fell in front of him. At a glance, it was more than ten centimeters long, the tip of the tongue was upward, and the whole tongue was still trembling, but he had not yet accepted the fact that he had left the body. At the end of the tongue, the flesh was uneven, and there was a long ribbon attached to it, but it had been stained red with blood.

Zhang's eyes also ushered in its fate, two fingers clamped his eye sockets and squeezed hard, Yang Jun felt that the eyeballs had been squeezed out except for a blood connection.

The wind can blow through his body, a kind of coolness felt from his bones, and the wind touched by the surface of his bones, which makes him have to believe that these are real. From the time he was beheaded, his fingers chopped off, and then his flesh removed, Yang Jun could feel the blade cut into his body, and the blade cut into the flesh and blood giving a cold touch.

The sound of the body being cut into pieces, and the sound of broken bones cutting off fingers and toes, Yang Jun could clearly hear, see, and feel.

But he couldn't see who was manipulating his body, and he didn't know what the purpose of that person was, so he refused to let him die like this. Even though all positions in his body have been lost, he is still alive and well, and his consciousness is still left to him.

Death, when the word came to Yang Jun's mind again, followed by an unfamiliar voice. "Do you believe you're dead? Do you think you should still be alive like this? ”

Yes, I've become like this, I don't even have the ability to move, should I still be alive?

Why is there a voice in his head, he can't even raise a trace of doubt, and his mind begins to follow the voice, maybe under infinite fear, a sentence suddenly heard will become a guiding word. I will not doubt who said it, and I will not doubt the purpose of the words.

"Accept? Accept the fact that you are tired of death, and you will be free. ”

The voice sounded again, and Yang Jun didn't know that he was being guided slowly towards death. All he could do was keep asking himself in his head, accept?

"I... Pick up..."

He found that he could open his mouth to speak without a tongue, but it seemed to be limited, and he could only say three words. As Yang Jun's voice fell, the eyelids that could only be opened round began to slowly close. Consciousness was no longer so clear, and a black mist was drifting in my mind, and at the same time, the coolness of the wind blowing through the skeleton was disappearing.

Is this death?

Yang Jun asked himself like this, feeling really relieved, that voice did not lie to himself.

He opened his dry mouth, and the smell of blood rushed into his nose, and the bright red blood rushed down the two mouths in his mind.

Just as he was about to say the last word

"Smack!"

Yang Jun opened his eyes suddenly, his face was hot and painful, and he reached out and touched his face, as if it was swollen, and his entire left cheek was already bulging.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and he actually reached out and touched his cheek. Looking at it again, the head is good and the head is on the neck, and the body is not missing two pounds, and it is still a complete self.

"I... Not dead? ”

"You want to die, but I saved you." Ling Xueyan's voice only sounded a little different, Yang Jun looked at her who was squatting beside her, and his eyes were a snow-white thigh. Squinting his eyes, he forcibly suppressed the itching that had been provoked in his heart, and he saw that Ling Xueyan's eyes were a little moist, as if they had just cried, and they were slightly red and swollen.

As if sensing Yang Jun's gaze, Ling Xueyan turned around and didn't look at him. just said softly: "I was waiting for a big one just now, and I was accidentally blown into my eyes by the sand." ”

Is it a delusion? Yang Jun asked herself, but Ling Xueyan said that it was the sand that got into her eyes, and she didn't have much to say. His gaze moved to the side, Yang Tian was lying on the ground like him, his body was rising and falling steadily, thinking that Ling Xueyan was worried that the two of them would die like this, so he cried.

"Just now, what happened, it felt so real. I thought I was going to die. Looking at the white clouds constantly drifting in the sky, Yang Jun said with some emotion. His expression seemed to be a little anticipatory, the invasion of death. For some reason, Yang Jun felt physically and mentally exhausted at that moment, and release was relief.

Ling Xueyan's beautiful eyes blinked slightly, and a sense of loss appeared in her heart, and Yang Jun filtered out her mood again. The sourness in her heart is that there is something that has not been taken seriously, but she just can't say what it is.

Then there was silence and no more words, until they returned to school, and nothing strange happened. The ghost shop, including Jiang Shi, who was called the boss, had disappeared cleanly. When they came out of the ghost realm, they were already on a deserted grave.

In fact, when Yang Jun was eroded by the ghost realm, Ling Xueyan experienced a different scene, she did not have her body cut off like Yang Jun. It was the person who was cutting Yang Jun's body, it was herself, who raised the audience's knife and cut off the flesh and blood from Yang Jun's body piece by piece.

The touch was so real that it was almost confusing. Ling Xueyan's heart has always resisted this matter, and she remained silent on the way back to school, without saying a word.

It seemed like it had just passed, and for a whole week, nothing had happened to the coffee house, and the spooky wreath shop was gone. Of course, those paper people who can move will also disappear, and perhaps include Lu Qingshuang, who has become a paper man.

They didn't have any clues, and for a week, except for recuperating from their injuries, they had been in a state of uneasiness. Each other's hearts are pressed with a big stone, as long as Lu Qingshuang is still in the other party's hands, this stone will not fall.

Today, Yang Jun is still echoing in the old street of Jiushan Village, and she has been here since the second day after she bandaged her wounds. Occasionally, some figures walking around the old street will look at this strangely, sometimes standing, sometimes squatting; Or a boy leaning against a tree, or leaning against a wall.

"Well, is it still not?" Yang Jun sighed and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand. Originally, he didn't smoke, but in the troubles of these few days, he began to accept this thing that countless men called "friends". That slightly bitter taste really seems to temporarily dilute the bitterness in my heart.

Yang Jun's figure looked a little depressed against the backdrop of dusk, and the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled patches of gold, which also stretched his figure slender.

Just as he looked up slightly to look ahead, he was stunned, and a familiar back figure stood in front of the door of the Rainy Night Coffee House, looking at her hesitating. Yang Jun was like being struck by lightning in an instant, and his thoughts returned to his body from thousands of miles away, wasn't that Lu Qingshuang who he and Yang Tian were looking forward to at night? Isn't that the guy they want to get back?

Yang Jun turned into two steps and ran over, and the pretty figure was facing away from him, so he had to run in front of her. I am constantly looking forward to it, hoping that the face I will see will not make him feel strange, and I hope it will be the person I want to see.

Finally, he saw it, it was that familiar face, it was such a familiar appearance. Yang Jun hugged Lu Qingshuang in his arms, everything was air at this moment, except for her, it seemed that everything became unimportant.

"It's great that you're back. You're finally back. Yang Jun cried with joy, strong tears slid out of the corners of his eyes, swept the corners of his mouth, and brought in a trace of bitterness.

It's just that he didn't notice, not far away, listening to a strange convertible car. None of the passers-by seemed to be able to see the car, including the two strange people sitting on it.

In the passenger seat, there was a man who was only black, and he could only see his eyes in black, but on the driver's seat sat a paper man strangely, and the paper man's two hands were on the steering wheel of the car. At first glance, this car is clearly a paper car, with headlights and body, which look like they will be broken with a stab.

Lu Qingshuang didn't speak, her expression was a little wooden, but a pair of big eyes looked straight at the black man in the car not far away.

Looking at each other, when Lu Qingshuang blinked and looked again, the car the man was sitting in had already started and drove towards a wall.

ps: Huhu, I've been thinking about it for a long time. The horror coffee house is over, and Jiang Shi is a pit, so he will keep it behind. Let's look forward to the heartbeat that the next volume will bring you!

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