I reached out and photographed not even a person, but a piece of cold skin, maybe even just a piece of clothing.

I was stunned for a long time and didn't come back to my senses, and my brain seemed to be turned over and chaotic.

The man was hidden in the black mist, like a dead man holding his sickle,

Suddenly, a pair of black hands slowly brushed over my shoulders, stretched out from behind and gently placed them on my shoulders, and all the hairs exploded and stood up.

I was frightened, and I poked back with the whip in my hand, and I heard an "ouch".

It's the voice of Lao Hei, it's true.

The candle shone from behind me, and was about to be extinguished by my poke, and two long shadows stretched out in front of me by the candlelight.

I didn't have time to pay attention to the screams behind me, and then I looked ahead, and the bridge went straight to the dark fog, where was there still someone, the thing that pretended to be old black, was gone!

I turned my head to look back, Lao Hei was holding his stomach, curled up on the bridge and couldn't stop spasming, I poked it too hard, it happened to be smashed on Lao Hei's soft underbelly, and I couldn't say a word about this thing.

He tried his best to control the candle so that it would not be extinguished due to the tilting of the candle due to body convulsions, and the blood-red wax oil continued to flow into his hands, and he couldn't care about it, so it could be seen that the injury was not light.

I hurriedly got up from the ground ~ one ~ this ~ read ~ small ~ said ~ ybdu come, go help Lao Hei.

He kept his head down, twitching incessantly, and made no sound at all.

My head was covered with sweat, and I pulled the old black arm and whispered, "Are you okay?" ”

Lao Hei didn't speak, he seemed to be in great pain, his whole body trembled like sifting chaff, he didn't care about talking at all, the candle was constantly shaken out of the wax oil, the wax oil seemed to be more than the whole candle, like tears kept flowing out, and after a while, it was wrapped in the outer layer of the entire thread knitting glove, wrapped around Lao Hei's hand, forming a red fist posture.

I was shocked, how could so much wax oil flow out!

In a hurry, I stretched out my hand and wanted to pull out the candle from Lao Hei's hand, but the candle had burned very short, and it was still tightly held by Lao Hei, I had no choice but to pick the blood-red wax oil layer on his hand, the candle seemed to melt, and the endless wax oil continued to flow to Lao Hei's arm, and there was a tendency to wrap his entire arm.

I vigorously peeled off a layer of wax.

Old Hei suddenly whimpered and let out a groan of pain.

The wax oil was sticking to the old black skin, and I picked it off alive, so frightened that I hurriedly threw it out, exclaiming, "Throw away the candle!" ”

Lao Hei slowly raised his head, his hair was trembling with him, and the skin on his forehead was constantly shrinking, and when I saw his face, it was even more terrifying than seeing a ghost, and I almost fainted with fright.

Fear instantly turned into anger and rushed from my heart.

I swung the whip and smashed it at Lao Hei with all my strength.

This is not black at all, a dark and blue face, wrinkled skin like dry bark, two eyeballs hanging on the cheeks, constantly turning, the mouth as if torn, revealing bloody gums, black teeth are constantly falling out.

The whip was swung out, this stick definitely has the strength of hundreds of catties, even if it hits a normal person, I firmly believe that it will be enough to fly out.

But hitting this person's head was like being knocked into a fog, and my body was carried by this power and almost rushed out of the side of the bridge, and his body instantly turned into thousands of particles and countless powders.

I stumbled and grabbed the bridge so that I didn't let myself fall into the water, but as the man dissipated, the faint light disappeared and the world went black.

Black, is it the scariest word in the world?

Not necessarily, but black must be the most terrible thing in the world, this black hides countless mysteries and fears, like a huge net, it swallows all colors, leaving only the infinite depth, and the only color of life: black!

Dull, depressing, suffocating, terrifying, hopeless and anxious, like a huge stone falling on my chest, I couldn't breathe, and the river in my ears seemed to be like a sound of urgency, this is hell!

I can't help it on the bridge, I can't talk about it once I pass it, if I hit it, what can I do?

However, the bridge is infinitely long, and this long bridge road does not know where it leads, only endless black. It's just that a small bright spot was suddenly opened in the black, and my eyes were stunned, and the bright spot was like a drop of cinnabar dripping into the inkstone, and the pale red cinnabar continued to expand, slowly tearing the black apart, tearing it apart, and getting bigger and bigger.

It was a dim candle, and the candlelight shone on the face of the person holding the candle, and his eyes were bright, as bright as cold stars, but more than that, they contained a resolute look.

I called out to him softly, "Old black? His voice trembled, as if it had been distorted by air.

The candle shook suddenly, like wax oil dripping on my heart, and I also shook coldly, is that old black?

"Second brother?" Lao Hei also shouted cautiously.

Sure enough, it's Lao Hei, will it be a monster again.

"Where did you go! It scared me to death, I didn't even have a candle. As he said this, the whip in his hand tightened, as long as there was something wrong with this old black, then he would be greeted with a fatal blow.

Lao Hei trotted over with a candle and stood in front of me to look left and right: "I thought you had been following me, but when I turned around, I found that you were gone." ”

I stretched out my whip: "Don't move! Let me pestle first. ”

Lao Hei's eyes widened: "What are you doing!" ”

"Nothing." As he spoke, the whip was already on Lao Hei's heart, and he pushed it hard.

I kept staring at the old black's face, and if anything was wrong with him, I promised to take him down immediately.

After a few pestles, Lao Hei silently did not speak, and looked at me in surprise.

I withdrew the whip: "It's okay, I just hit the ghost." ”

Lao Hei handed me the candle: "I seem to be too, I know that you are following me from behind, and I still hear your footsteps, but when I turn my head to look, there is nothing behind me!" ”

He took out a tape measure from his satchel, two meters in length, and tied one end to my belt, and the other to his belt.

I took the candle, and it was three or four centimeters high, and it was about to burn out.

Lao Hei's face twitched, and he forced out a smile: "So we can't be separated!"

I glanced at the old black with relief, he seemed to have more and more ideas of his own now.

I held out my hand to him and said, "Change the candle, this one is going to go out soon." ”

The road ahead is long, and I don't know life or death. And we seem to be facing a third person who appears out of thin air at any time.

(Three watches every day, 5:00 a.m., 12:00 p.m., 6:35 p.m., new books need motivation, ask for recommendations, ask for collections, ask for rewards.) ）