In the midst of this endless wilderness, a blue-black corpse slowly opened its eyes.

The corpse's expression was blank, and there were two pupils in its dim eyes. The muscles are dry and strong, and the strange tattoos are densely packed all over the body, not at all like ordinary ghouls.

If you are knowledgeable, you will be amazed.

Because all of the evil spells painted on its body are all evil spells, all kinds of evil arts throughout the ages. Especially the bloody ancient seal of the word "ghost" behind it, which is huge and rugged, is still conspicuous.

It doesn't seem to be simple.

The strangest thing is that this corpse is different from ordinary zombies, and a trace of humanized thinking flashed in its indifferent eyes, which is extremely terrifying.

"Where is this?!" the tall zombie struggled to sit up. His stiff neck writhed hard, only to find that he could only see the endless wasteland.

"Hell? or... The world?"

Looking at the surroundings, his eyes couldn't help but dim, obviously there was nowhere here.

"What happened, why am I here, and who am I?"

His eyes were confused and confused, like a traveler who had just woken up, ignorant and helpless.

"Oh!" the zombie shook its head in pain suddenly, and a hoarse sound came out of its throat. Holding his head curled up on the ground and convulsing.

"Ahh It hurts!"

A low roar lingered in the moor for a long time, like a wounded beast.

He was very uncomfortable, his brain seemed to have dried up, and the thought of something was in terrible pain. The only remaining memories are also full of blank space except for sporadic fragments.

This place is hell for him in a trance.

"Who am I?

The tall ghoul dragged his stiff body to his feet, shuffling into the distance.

.......

In the endless desert, all that catches your eye is the overwhelming gloom. But there was something else in the gloom.

Like the little mire in the distance that hasn't dried up.

The small quagmire is not big, there is not much water, but the mud accounts for half of it.

There can't be a true plant oasis in the Hungry Ghost Path, so this little quagmire is the only place in the lifeless world that has some illusion of life.

I don't know how long the quagmire has been around or what it was like in the first place. It's just that under the scorching of this dark sun, now it has more and more mud and less and less water. At first glance, I couldn't tell the difference between it and the cracked ground.

The only thing that made it a little different was a stumbling corpse swaying towards it.

The corpse was tall, blue and black, naked. It was the blue-black zombie just now.

It's just that its steps are staggering, and it's no different from other walking corpses. In his eyes, there is no longer the trace of humanity just now.

The blue-black zombies as they walked did not notice the mud pond in front of them. Stumbling left and right, he still walked in a straight line.

It didn't take long for a long time to fall into the mud pond as expected.

When I looked at it, I saw that his feet had slipped and his face was down, and his whole body was lying on his stomach in the mire and swamp.

As time passed, it sank into the mud little by little.

The corpse slowly sank above the mud, and for a moment it was no longer visible, except for a vague outline grazed with mud.

And it was as if he had lost his mind, and he didn't struggle, letting himself sink into the small quagmire little by little.

Bones, ghosts, rakshasas, hideous faces...

The cool mud enveloped its limbs, especially the confused head. His confused nerves felt cool and comfortable.

"Ahh

The tall zombie suddenly became an agitated spirit. In the quagmire, a carp stiffened and suddenly turned over from its stomach.

There was a flutter, and the mud overflowed. When he looked at it again, he was holding his head straight up, barely showing his head. His body was stuck in the mud like a candle.

"What's wrong with me!"

The blue-faced ghost, who barely poked his head out, looked at the smelly mud around him. In the middle of gasping for air, the viscous mud slipped down his face, and a chill welled up in his heart.

However, the previous action stirred the mud, and the body sank faster.

"No.. Don't!"

I don't know how long the little quagmire has been here, but the mud in it is very deep. Before he finished speaking, the mud just didn't reach his mouth.

I don't know what kind of bad luck this blue and black ghoul suffered, he just came to the Hungry Ghost Road, and he was killed before he woke up.

The zombies kept struggling, but the more they struggled in the mud, the faster they sank. But in a few moments, there was no movement on the mud pond.

The zombies have sunk into the mud and are no longer alive.

......

When the sun was setting, the white sun set in the sky, but it also shone red on those few plain solitary clouds.

Although it is not a burning cloud, it still has a unique charm in this lonely ghost place.

In the afterglow, the only remaining water surface of the small quagmire ripples with a golden luster, and under the wind, it sparkles.

On the edge of the small mud pool, a tall body covered with dirt has been lying here for an unknown amount of time. The mud on his body was a little dry, wrapped around his body like pieces of tortoise shell.

The blue and black zombie lay for an unknown amount of time before slowly sitting up. Looking at the sunset, I sighed.

He had sunk into the mud before, but he had been in the mud for a long time before he found out. He is a zombie and cannot be drowned.

Feeling it, the heart has long stopped beating, and naturally there is no need to breathe.

Therefore, the quicksand and silt that is fatal to ordinary people cannot endanger his life, after all, he is already a dead person.

Of course, although it can't be life-threatening, it is really wasted to get out of it.

Sinking into the mud, the filthy mud pit resembles an abyssal swamp. After a while, it is for him to call the heavens and the earth. Under the shaking limbs, every place is like a thousand catties. It's very slow and laborious, let alone let the mire flow and float itself.

I don't know how long it took to be like this, and he gradually lost his patience when his heart was burning. But at this moment, the soles of the feet felt a soft and tenacious feeling.

It turned out that over time, he had sunk to the bottom of the mud pool. What is touched under your feet has changed from a soft thin mud to a slightly more reliable bottom.

Although it is still miserable, it finally has a focus and sees a glimmer of hope.

So the blue and black ghouls stepped on the bottom of the pool, one deep and one shallow, and walked with difficulty under the heavy pressure of the mire.

Along the way, it took seven or eight hours to walk. By the time it came out, the dim sun in the sky was already setting.

So there was the scene where I began to collapse next to the quagmire.

The blue and black ghoul sighed heavily, extremely tired all over his body, and he couldn't ease down after lying down for a long time. This fatigue comes from the bottom of the quagmire, but more from the heart.

Looking at the sunset, he also said beautifully, but he couldn't hide the emptiness in his heart. Misfortune in the chaos, sober up but still can't remember his identity.

"The world is illusory, and hearsay is also famous. ”

A chaotic and obscure verse casually came out, but at this time when the sun was setting, the blue and black ghouls were humming and still a little appropriate.