The dawn of dawn could not penetrate the fog, revealing only a faint glimmer of light.

A cold mist enveloped the prison like a woman's veil.

The pale and bare walls loomed like a ferocious beast.

The prison full of horror has not yet woken up, and the people are sleeping, but the evil aura has long been unbearable......

The candle dragon rubbed his nose involuntarily, the cold, rotten air made his nose very uncomfortable. The smell of blood mixed in the air made his nose very unpleasant.

That touch of loss also came quietly at this moment.

Across his black eyes, across his eyebrows, tangled between his eyebrows.

The cold wind infects the corners of his clothes, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Looking at the lost cemetery in front of you, perhaps since it was built, there has never been a mess.

I saw that all the tombs had been opened, but the dry bones in them had long been gone.

Ji Qiang followed closely behind him and also watched this extremely strange scene.

However, he was keenly aware that all this was not done by tomb robbers.

I saw that the tattered and rotten coffin was broken open from the inside.

It was as if it had been torn apart by some terrible creature with its razor-sharp claws.

The hard coffin left countless deep claw marks, and the freshly turned soil exuded a fishy and rotten smell, all of which told the root of the matter......

Who is doing this?

Ji Qiang was extremely confused and puzzled!

At this time, the thin mist that was supposed to be strained became more and more dense. A black resentment seeped out involuntarily. It was as if there were countless ghosts screaming in his ears......

At this moment, Ji Qiang suddenly felt that in this thick mist, there seemed to be a vague figure walking towards him.

Under the gaze of his deep eyes, a hobbled old man appeared in front of him.

I saw that his old face was made up of countless wrinkles as deep as ravines.

The pair of cloudy and godless eyes looked up and down Ji Qiang's body.

Covered by a few sparse gray whiskers, the shriveled lips kept muttering to himself.

It seems to tell a bizarre and terrible thing, but it is mysterious and impossible to understand.

He looked around at the messy cemetery, and his pale face revealed a hint of solemnity.

Ji Qiang looked at the old man who appeared mysteriously with a frightened face.

calmed down the constantly turbulent mood a little, and then said with a respectful face: "Old man, what are you doing, how did you appear here."

When the mysterious old man heard this, he tried to straighten his waist, which was already bent and could no longer bend it.

Opening his bloodless lips, he answered Ji Qiang's question with difficulty: "I am the night watchman of this cemetery, and I live in a nearby bungalow."

When Ji Qiang heard this, he hurriedly asked: "Then what happened to this cemetery, how did it become like this."

I saw that the old man who was keeping vigil opened his shriveled lips and no longer showed a trace of words.

But that thrilling scene has long been deeply engraved in his fragile heart.

He didn't know what to do to describe the terrible situation.

Suddenly, his face turned rosy, revealing the extremely strange and terrifying scene.

At that time, the dark night infected with ink was filled with a blood-red wave.

The rolling blood clouds devoured the inky night sky little by little.

Until the entire night sky, infected with boundless blood. The blood-colored viscosity that was close to the substance was constantly surging, gradually shaping into a blood-colored demon, and it was presented hideously.

The blood-colored demon tore the sky apart with its arms that flowed with red slime.

It constantly distorted the already very fragile space, until the last moment, this space filled with endless blood completely collapsed.

Countless demons no longer wanted to bear the oppression of loneliness, and one by one the pale and terrible skeletons smashed through the cage and ran out of the dirt.

There will be no more quiet moments in this world in the future, and countless unjust souls are wandering miserably.

The mysterious night watchman recounted little by little with a restless expression.

Ji Qiang finally froze after hearing this, and looked at the mysterious old man of the night watch with a wooden expression.

He couldn't believe that such a strange thing could happen in a society full of modern civilization.

The mysterious old man looked at Ji Qiang, who had already fallen into dementia, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he handed him a yellowed and ancient book, and then quietly left.