Feng Ling let go of him after reading it, and Duan Gouzi sat on the ground with his mouth tightly closed, with disgust in his eyes, not disgusted that Feng Ling forced him to open his mouth, but disgusted with his disgusting appearance.

La, la, la, la! Burn!

The sun was about to set when the wind came ashore, and the sky was even darker, and it was almost dark.

Feng Ling's ears were good, and he heard a strange sound, but the sound was ethereal, as if it was dancing merrily, and there were bursts of rhythmic drums and clapping, and faint weeping. The sound seemed to come from the depths of Futaba Town, as if someone was having a party.

Feng Ling didn't believe that anyone was holding a party, and such a thing happening in such a place would only make her feel supernatural, but fortunately, she was not afraid of ghosts.

Feng Ling's ears judged the direction of the sound, and he was about to chase after the winding wood, but the boy, who had never moved much, shook his head at her violently, made an ugly ah-ah sound, and then closed the door of the courtyard with a nervous face, and turned his back to the door, looking like he didn't go out.

Feng Ling raised his eyebrows and didn't move, and the boy seemed to know that he was waiting for an explanation for this behavior, so he squatted down and wrote two words on the ground with difficulty.

The ground under his feet was not soft, and he wrote very laboriously, and even most of it needed to be grasped with his fingernails, but his body was a little rotten, and when his fingers touched the ground, some rotten flesh would fall, but he didn't feel pain, so he redoubled his strength, and after the two words were written, only the white bones of the flesh were left on the tips of the index fingers.

Feng Ling walked to his side and saw those two words clearly, one by one, he would die.

Duan Gouzi looked at Feng Ling with a panicked face, shook his head at her, and tried his best to persuade her not to go out, Feng Ling glanced at him and said nothing.

The sound of gongs and drums is not an illusion, the volume has increased a lot in a short period of time, and there is even a tendency to come this way, Duan Gouzi pursed his lips and boldly wanted to pull Feng Ling's hand, Feng Ling wanted to see what he was going to do, so he was pulled away very smoothly.

He pulled Feng Ling to a corner of the wall, pointed to the gap where he looked out, and gestured with his hand several times, thanks to Feng Ling because of the cloth and simply studied sign language, otherwise I really didn't understand what he was gesturing.

They'll come over and look from here.

Feng Ling didn't lean over to look, because this is a corner of the wall, Feng Ling's perception can't find the boy, if she takes a serious look at it, she will completely give his back to him, although the boy is weak to death, but in case there is any hole card can she is not impossible, Feng Ling has always been vigilant towards strangers, even if the other party is just a boy.

Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious, before you really trust a person, Feng Ling will keep the greatest suspicion of any of his behavior, and once she trusts a person, she will give all her trust.

The sound of gongs and drums getting closer and closer, and the music they beat was joyful, but it only felt eerie and terrifying in such an environment.

There is no electric light here, there is no moon at night, the yard is pitch black, Feng Ling has good eyesight, but now he can only see the outline of the boy, and he has no vision without the ability to perceive, and Feng Ling and the blind man are almost the same.

After releasing the black queen, Feng Ling looked out through the gap with peace of mind, she restrained her breath, and no one of her rank would perceive her.

In the distance, a group of people were approaching, dressed in clean white clothes, like a group of ghosts in the black night, they were knocking on the door of the house with gongs and drums, but the slight knocking was overshadowed by the solemn drumming. None of the doors opened, and the men did not care, and continued to knock on one by one, and soon came to the boy's door.

Knock knock

Someone returned a sentence, but because it was a dialect, Feng Ling didn't understand.

Closer, Feng Ling saw the faces of this group of Rao clearly, their eyes were a little hollow, without the agility of the boy's eyes, but they could communicate, it seemed that they were also a little human-conscious, and the skin had the same rot as the boy, but the degree was relatively light, not so serious, at first glance I thought it was a human.

The system was normal at this time, and scanned all their information.

The strength is all at the first level, and the name is all written with failure

Humanization.

A boy can still be a coincidence of nature, and now there is a group of people who can't get by by coincidence.

The group knocked on the boy's door and waited for three seconds, then continued to knock on the doors of other houses, repeating the same process until they had finished the street.

The sound of gongs and drums was far away, Duan Gouzi was obviously relieved, and then found that Feng Ling's expression was much more restrained when he looked at him, and he began to compare sign language after he found that Feng Ling could understand sign language, but sign language also has dialects, and it is impossible to see clearly in the dark night, but the boy's sign language is fast and non-standard, and Feng Ling only understands seven, seven, eight, eight.

If you want to leave, you can do it now, but please don't go to the town square, it's very dangerous, and if you meet other people, don't take their word for it.

Duan Gouzi didn't know what Feng Ling's strength was, but she should be much stronger than him, but she looked like she was just a child a few years older than him, and her strength should not be as strong as those adults, so Duan Gouzi's recommendation was always to run away.

Duan Gouzi emphasized several times not to go to the depths of the town, Feng Ling was originally a little interested there, but after his emphasis on wanting to go and see, his mind became a little heavier, but her face was silent, and Duan Gouzi didn't know what she was thinking.

Why don't you get out of here?

Since he can speak sign language, it is much easier to communicate, Feng Ling glanced at Bu Zhi who was standing on the side, he still had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep standing up.

There is a problem with the communication between Dao and his dependents, this is not only language communication, but also in all aspects, the two learn the same sign language, but when Bu Zhi showed her the analogy, she still didn't understand, just like the memory of learning was temporarily blocked, Bu Zhi can write Chinese characters, but when she looks at those fonts seem to automatically become dry language, she has a headache.

She also tried to learn the words of the Tao, but unfortunately she couldn't, and once she tried to forcibly memorize their shapes, she felt a powerful oppression, and her head felt like she had been smashed, and it was not an exaggeration to say that her eyes were full of stars.

At this time, she was particularly curious about why Chu Feng and his Dao could understand the other party's language and touch the other party at will, but Bu Zhi didn't tell her why.

My home is here, although I'm the only one left.

And even if I could leave, where could I go? I can't touch the aura, so who can accept a monster like me?