I dug the grave for the ugly egg, it was getting late, and the moon was round tonight, like the sun burning in flames, and it seemed to be obscured by the clouds, but the silver light became a little gorgeous.

Like the color of fire.

There is no coffin, and it's too late to make a coffin now, under the signal of the fifth ripple, he still put the body of the ugly egg in it, and then covered the soil, in order to prevent other demon beasts from discovering it, the fifth ripple used the medicinal materials in the storage ring to make some medicinal powder that the demon beasts didn't like and sprinkled it around.

Zhu Changfeng started to bury the soil, Xiao Xingle was still a little sad, could it be that what he saw just now was just an illusion?

Whether it is Feng Shengxiang or the fifth ripple little apple, they are all sentimental, although the ugly eggs are useless on weekdays, and their biggest hobby is only narcissism and Xiao Xingle grabbing something to eat, but they never thought that one day the people around them would die and disappear from their eyes, leaving only memories, but the reality always makes people feel helpless.

Fifth Ripple pursed her lips, her gaze became deep, and she said slowly, "Let's go." ”

Xiao Xingle couldn't help but want to turn his head, but he still didn't turn his head, and the fifth ripple took his little hand and left here with him and Zhu Changfeng.

The wind was very strong at night, and the branches on the grave were dancing with the wind, and I don't know how long it was, but the wind speed was slowly getting smaller and smaller, and the branches on the grave were trembling violently.

There was something shaking in the low soil, as if it wanted to break through the soil, little by little, slowly, more and more powerfully.

It's just that I didn't find that the Fifth Ripple had already gone away.

The branches of the grave suddenly stopped dancing, and then, suddenly, a hand came out of the soil.

Just like a ghost hand, if someone was at the scene, I was afraid that they would be frightened by this sudden strangeness.

It was a man's hand, but on his hand, it was full of patterns, like tattoos, intricate and ancient traces.

"Whew-"

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

Immediately after the hand was sudden, the soil loosened, and a figure crawled out of the dirt, with its smooth head, and its ugly appearance, and its dark round pupils.

"Ale? What is this place? How did I end up here? What about ripples? What about Xiao Xingle? ”

Struggling out of the dirt, the ugly crouched on the ground, looked around, and thought quite seriously, "Why did I come out of the dirt?" Am I dead? What about ripples? What about people? Why is it all gone? Ah, what's on me? ”

The ugly man screamed, not only on his hands, but also on his body, on his head, and on his face, all of which were intricate and ancient lines, only faint, sometimes obvious.

"Woo woo, it's ugly, it's ugly, what to do, the ugly guy is going to be ugly. He's so handsome—"

"I'm so handsome, and now I'm so ugly, who dares to like me?"

"Ripples, I'm not alive anymore."

"Come and save me, the ugly guy has become so ugly, so ugly—"

But no one should be ugly, only the wind howling at night.

For the Ghost Fire Forest, I believe that no one in the mainland understands it, especially now, after Fifth Ripple and Xiao Xingle came out, they felt that the terrain here was very complicated.