Just then, a strange cry rang out, and I turned my head to see a smoke ghost swaggering on the ground, drinking Pengamu's blood, and it drank very seriously, as if everything around it had nothing to do with it.

The breathing of the smoke soul was like a cold wind whistling, with a disgusting smell that made people shiver.

Was I like it just now, desperately drinking blood?

I felt a chill in my body and a deep feeling of nausea welling up in my heart.

I subconsciously thought back to the scene just now, and the terrible scene made me feel fear and despair.

I couldn't help but want to deny it all, to wake up from this nightmare.

I slapped myself hard in the face and tried to come to my senses.

I slapped the smoke soul to death, and it lay on the ground bleeding from its mouth and nose, and the blood mixed with the blood on the ground, becoming more and more vivid.

The bright red color was like a flower blooming in the dark, and I couldn't help but feel a hint of irony.

On this eerie night, the death of the smoke soul did not bring a trace of tranquility. A foul stench filled the air, and a fog enveloped the scene.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and only a faint light barely penetrated through the thick clouds, like the eyes of a ghost watching it all.

I dug a pit in the ground with my hands, and I thought, no matter what, I'm going to have to bury Pengamu. Anyone in this situation may not be like themselves.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and only a faint light barely penetrated through the thick clouds, like the eyes of a ghost watching it all.

On this eerie and eerie night, I dug a hole in the ground with my hands.

My movements were mechanical and swift, like a delicate machine, almost without pause.

The depth of the pit increased rapidly.

Memories came flooding back with me, and I remembered the story that a worker had told me.

He once told me that there was a man who could dig a hole quickly without an iron pickaxe and with just his hands.

At the time, I didn't think it was true, thinking the story was absurd.

However, at this moment, I am faster and more incredible than the legendary man.

This irony makes me smile wryly.

There was an eerie silence in the surroundings.

A gentle breeze blew, with a chill, like the breath of a ghost, which made the fear in my heart even more pervasive.

I felt a pair of invisible eyes watching me, looking through the darkness into my heart.

This feeling of oppression sends chills down my shoulders.

I dug more and more rapidly, sweat dripping down my forehead, blending with the shadows of the night.

I felt a force driving me and I couldn't stop.

It was as if there were invisible fingers controlling my every move.

The pit got deeper and deeper, and finally I reached the goal in my heart.

I looked up and looked up, the clouds were still thick, the moon was still obscured, and only the faint light watched it all like ghostly eyes.

I took a deep breath and lowered Pengamu's body into the pit.

I filled in the soil with all my might, sealing him away in darkness forever.

I took out my snow-white finger bone, looked at it, and put it away again.

The snow-white finger bones, shining with a strange light, seemed to be a weapon from an unknown world.

The sand and dust were flying in the wind, and I continued to walk on the sand.

This desert was barren and silent, and I thought it was only me and Pengamu who were the masters of this desert.

However, the sound of the car's horn suddenly sounded, like an eerie note piercing the quiet night sky. I frowned, a feeling of unease welling up in my heart.

I reacted quickly, and my figure suddenly disappeared into the dust, hidden in the embrace of the yellow sand. My mind was full of doubts, who would come to this wild place?

I watched cautiously ahead, trying to disguise my presence.

Soon after, a familiar off-road vehicle came into my sight.

Like a ferocious beast, it galloped forward, the sound of its manic engine echoing through the sea of sand. The body is engraved with crimson lines, revealing a magical power that exudes an eerie aura.

Camouflage-painted paint covered the army-green off-road vehicle, which looked like it had gone through countless dangers and had a rather dilapidated appearance.

The car body kept making a "crunching" sound, like the neighing of a wounded beast.

I recognized this car at a glance, it was the living off-road vehicle that had a child with Luan Xisheng!

The car's gas tank seemed to be filled with blood, and the bright red color seemed to speak silently.

The SUV seemed to sense my presence, and it suddenly stopped some distance away from me.

For a moment, I felt that the atmosphere around me had become eerie and ironic, as if a ridiculous dialogue between death and life was about to unfold.

The door opened, and a woman stepped out of the car.

She has a slender figure and a delicate face, however, those eyes reveal the vicissitudes of time.

The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seem to have carved her tortuous life experience.

There was a touch of elusive perseverance and despair in the dark and deep eyes.

Her nose was slightly erect, like a firm fortress, like the tenacity of her heart.

The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, as if there is a hidden secret, which may be related to the blood connection between Luan Xi and the off-road vehicle.

I looked at her, trying to catch a clue in her demeanor and eyes.

However, the faint smile on her face confused me even more.

Is it joy? Or is it a cunning hidden in the depths?

My pupils dilated slightly, and I looked at the scene in disbelief.

She, she is clearly Luan Xi! It's so weird!

I distinctly remember that the SUV was smashed to pieces by that lanky black shadow, why did it stop here at this moment?

Luan Xi was holding a child in his hands.

The baby whistled in bursts, the crisp and cheerful sound of which was particularly harsh in this desolate environment.

He seemed to be humming a song carefree, unoblivious to the eerie atmosphere around him.

This made me feel even more uneasy, as if there was an invisible hand pulling the whole situation at its fingertips.

Luan Xi slowly unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her scarred chest.

I stared intently at her, taking a closer look at the dense wound.

Luan Xi slowly unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her scarred chest.

I stared at the dense scars, each wound was a circular wound, new and old, spreading out like a terrifying pattern.

I couldn't ignore the eerie aura of these wounds, which seemed to have been cut open by a merciless weapon and went straight to the depths of her heart.