The mobile phone was held tightly in her hand, and Mrs. Jin didn't want to think about it, at least now that she was standing at the door, she still had to face it.

Walked into the gate of the cemetery in the western suburbs.

The cemetery is not as good as other places, it is eerie and cold, and Mrs. Jin herself rarely comes to such a cemetery full of dead people on weekdays, not to mention that it is still in the middle of the night, not to say that she is afraid, but she is unlucky.

She's always believed that.

On both sides of the aisle of the cemetery, one by one the tombstones are neatly and emotionlessly lined up with a face on both sides, and there are black and white photos on the tombstones, but the smiling face on each photo has a look of seem.

If you watch too much, it will always make people shiver in their hearts.

A gust of wind blew, stirring Mrs. Jin's side, because the hair that had not had time to be combed in a hurry was blown around in the cold wind, she unconsciously reached out and pulled her clothes, it was not winter, but it was cold enough to stand here.

It's cold.

Now Luo Zikai has turned into a ghost and came back to ask for his life, but this one is enough to upset Mrs. Jin, and now she is here, this cemetery, walking on the road, Mrs. Jin often can't help but look back at the darkness behind her.

Every tombstone in the cemetery stood upright in the night, staring straight ahead with a pair of blank eyes.

They are emotionless stones, but they are always terrifying.

Mrs. Jin quickly quickened her pace, she didn't want to stay for a moment, she walked quickly to the entrance of the back mountain described on the phone, and without saying a word, she quickened her pace and got into it, only to see the figure in a windbreaker gradually disappearing in the darkness, and finally being swallowed.

Da, da, da.

The heels rubbed against the ground, and the screeching sound seemed so abrupt in the silent woods, and the crispness of the heels seemed to be a wake-up call for everyone, as if they were not stopping.

I'm sorry, I'm here.

At night, and the climate itself is a bit cold, the woods are filled with a thin layer of mist, and the incandescent formed by the condensation of fine particles and water molecules in the air is like a ghost floating in the air.

"Anyone?" cried out Mrs. King, clenching her throat.

But this voice is insignificant at all, and I am afraid that I can't hear it.

"Is there anyone!" Mrs. Jin roared with all her strength, "Luo Zikai, I'm here, you come out for me, hurry up and come out for me!"

There was no vocal answer.

"Luo Zikai, I know you're here, I'm already here, don't pretend to be a ghost here, if you have the ability, come out and we have a good confrontation, what kind of ability is it to hide, if you want me to come, I'm here, why don't you show up!"

The more she roared, the louder she became, did Mrs. Jin want the fish to die and the net to break?

Even if there is no way out at this time, it can only be so full of strength, even if it is really dead today, it cannot lose morale.

Now that she thinks of this, there is no need for Mrs. Jin to avoid suspicion.

It's for my life!

But there was still no reply.

Mrs. Jin secretly cursed, 'What the hell is this stinky boy?', and once again tentatively walked towards the depths of the woods, walking farther and farther, and the entrance behind him that she had just walked in had already disappeared from the fog to the mist.

In front of me was a terrifying strangeness, so strange that even breathing became extravagant.

For fear of alarming someone.

Whew――

Suddenly, a dark shadow floated behind him!