Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

"new moon?"

"What's wrong with you? Are you tired from walking? Well, we should be there soon...right, Rishan?"

Jinnian asked her cautiously, thinking she was angry. He was inexperienced and subconsciously reached back, wanting Zhang Rishan to help him comfort her.

When I looked back, I got nothing.

Jinnian staggered and almost fell backwards. He steadied himself and turned his head, but there was nothing behind him.

“.............Rishan?..............Zhang Rishan?”

Jinnian's empty hand involuntarily clutched his clothes tightly, his fingers turning slightly white due to the force, and the wrinkled clothes seemed to be his only support at the moment.

His other hand was held loosely, as if he was afraid to accidentally crush the butterfly to death. It was precisely because of his soft-hearted and nervous movements that he did not notice that the butterfly in his palm had already changed its appearance.

The butterfly became terrifying and gorgeous, making people terrified. Its wings were covered with strange patterns, like ancient talismans, full of power.

The colors were so bright that they seemed unreal, red like blood, black like ink, intertwined together, as if they were demons crawling out from the depths of hell.

Jinnian's face was pale and his lips trembled slightly. He wanted to call out to the two people, but it was as if his voice was sealed off and he couldn't hear any of his own voice.

Zhang Rishan disappeared behind him, and Jinnian panicked. He suddenly felt a buzzing sound around his ears, as if he had tinnitus.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't hear his own voice, yet his ears were extremely sensitive, as if he could hear every sound around him.

He could hear the slight friction between his skin and clothes, the rustling sound was particularly clear in the silence. He could hear the butterfly in his hand coming alive, flapping its wings little by little, and the slight tremor made his heart beat together. He even felt that he could hear the sound of his own blood flowing in his veins. That gurgling sound became his only comfort now.

But I couldn't hear any sound from Yin Xinyue in front of me.

When did the regular tapping sound of the little leather shoes on the cobblestone road stop?

Jinnian was in a daze, and then he realized that he hadn't heard the tapping sound for a long time. It disappeared long before "Yin Xinyue" stopped.

"Xinyue, Xinyue...can you please say...something?"

Jinnian's voice trembled, carrying a hint of anticipation.

I don't know when the breeze stopped. The originally cool night suddenly became a bit hot. The air seemed to be frozen, making it hard to breathe.

Jinnian didn't get a response for a long time, so she quietly moved back, her face wrinkled as if she was about to cry.

“Click…click…click…”

A strange sound was heard, Jinnian looked up and found that the sound came from "Yin Xinyue".

"You, don't scare me............"

Under normal circumstances, Jinnian would have pulled someone's sleeve in the morning, but this time he was so scared that he didn't dare to move at all.

In Baoxing, the strange-looking and messy things in the fog did not scare him, but the figure of "Yin Xinyue" made him freeze. He dared not move at all and wished he could teleport back.

"Sister, sister, can you... not move?"

Jinnian pinched his palms to make sure that what he saw was the figure of "Yin Xinyue" getting closer to him, and it was not an illusion. Then, with a very conflicted look on his face, he spoke in a dry voice.

Should he run away now... or run away quickly?

"Yin Xinyue" has been making a clicking sound since it discovered that Jinnian noticed it. The sound was particularly harsh in the silent darkness, as if it was the devil's whisper coming from the depths of hell.

Every click sounded like sharp nails scratching glass, causing pain in the eardrums and numbing in the scalp. It seemed to be trying its best to attract Jinnian's attention, like a hungry monster eager for its prey to approach.

Looking at Jinnian looking up at it, its sound became louder, as if a broken machine was running frantically. The creaking sound, like the friction of metal and the collision of parts, was full of disturbing "desire to perform".

Every movement was filled with a twisted madness, as if showing Jinnian its horror and power.

Why do we say that Jinnian is looking up?...

He suddenly realized that now he even needed to look up to see the full appearance of "Yin Xinyue".

Yin Xinyue, who was not much shorter than him and was even almost as tall as him when wearing high heels, now stood in front of him like a huge monster. Now, he had to look up high to see its terrifying head.

This can no longer be called a head.

The beautiful ponytail became blurry at some point, as if it was swallowed by the darkness and turned into a shadow.

The pearly white hair accessories on her head once sparkled with a soft light, but now not even a bit of white light can be seen, leaving only endless darkness and weirdness. Her head also looks like a big-headed doll, and seems to be constantly expanding in the darkness.

The swollen head was like a huge balloon, slowly pressing over the shoulders, turning into a large shadow hanging above the shoulders.

The outline of its head was blurred, as if it could burst open at any time and swallow Jinnian whole.

The originally relatively stable figure was constantly changing and even a little blurry. The distorted figure was like a demon with bared fangs and claws, showing its fangs.

Jinnian looked at the strange figure getting closer and closer, his heart filled with despair. Now, he couldn't even tell where his head was.

Jinnian's face was covered in cold sweat, but he was actually crying his eyes out in his heart, feeling that he was not far from death.

"Don't come over here, otherwise, otherwise..."

Jinnian thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of any words to scare the other person. His voice was trembling, and he felt very guilty and didn't dare to move.

No, there is no way... He has never threatened anyone before! What's more, the person on the other side is not a human at all, okay?

The swollen figure seemed to sense his guilty conscience and became more arrogant. It was no longer timid as before, but approached boldly.

The arrogant black shadow surged like a tide, as if mocking his incompetence.

In an instant, darkness surged up like a tide, completely enveloping "Yin Xinyue".

The darkness seemed like a living monster, greedily devouring everything.

Jinnian watched "Yin Xinyue" being swallowed by the darkness, feeling a little uncomfortable, but still asked in a soft voice.

"Sister...you, are you going to mutate?"

Jinnian stared in amazement at the darkness that instantly covered the sky, and involuntarily pinched the butterfly wings in his hands.

The coolness instantly woke up his almost numb body, as if a basin of cold water was poured on his face. In an instant, his whole body started moving.

If you don't run now, what are you waiting for?

Jinnian started running, not caring about anything else.

But his legs were not as fast as the mutated "Yin Xinyue" behind him. He had only taken two steps when the black shadow surging behind him caught up with him.

Jinnian felt an itch in the palm of his hand as the cold wings of the "little butterfly" touched his palm.

Jinnian didn't lower his head, but subconsciously pinched its wings; they were soft.

"Stop making trouble, run away quickly!"

Having just calmed the butterfly in his hand, Jinnian was not sure if it could understand his words. After all, it was half dead. He frowned slightly, having a bad feeling.

Jinnian's snow-white hair is particularly eye-catching in the dim environment, and even the dim light cannot cover it. She looks so beautiful, like a protected doll, rather than a "little native" who is trying his best to escape here.

He kept running and started running hard in a random direction. His breathing was rapid and disordered, and each breath was a little tired. His white hair fluttered as he ran, and looked like a little tail from a distance.

He didn't know where the real Yin Xinyue was, and Zhang Rishan was nowhere to be seen. Helplessly, he could only return in the direction he had just come from, hoping to find someone, no matter who it was, even if it was Xiaoyu from before. He really couldn't stand being left alone.

Jinnian didn't dare to look back, for he was afraid that if he looked back, he would not be able to move forward.

He bit his lower lip tightly, clenched his fists tightly, and his nails dug deeply into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

How could he dare to stop? If he stopped, what if "Yin Xinyue" behind him caught up and tore him apart?

The downside of not looking back was that the surging dark shadow had spread to the corners of his clothes, but he didn't notice it.

Jinnian's robe fluttered in the wind, and the black shadow approached silently like a ghost. When the black shadow touched his robe, the darkness instantly corroded it, and the place that was touched was like being burned by fire, leaving ugly black marks. At the edges, there were dark red lines, like dried blood.

At the moment when the black color was spreading upwards, the "butterfly" in Jinnian's hand struggled a few times and slipped directly out of his palm.

The little gadget, which was originally small enough to be wrapped in the palm of the hand, suddenly began to grow larger after it came out.

Its body gradually swelled up, its beautiful aqua blue wings trembled, and the tendons and protruding veins around the flesh crack grew larger. When they became the size of two fists, they stopped growing.

It hovered behind Jinnian, its flickering wings filled with beautiful fluorescent light, like broken diamonds.

The fluorescent light scattered out and was shaken off with a rustling sound. The moment the crystal powder came into contact with the darkness, the black shadow seemed to be burned instantly and scattered as if it had come into contact with the sun.

The swollen flesh slit was stained with scarlet blood, and it quietly opened the moment the shadow approached.

......................

The tightly closed slit of flesh slowly opened, and it seemed as if endless darkness and terror were hidden in the slit.

As the crack in the flesh continued to widen, a strange eye gradually emerged.

The area around the eyes was covered with twisted tendons, like wriggling tentacles, but it emitted a strange fragrance, as if it would bewitch people to dig out their eyes and sacrifice them to it.

Blood-red liquid slowly flows at the edge of the eye socket, never stopping.

His big eyes stared expressionlessly at the huge black shadows opposite him. There was nothing in his eyes, as if it were a bottomless black hole that could swallow everything.

When he saw that the black shadow opposite couldn't even maintain a human form, a rare bit of human disdain appeared in his eyes. It was a kind of condescending contempt, as if mocking the opponent's weakness and incompetence, perfectly reproducing the black shadow's thoughts just now.

If it weren't for the scarlet blood around it and the flesh tendons throbbing from time to time, if you just looked at this eye, it would indeed have a unique beauty.

Wrapped in a faint red color are ink-red pupils, deep and beautiful. The red color seems to be a thin layer of blood mist, as if covering the eyes with a veil. The red bloodshot in the eyes before, now seem to know that it is not good to look at, and now quietly hide away, leaving only the pure and beautiful eyes.