After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

For this old man who appeared in front of the small wooden building, Yan Shixun's vigilance was raised to the highest level in an instant.

Whether it's a stranger or a private person, as long as Yan Shixun gets close to him, he should feel something.Even though ghosts are divided into strong and weak, the vigilance he has cultivated in dealing with ghosts for so many years should also warn him.

However, Yan Shixun did not feel this way about this old man who claimed to be the head of the village.

The last one who was somewhat similar to the current situation was my sister Ayu not long ago.

However, Yan Shixun knew very well that these two situations cannot be compared.

One is that he was paying more attention to the village at that time, so he didn't notice his younger sister Ayu who appeared from behind.A small wooden building that he was really on guard against, under his gaze, still did not find the old man in front of him.

This village chief...dangerous.

Yan Shixun's eyes were deep, and he inadvertently grabbed Nan Tian's arm, and quickly drew a soothing spell on his arm under the cover of his figure.

Nan Tian blinked his eyes, with a mist of ignorance in his eyes, and turned to look at Yan Shixun, not knowing what was wrong.

Yan Shixun put on a commercial smile, and said to the village chief: "We two friends accidentally lost our way in the mountains, and we only have a temporary place to stay thanks to the hospitality of Changshou Village."

"However, we have never seen such a grand ceremony in other places. I wonder if the village chief can introduce us to one or two."

The village chief raised his drooping eyelids and looked at Yan Shixun with a half-smile.

"Winter Solstice Festival, of course... is to pray to the God of Longevity Village for health and safety, and to guarantee happiness from now on."

The village chief's voice was hoarse, and the smile mixed with it made his words sound even more strange, like condescending pity and charity.

"Although you came here in a strange and unruly way, since tomorrow is the last winter solstice festival, Master must also be willing to see the lively scene, so you should stay and watch from the sidelines."

The face of the village chief was strangely benevolent: "The God of Longevity Village will also protect you."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Shixun keenly noticed that the villagers who gradually gathered around him began to even breathe quickly and roughly, panting heavily like wild animals.

Even Liu Ming, who had been smiling strangely, had fanaticism in his eyes, looking at the village head as if he was looking at God, as if through the village head, he saw all the happiness he was going to get.

What troubled Yan Shixun the most was Nan Tian beside him.

This guy acted like he had been hit by a Gu.

It was obvious that Nantian had just regained his sanity and calm under the effect of the Anshen Charm, but once the village chief spoke, Nantian's eyes became blurred again, and he even wanted to walk from Yan Shixun's side to the village chief.

Fortunately, Yan Shixun's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. When Nan Tian just moved, he directly hit Nan Tian's abdomen with an elbow by changing his body shape. He was caught off guard because of the pain, so he couldn't stand still and fell to the ground. .

Then, Yan Shixun made a surprised expression, and grabbed Nan Tian's waist with one hand, but instead of pulling him up, he took advantage of the momentum and fell to the ground together.

During this process, Yan Shixun quickly stuffed the fabric given by his sister into Nan Tian's arms.

Under the death-like gaze of the village chief, Yan Shixun seemed to have nothing extra to do just now, and even showed his concern for his friends with a stable mind.

"Are you too happy? Why didn't you stand still? Get up quickly, or the village chief will laugh at us."

Yan Shixun calmly pulled Nan Tian up, and patted the ashes off his body very thoughtfully.

Nan Tian shuddered, and his eyes looking up at Yan Shixun gradually became clearer.

He seemed to realize something, his face was frightened, and he opened his mouth to say something.

But Yan Shixun just closed his eyes.

Nan Tian immediately understood Yan Shixun's consciousness, shut his mouth and said nothing, and let Yan Shixun pull him up and stand up.

At this time, the villagers who had been staying outside the small wooden building all started again, passed Yan Shixun and the two, and walked towards the small wooden building.

The pale lanterns they held in their hands, under the arrangement of small wooden buildings like mourning halls, seemed to come to bury the dead, floating in the darkness, and finally converging into a river of light spots, rushing towards the village chief.

The village head stood in front of the small wooden building with his hands behind his back, looking at Yan Shixun from a distance in a white river.

There was still a fake smile on Yan Shixun's handsome face, his eyes were already so cold, he looked at the village chief without flinching.

After a while, the village chief took a step back, raised his hand as an invitation gesture, and turned sideways to let the road to the small wooden building open.

"Then the guest."

The village chief stared at Yan Shixun, and said with a smile, "Welcome to the biggest festival in the history of Changshou Village."

"This will also be... the last ceremony."

Yan Shixun raised his eyelashes, and the smile didn't reach his eyes: "I've been looking forward to it for a long time, please start."

He opened his long legs and walked towards the village head without any fear.

Then, the moment Yan Shixun passed the village chief and stepped on the steps of the small wooden building, he suddenly noticed the sound of water droplets falling in his ears.

"Tick, answer..."

Like a drop of blood condensed on the fingertips, it finally couldn't bear the weight and fell heavily.

In the dark, falling apart.

Yan Shixun's eyes widened slightly, he turned sideways, and slowly looked in the direction of the village chief.

But all he could see was the infinitely widening smile on the corner of the village head's mouth, stretching all the way to the ears, his face split into two terrifyingly.

The entire face of the village chief dried up and molted quickly, cracks climbed up rapidly along the lines of the skin, and dark red blood flowed down along the lines, instantly submerging his face, bloody and bloody.

In the depths of the village chief's mouth, which was opened to the extreme, there was an eyeball with only the white of the eye left.

The eyeballs turned around, and suddenly, the pupils turned around from behind, staring at Yan Shixun, who was not far in front of the village chief.

When those eyeballs saw Yan Shixun, they were horrified at first, and then seemed to smile.

Then, an arm suddenly stretched out from the village chief's throat.

"Pfft!"

With blood and mucus, an arm protruded from the village chief's open mouth.

Yan Shixun forced his heartbeat to return to normal. He wanted to walk up to the village chief, but suddenly found that he was frozen in place and could not move.

It was as if his limbs had betrayed his will and no longer obeyed his command, but a higher being replaced his soul and controlled his body.

Yan Shixun could only watch helplessly as the village chief's entire head was folded back, like a bloody steamed bun that had been split in half.

The outstretched arm flicked its fingers slightly, as if to confirm its flexibility.

Immediately, he bent his arms down, pressed the village head's chest with his palms, and pulled himself forward.

It seems that a large part is still under the village chief's skin, and the arm is trying to separate itself from this aging skin.

Arms first, then shoulders, chest, thighs...

A complete human figure gradually separated from the village head and appeared, with both feet firmly on the ground.

At this extremely close distance, Yan Shixun could even see the bright red skin on the body clearly. The agitation of every blood vessel was so vivid and powerful, but it seemed that the skin had lost its original function, exposing the flesh and blood directly below. in the air.

Even the audience in front of the split screen saw this horrifying scene clearly.

[Fuck, shit, shit, ahhh! ! !Why can there be people in people's mouths! ! ]

[What the hell is this! ! !I'm dazed, mom, help me, I'm going home, I'm not going to play anymore. ]

[Ouch, I'm going to vomit, the san value is going crazy. ]

[Trance, is this world real?Am I really alive and not in some hell?What did I do wrong to make me watch this ahhhhh! ! ! ]

[Going crazy, scalp numb. ]

[I was working overtime and was sleepy to death, but now I just woke up from the fright, this thing is too hell! ]

Even the video platform was urgently contacted by the public opinion group, and immediately lowered the resolution of the original high-definition video, making the bloody scene blurry, as if the pixels had gone back 30 years.

But even so, many people still have their hearts pounding.

In such a scene, Yan Shixun was the only one who could remain calm.

The last thing that came out of the village chief's mouth was the opponent's head.

After the other party was completely revealed in the air, the original village head's skin shriveled quickly, falling to the ground and turning into a whole piece of human skin, spread among the scattered flesh and blood.

It was like those rotting corpses that Yan Shixun had seen in Changshou Village downstream.

They cannot be completely killed, they just turn into a mass of human skin, and then reappear wrapped in flesh and blood.

However, different from Yan Shixun's original guess, this human figure pulled out from under the village chief's skin is not ferocious.

On the contrary, the other party looks very kind, which makes people feel good at the first sight.

Yan Shixun watched helplessly as human skin gradually grew from the fingertips on the opponent's bright red arms, turning into a normal person.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't have believed that this person had just escaped from another skin a few seconds ago, and his body was covered in flesh and blood as if he had no skin.

Even now, whenever Yan Shixun doesn't believe in himself so much, if he shakes a little bit, he will forget everything he saw just now and believe in the image he sees now.

The other party appeared to be a man in his 60s, with silver-white hair tied neatly behind his head and scattered on his back.

He smiled slightly, elegant and well-educated, his eyes were gentle and tolerant, as if no matter what mistakes the world made, he would not blame, but would only tolerate and accept.

Yan Shixun also noticed that although the clothes on the other party's body were full of folk elements, they were not the same as those of the villagers and the village chief. On the contrary, they were closer to the clothes he wore when he went to the southern region with Li Chengyun many years ago. , the dress of a class of people seen.

——Master.

Just like most people would respect Taoist priests and exorcists as masters, the psychic who is in charge of the life and death sacrifices of the village clan will also be respected as Shi Gong Shi Po by the villagers.

As for the remote southern region, besides presiding over important affairs such as sacrifices, these senior teachers and wives in the remote mountains also take on the role of village doctors.

And in some cultures, the master also has a lot of strange spells, or the art of witchcraft... Compared with the ghost exorcists who usually specialize in one field outside the mountain, the master and the wife are more versatile.

No one knows what kind of inheritance and adventures they had in the past, and no one knows how many skills Shi Gong Shi Po possesses.

Because of this, the most troublesome thing for Taoist priests and masters is to run into teachers and wives.

Even Li Chengyun had to be more cautious when he was in the southern region.

Many years ago, when Xiaoyan Shixun was looking at the girl in the village covered in venomous insects, Li Chengyun once told him gently, don't look at the surface, for these cunning opponents, it is more important to find out from any weird details. the truth.

However, Li Chengyun also told him at that time: "Xiao Xun, if you meet Shi Gong Shi Po alone, don't bet.As soon as you feel like you can't win... get out. '

Yan Shixun was slightly dazed by the gentle smile of the master opposite, but his eyes immediately became firm again.

Master, why should I leave?This is exactly what I was looking for.

Seeing Yan Shixun's reaction, the master was a little surprised, and then smiled gently: "It seems that you know who I am."

"That's good, I don't have to worry about how to introduce myself anymore."

Master crossed his hands in front of his abdomen, wearing a robe that reached to the ground like water and shimmering, which made him even more fairy-like, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of darkness and weirdness, only the kindness that made people want to get closer Gao Hua.

"The guests came from afar. Although this was beyond my expectation, it surprised me. But it can also be regarded as a pleasant surprise."

Master's eyes moved to the side gently, with a little nostalgia in his eyes: "I thought that I would never be able to see that child in this life, and I could only look for that child after I walked out of Nanming Mountain. But I didn't expect, He came back by himself."

"very nice."

Master laughed and said, "No one has left Nancun."

Nancun!

Yan Shixun was shocked.

Isn't that Nan Tian's hometown?

Could it be that the child Master said was Nan Tian?

Yan Shixun remembered that Nan Tian told him that in his dream, he dreamed that his grandma told Xiao Nan Tian never to come back again, never to approach Nanming Mountain.

Could it be that Grandma Nan is on guard against the fact that Master finds Nan Tian?

But, what is on Nan Tian's body?

Yan Shixun clenched his teeth, forcefully forced his immobile body to turn his head, and looked around.

As a result, at this glance, his heart went cold.

Nan Tian, ​​who had been following him all along, disappeared.

Yan Shixun quickly turned his gaze within the limited field of vision, searching for Nan Tian's figure.

He quickly found Nan Tian.

In the darkness, only two pale lanterns shook and flickered.

With stiff faces, the two villagers supported Nan Tian, ​​one on the left and the other on the right, and took him far away.

According to the original situation, Nan Tian should have been bewitched by the village chief, and then spontaneously left under the guidance of the villagers.

But with Yan Shixun's superimposed calming charm just now, Nan Tian managed to break through from the confusion and regained his self-awareness.

Nan Tian struggled in panic, opening and closing his mouth, it seemed that he was calling "Brother Yan", wanting Yan Shixun to save him.

But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from the iron-like restraint of the villagers' copper arms. He could only turn around desperately to look in Yan Shixun's direction, but watched him get farther and farther away.

Yan Shixun wanted to rush over to rescue Nan Tian, ​​but he tried a few times, but the Martin boots seemed to be stuck in place with super glue, and he couldn't move at all.

No matter how hard he gritted his teeth, his limbs did not listen to his commands at all, and remained motionless.

The master watched Yan Shixun's struggle quietly, with a calm smile on his face all the time, and the contempt hidden in his old but bright eyes.

After a while, he lifted his legs and walked over, and the robe passed across the ground like water waves.

"Why struggle?"

The master sighed, and looked at Yan Shixun with pity: "What you are resisting is just a world that is truly perfect even though you don't understand it. If you understand something, you will find how stupid and ridiculous your current struggle is."

"Guest, please wait by the side."

Master smiled and bowed slightly to Yan Shixun: "When you see this world again, you will realize how perfect it will be."

"People will no longer have to part with each other, souls will no longer suffer, all prayers will be answered, and every day will be happy."

The master smiled compassionately, smiled lightly and brushed past Yan Shixun, walking calmly and calmly towards the direction where Nan Tian left.

Yan Shixun desperately turned his head to look back, but only saw the scene around him that should have been the village, all of which disappeared.

Instead, there is an endless darkness.

There are no small wooden buildings and no lights.

Only the pale lanterns held by the villagers illuminated the space.

The faces of the villagers were stiff, like wax figures, and they mechanically walked towards the mourning hall at the front.

The white curtains fluttered and rattled loudly in the darkness.

In front of each tablet, the white candle "hoo!" was ignited by the wind, and the frantically shaking light and shadow lit up the tablets one by one.

And in front of the tablet, the offerings are already full.

Yan Shixun looked at it intently, and found out what kind of sacrifices they were, they were clearly skeletons that had already ossified!

The bones are folded together like suckling pigs carefully arranged on a plate.

On top of the crossed bones, rest the skull firmly.

The dark eye sockets looked at Yan Shixun hollowly, and blood suddenly gushed out from the eye sockets, flowing down the bones and plates, dyeing the white cloth underneath bright red.

shocking.

But Yan Shixun remembered very clearly that before he set foot on the small wooden building, the situation inside the small wooden building he saw outside was not like this.

There are also no such skeletons as sacrifices.

However, with the light of the white candle, Yan Shixun could clearly see the names on those tablets.

Liu Ming's name was impressively listed.

Not only that, but there are also many names that Yan Shixun feels familiar with.

The name of the hiking team leader, the team members' names written down by the team leader, the names left here and there in the small wooden buildings in the village, the names of people who announced on the Internet that they would live in seclusion in Changshou Village...

Those people, at this time, have become the tablets enshrined in front of the spirit at this time, densely packed, extending to the infinite depth.

Under Yan Shixun's helpless gaze, Master stood still in front of the coffin with the lid not closed.

He stretched out his hand to the top of the coffin, closed his eyes slightly, and muttered something, as if he was reciting a spell.

The chrysanthemums swayed and grew gracefully from the lid of the coffin, and swayed slightly with the cold wind, making a sound of "crashing".

The yellow chrysanthemum seemed to be shining in the dark, and a few petals fell gently, floating leisurely under the coffin.

But at this time, Yan Shixun saw that at some point, the floor of the small wooden building was no longer under the coffin, but a river.

The yellow petals swayed in the river, and the ripples spread out in circles, which was strangely beautiful.

Then, Yan Shixun watched helplessly as Nan Tian, ​​who was originally restrained by the villagers, was actually pulled by them forcefully and pushed towards the coffin.

Nan Tian panicked, and desperately wanted to turn his head to look in Yan Shixun's direction, with his mouth wide open in the shape of "Brother Yan, save me!".

And the master standing next to the coffin opened his mouth with a smile and said something to Nan Tian.

Nan Tian was stunned heavily, looking at the master with a dazed look and memories.

Yan Shixun couldn't hear what they were saying.

For some reason, he seemed to be left in place, an invisible barrier cut off all the sounds over there.

Like a one-way mirror, he can see but not hear.

However, from Shigong's mouth shape, Yan Shixun still vaguely judged what Shigong said.

Master asked Nan Tian: Do you still remember me, child, I am your god.It is your grandma's old enemy, and also the god that your grandma and your village single-handedly enshrined.Now, I've found you, so it's about time.

Nan Tian screamed even more desperately after a brief stupor, even the circles of his eyes turned red.

He was asking: Where is my grandma?Did you do something to my grandma?Did you kill her!

The conversation between the two made Yan Shixun suddenly realize that from the very beginning, Nan Tian did not appear in Changshou Village by accident.

Nan Tian was brought here on purpose, for the purpose of Master's so-called "happiness in the world".

And I'm afraid, Grandma Nan has predicted this day for many years, so she told Nan Tian not to get close to Nanming Mountain and not to return to the village.

Nan Tian tried to return to Nanming Mountain in recent years but failed repeatedly. I am afraid that it was because of what Grandma Nan did that made Nan Tian unable to find the way back to his hometown no matter what.

However, Grandma Nan didn't expect one thing.

——Nan Tian participated in Zhang Wubing's variety show, and Zhang Wubing led everyone into Changshou Village in the lower reaches of Nanming Mountain.

In other words, it walked into the sight range of Nanming Mountain.

At the same time that Nantian dreamed of Grandma in his dream, Grandma Nan also realized that Nantian had already entered Nanming Mountain, so she pushed Nantian to let him go quickly in the dream, and helped him stop the souls around him. In his mouth, he abruptly found a way for Nan Tian to go back.

It's a pity, perhaps because Grandma Nan's strength is too weak, or for other reasons, Nan Tian didn't leave Nanming Mountain or return to the downstream Changshou Village, but just landed in the upstream Changshou Village.

This also solved Yan Shixun's initial doubts.

Grandma Nan is related to Changshou Village, and Changshou Village is closely related to the death of the whole village in Nancun decades ago, and even the tragic situation in Nanming Mountain.

Even, the "god" that Grandma Nan wanted to lead the remaining villagers into the mountains to deal with back then may be this master.

It was also because of this that Yan Shixun did not know how Nan Tian entered Changshou Village.

——Because Nan Tian didn't come in on his own at all, and he was different from everyone else from the root.

Nantian... is an important sacrifice that Master needs.

Yan Shixun's heart suddenly became clear, and the previous doubts were turned into fragments of thinking, and the original truth was pieced together.

He stared at Shigong and Nan Tian firmly, clenched his molars and wanted to leave from the spot, but even though he tried so hard that the veins on his slender neck burst out, he still couldn't move a single bit.

You can only watch it all happen.

Master lowered his eyes halfway, with a loving and peaceful expression on his face.

Like a statue placed on an altar, looking down on the world from above.

It's as if all Nantian's anger and sadness are just childish play, and he tolerates all of them.

This kindness... makes Yan Shixun startled.

He simply felt that his whole heart was freezing, and he couldn't find a trace of warmth.

Facing Nan Tian's collapse and roar, the villagers were not moved at all.

One of them raised Nan Tian's feet, the other pressed Nan Tian's head, and together they lifted Nan Tian up and threw them into the coffin.

"boom!"

Nan Tian was thrown into the coffin.

He stretched out his hand, desperately grasping the edge of the coffin, trying to crawl out.

But the villagers broke off his fingers one by one and threw them back into the coffin.

again and again.

All of Nan Tian's struggles were like a fly shaking a tree, and he couldn't fight the villagers at all. In the end, he was exhausted, and his palms could only rest on the edge of the coffin, as if he wanted to beg the villagers not to treat him like this.

However, the villagers just put on a dull face and pushed the heavy coffin lid over without mercy.

Closed the coffin.

Nan Tian was no longer seen.

And those yellow chrysanthemums that grew on the coffin bloomed more and more delicately, as if they were full of nutrients, and their figure was so gorgeous.

Yan Shixun watched all this, but couldn't even take a step forward.

The darkness came from behind like water, covering Yan Shixun's ankles, strong thighs, then his abdomen, and finally his nasal cavity and the top of his head.

Even those pale lanterns became blurred, as if they were coming for his funeral.

And the human skin of the village chief who fell on the ground swelled up again after absorbing the moisture.

Scattered flesh and blood wrapped in human skin, like an inflatable doll at the entrance of a store, quickly stood up again, and changed back to the village chief that Yan Shixun had seen at the beginning, not the slightest difference.

It was as if spitting out a whole person from his mouth had become a habit to the village head and he was not affected by it in the slightest.

The village chief gave Yan Shixun a sad look, then walked back with his hands behind his back, gradually walking away.

Beside him, the villagers walked in the opposite direction, still moving freely in the drowned river.

just like……

They themselves have always been in the water.

And in the drowning-like suffocation, Yan Shixun's eyes were still bright and sharp.

He remembered that Nantian once said that in the customs of Nancun, yellow represents blessing.

Before, no matter whether he was in Changshou Village upstream or downstream, all he saw were yellow and white chrysanthemums juxtaposed, but the ones here were pure yellow.

Not to wish RIP.

Rather, the blessing is reborn.

The pain and coldness of drowning quickly took away Yan Shixun's physical strength. Suddenly, he saw the master turned his head and smiled compassionately at him.

And Yan Shixun's last thought was——

Ah... Fortunately, he stuffed the life-saving fabric that his sister gave him into Nan Tian's arms in time.

In this way, even if he cannot see Nan Tian for a while, nothing will happen to Nan Tian.

Then, Yan Shixun was completely engulfed by the darkness, he closed his eyes heavily, and lost consciousness.

However, in Nan Tian's eyes, everything is not like this.

From the first step of stepping on the steps of the small wooden building, Yan Shixun suddenly stopped in place, with a cold and stern expression, as if he had seen something worth waiting for.

Nan Tian worriedly looked at the surrounding coffins, trembling with fear, he approached Yan Shixun unconsciously, wanting Yan Shixun to tell him what was going on and what he should do.

However, Yan Shixun did not respond.

It's like being haunted.

The village head stood beside him with a "ho ho" smile, looking at the two of them with sinister and happy eyes.

Nan Tian shook Yan Shixun's arm, trying to bring him back to his senses.However, Yan Shixun broke away from him, stepped up the steps of the small wooden building by himself, and walked straight to the coffin displayed in front of him.

And in the opened room next to it, a figure slowly appeared.

Nan Tian didn't know if he was dazzled.

When I first looked at it, the figure looked like a baby, followed by a pregnant woman with a big belly, then an old and mean woman, an honest villager, a young man with mischievous eyebrows, a traveler with a mountaineering bag, his face was sallow and lifeless. Soon-to-be sick...

In just a short moment, hundreds of different images flashed.

Nan Tian was stunned.

For a while, he didn't care to go up to chase Yan Shixun, he quickly rubbed his eyes, and looked again.

As a result, the person standing there was clearly an old man wearing a long folk robe that reached the ground.

The silver-white robe on his body shone with a beautiful luster, as if the moonlight had fallen on his body to weave clothes, sparkling in waves.

And his long hair has turned silvery white, neatly scattered behind him.

The image of the old man made Nan Tian stunned for a moment, he suddenly felt that even aging can be so elegant.

Just the old man standing there makes people feel extraordinary.

And the gentle and kind face of the old man makes people feel good.

But what happened the next moment shocked Nan Tian.

——The old man actually guided Yan Shixun into the coffin, and then reached out to close the lid of the coffin.

"Brother Yan!"

Nan Tian couldn't care less about admiring the old man's temperament for a while, and rushed forward with his eyes tearing apart, trying to drag Yan Shixun back.

But the voice of the village chief came from behind.

"Guest, where are you going? The festival is about to begin."

Following the voice of the village chief, carrion corpses came down the stairs of the small wooden building.

Some of them were swollen and pale as if they had been soaked in water, while others looked like dried bacon, with their scorched skin tightly clinging to the skeleton, clearly revealing the entire skeleton.

And these corpses, with red eyes, walked unsteadily towards Nantian.

Nan Tian was startled, and before he could react to what was going on, he saw more rotting corpses coming towards him from all directions.

He took a step back subconsciously, and then realized that he and Yan Shixun had been completely separated by these rotting corpses.

Immediately afterwards, with a sound of "pop!", the lights of the whole small wooden building were instantly extinguished.

Everything around is shrouded in darkness.

There are no lights in the mountains, and even the moon is far away from the mountains.

There is no warm light among the mountains.

The only thing that was lit was the pale lantern held by the villagers.

However, the white paper lantern turned slightly, and Nan Tian saw the word "Gong" written on it, which was clearly a congratulatory word.

It's like celebrating a grand festival.

Pairs of red eyes reflected the pale light, floating up and down in the darkness, gradually tightening towards the southern sky.

Nan Tian's heart trembled violently.

Without Yan Shixun by his side, the uneasiness of the wilderness and darkness brought back the shadow of his childhood. Under the extreme fear and tension, his muscles were so tense that he twitched, and he could hardly move.

He could even feel the pain in his calf.

Nan Tian secretly thought that this is a cramp, it's over, I'm afraid he can't run fast.

Heart despair.

But the fear reached a certain level, and even when Nan Tian could feel the nails of the rotting corpse were about to touch him, he suddenly felt a warmth coming from his chest, as hot as the sun falling into his chest. chest.

Nan Tian raised his hand suspiciously and pressed it, only to feel a bump.

Then he suddenly remembered that Brother Yan seemed to have stuffed something into his arms when he fell down.

I'm afraid this thing is trying to save his life.

Nan Tian was anxious in his heart, wondering why Brother Yan left this thing to him, obviously now it seems that Brother Yan who was sealed in the coffin is more critical.

But it's too late to regret it now.

Nan Tian could only tell himself that he couldn't let Brother Yan save his life for nothing, and he couldn't let Brother Yan down.

Yan Shixun's name was like a kind of power, which made Nan Tian suddenly have courage.

As soon as he pushed away the rotting corpse in front of him, he turned around and ran outside the small wooden building.

Nan Tian could feel that in the darkness around him, arms and fingertips were constantly touching him, trying to stop him.

But he was like a mad calf, running all the way without daring to stop.

There was only the whistling wind in my ears, the sound of breathing became more and more rapid, and the lungs burst into pain.

But Nan Tian clenched his teeth, swallowed the bloody smell rising from his throat, and ran forward as before.

There was only one thought left in his mind——

No, you can't be a drag on Brother Yan!

Since Brother Yan entrusted him with the hope of life, he can only live up to Brother Yan by running as hard as he can to a safe place.

However, a rotten arm suddenly protruded from the side, and tightly grasped Nan Tian's ankle in the darkness.

Caught off guard, Nan Tian fell heavily on the ground, feeling that his internal organs had shifted, and the smell of blood gushed straight into his throat.

Nan Tian felt that his head might have hit some sharp object, the pain made his eyes blurred, he could only gasp, and raised his head with a low cry, unable to hold back the pain.

But this glance allowed him to see clearly what he just hit.

A skull.

The hollow eye sockets on the skull were facing him, as if laughing at his useless efforts.

And a little blood stained the skull, slowly flowing down the gap in the skull.

Nan Tian raised his hand in a daze, and touched his forehead.

Sure enough, he felt the warmth of his hand, and smelled blood on the tip of his nose.

The violent running without knowing the end point and the heavy blow without any strength made Nan Tian's mind start to be in a trance.

When he saw the blood on his hand, he just sighed in his heart, ah... so he was really hurt.

In a blur, the only thing Nan Tian still remembered was the matter of Yan Shixun handing over the life-saving item to him.

Survival also became an obsession that Nan Tian must complete because of Yan Shixun's sacrifice of life.

Nan Tian's ten fingers dug firmly into the mud in front of him, desperately trying to get up.

However, ten fingers left ten deep ravines in the mud, revealing what was buried underneath.

It turned out to be a pale skeleton.

Nan Tian felt the cold touch under his fingers, and felt as if he was hallucinating.

He actually felt that the skeleton seemed to be smiling at him, and the teeth and jaws were opening and closing, as if saying to him: I am you.

—Look at me, I am your end.

The skeleton said, I am the death you must arrive at, the ending decades late.

Nancun, no one can escape.

But at this moment, the rotten arm holding Nan Tian's ankle felt a cold touch, and the gloomy coolness began to travel along his meridians, making his teeth tremble involuntarily from the cold, and his limbs began to become inflexible .

And one pair after another, arms climbed up, grabbing Nan Tian's ankles, calves, waist...

If Nan Tian turned around to look now, he would find piles of rotten corpses accumulating on his body, pressing him tightly, preventing him from climbing any further.

Nan Tian even bit his tongue so hard that he could feel his gums and tongue bleeding, and the smell of blood filled his mouth.