Chapter 41 Small Grave
In the dim world, strange candlelight flickered, and the figure flashed away under the candlelight.
The figure quickly disappeared within the scope of the candlelight.
The sound of rapid footsteps was dull and sounded like running on a pulpy dirt road.
Looking at the road ahead that was filled with potholes and rotten arms, Yu Qian’s face didn’t look good.
He knew he had been noticed by the mass grave.
The rotting arms exuded the smell of corpses. Yu Qian moved around without touching these arms, which looked like they were not easy to mess with.
These arms grow between the tombs and spread far away under the pale candlelight, making them look particularly terrifying and eerie.
Yu Qian frowned, and the skin on his neck that had been twisted into twists and then twisted back was slowly recovering.
The depressions on his face and shoulders were also recovering, and a faint coldness appeared on his body.
The coldness was looming, almost nonexistent, but as Yu Qian ran outside, the coldness became richer and thicker.
And his ghost heart began to beat faster, and the red straw fell out of his heart one by one.
Yu Qian’s face also began to turn extremely pale the moment these changes occurred.
The skin gradually became transparent, and his face became extremely ugly at this moment.
"How could the evil ghost begin to revive? This shouldn't be the case..."
"Obviously..."
But the next moment, Yu Qian seemed to have thought of something. He looked down at his clothes and instantly understood what was going on.
The balance was destroyed...
Because of the attack by the fierce ghost, the clothes invaded his body and conflicted with the two ghosts in his body.
The previous balance was so fragile that it shattered as soon as an external force touched it.
"Things that are not under my control are not good things after all."
Yu Qian sighed, he stopped and looked at the road in front of him that was full of rotten arms. He knew that he could no longer run out. .
Once the suppressive power of the mass grave is gone, he will die directly from the ghost's resurrection.
"It seems we can only stay here..."
Yu Qian looked back at the road behind him. The rotten arms were being broken, and the dent of a small foot appeared on those fractures. arms and dirt road.
The distance is very close, about ten meters.
This distance can be reached in the blink of an eye at normal times.
But here it becomes a very close but not close distance.
This distance is just right.
Yu Qian's eyes flickered slightly as he felt the situation inside his body. After hesitating for a while, he opened the gold bag in his hand.
Then he actually poured the half-filled red grave soil in the bag onto the ground.
The smell of blood suddenly appeared, and the grave soil pressed on the rotting arm, and the rotting arm disappeared from sight in just an instant.
Looking at the small mound of red grave soil in front of him, Yu Qian turned around and fell onto his back without hesitation.
In his memory, there was a person who did this. This person was very interesting. He actually wanted to become a ghost and save the world.
The idea is very good, but the brain is not very good.
Plop~
Yu Qian fell on the small mound, and suddenly a cold and stronger smell of blood emanated from the grave soil.
The grave soil began to squirm and began to spontaneously cling to Yu Qian's body.
Then people penetrated from his ears, nose, mouth and eyes. Yu Qian's pupils narrowed slightly, but he did not resist or block this.
Then, a pulling force appeared, and it stabbed~
The sound of tearing flesh and blood sounded, and Yu Qian frowned. The moment the sound appeared, hideous cracks began to appear in his body.
The black lake water exuded a terrifying coldness and crowded crazily in the cracks. They seemed to want to leave Yu Qian's body.
No matter how crowded they were, they could not leave Yu Qian's body for even half a step.
And in Yu Qian's heart, countless red straws surged crazily, and they kept trying to leave that extremely weird heart.
I don’t know why, but every time they are separated from the heart, they will involuntarily be wrapped around the heart again.
This also means that the supernatural beings from the scarecrow have no way to touch the red grave soil.
"Haha... This sample can help you complete the puzzle? Are you kidding me..."
Yu Qian felt the changes in his body and slowly closed his eyes. The soil was drilling into his body, which felt strange.
The lake water in the body gradually became thicker and blood-red, but something seemed wrong.
Things developed very quickly, and his body was about to be completely swallowed by this small red mound.
At this moment, a familiar coldness suddenly emerged, almost face to face with Yu Qian.
However, Yu Qian did not panic at all. He opened his eyeballs filled with grave soil and smiled.
"Come...come in and catch me. I won't die anyway, but you may not be sure..."
Yu Qian didn't open his mouth, but a sound came from his throat.
Then, Yu Qian closed his eyes, and the red grave soil swallowed Yu Qian completely like a tide.
His consciousness began to turn upside down, and Yu Qian came to a place for the second time.
The coldness returned to the past, and the rotten arms began to retract underground.
The pale candlelight flickered, and a pair of small footprints were printed in front of a small red grave.
A gray atmosphere swept across, and a looming little girl with a numb expression and empty eyes, wearing floral clothes, appeared in front of the small red grave.
But the little girl disappeared in just a moment, leaving only a pair of small footprints.
Since then, peace has returned to the mass graves, with no changes except that one grave is missing half a bag of soil and there is an extra grave.
Yu Qian started going offline from this moment on.
He will definitely not die. Those red grave soil will not kill him. Yu Qian is very measured about this.
Since he first came here, he had thought about how to control the grave soil. He was buried in the grave soil just like now, but the position was slightly off.
But it’s just right...
The evil ghost on his body was still suppressed by the mass graves and had not yet revived. It was in perfect opposition to the red grave soil.
Everything is under control. Although it seems very sloppy, that's how it is with planned control. There won't be too many surprises...
The pale candlelight fades away, and the terrifying supernatural being is Buried here.
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Dachuan City, Baishui Village.
The gray fog suddenly rose, the green mountains and green waters disappeared in an instant, and the small bridge became dilapidated.
The flowing water became turbid and black along with the bridge, and exuded an unspeakable stench.
The surroundings became quiet, and a single figure stood in the gray mist, with only its outline exposed.
The mountains, green waters, small bridges and flowing water with people’s houses before were all gone in an instant.
The picture of heaven and earth seemed to be torn and smeared.
Everything became weird. In the fog ahead, an ancient old house stood in the fog.
Compared with the vagueness of other things, it appears extremely clear and real.
It was an old house from the Republic of China period, with a tall door of blue bricks and red tiles, a stone lion in front of the door, and a bluestone road.
The mansion hangs lanterns and copper rings, old trees protrude from the walls, black crows comb their feathers, green branches stand, and red pupils shine.
Liu Baiqing looked at this old house and felt extremely familiar, as if she had been here before.
Although this is the case, I still feel very different when I see this old house.
“Is this the old house that killed a whole village?”
Liu Baiqing stopped where he was and looked ahead, with a look of pain and despair in his eyes.
The old house in front of you looks very ordinary, but in a place like this, the more ordinary things are, the easier it is to carry great terror.
Not to mention that this old house itself is terrifying.
“Do I really want to go in?”
Everyone shrinks when facing death, and Liu Baiqing is certainly no exception.
But just when he was hesitating, the figures hidden in the mist around him suddenly began to move.
The fog surged, and figures began to walk towards Liu Baiqing.
As these figures approached, Liu Baiqing suddenly felt that the straw in his hand became colder.
A tingling pain suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand. Liu Baiqing was startled and quickly looked at her palm.
"This..."
Liu Baiqing was a little confused and surprised, and saw the red straw in her hand actually starting to drill into her flesh and blood.
The speed is not fast, it can even be said to be very slow, slower than a snail crawling.
"Are you urging me to leave here quickly?"
Liu Baiqing looked at the wriggling straw and murmured to himself.
The surrounding figures came with the fog, and Liu Baiqing did not look at the weird things around him.
She looked at the old house in front of her and walked directly towards the old house without any hesitation.
The moment Liu Baiqing walked towards the old house, a strange scene appeared.
The figures surrounding Liu Baiqing suddenly stopped, and at the same time, Liu Baiqing clearly felt that the coldness of the red straw in his palm instantly dropped a lot.
At the same time, the red straw no longer penetrated into the palm of her hand.
Finding this scene, Liu Baiqing's eyes flickered slightly:
"So that's it..."
She smiled miserably, and her steps did not slow down at all, but sped up a lot.
She knew that everyone was waiting for her to enter the old house in front of her, including her grandfather, mother, father, relatives and friends, surrounded by these seemingly human and inhuman figures.
"Maybe this is my life..." Liu Baiqing smiled bitterly, and then stopped thinking about anything.
The world was quiet, and Liu Baiqing's own footsteps sounded in the world.
Her heart beat faster than expected. The closer she got to the old house, the more fear she felt in Liu Baiqing's heart.
The black duck standing on the old tree was looking at her with its head tilted and its red vertical pupils flashing.
It seems to be watching a good show.
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“No wonder I am so uneasy…”
The sun in July is extremely fierce, but fortunately it blows The cool breeze is not the kind of passionate kiss.
Looking at the familiar scenes around me, there is a red plastic track and a basketball hoop almost two meters high.
He is very familiar with the classmates who play basketball there.
The sun fell through the shade of the trees, and Yu Qian leaned against the big tree and looked at the gaps in the leaves and branches above his head.
Beside him is a sweet and quiet girl, her name is Su Jing, she is the girl Yu Qian liked before.
"Liu Baiqing... I shouldn't have had any plans for you in the first place."
A scene flashed in Yu Qian's pupils. It was the scene of Liu Baiqing walking towards the old house.
He also saw the figures around him, through the straw.
Yu Qian can be sure that those figures are ghosts, every one of them.
And the strange thing is that the killing patterns of these evil ghosts are all the same.
Yu Qian is sure that he is not wrong. Every evil ghost has the same killing pattern...
This kind of thing is unheard of. Judging from the whole mysterious revival, Yu Qian has never seen or heard of this kind of thing.
Normally speaking, this is impossible, unless...
Yu Qian's pupils shrank slightly, he waved his hand suddenly, and the picture reflected in his pupils disappeared instantly.
At the same time, a small part of his supernatural power suddenly disappeared.
Yu Qian narrowed his eyes, his eyes full of solemnity...
Unless...unless the ghost in the old house has the ability to turn evil ghosts into ghost slaves.
"What are these things..."
Yu Qian took a deep breath. He felt something was wrong just now. It seemed that something was using the stick that was flowing out of him. Straw invades here.
Yu Qian was shocked at that time. You must know that he is in his own memory now. Even so, that thing has symptoms of successfully invading this place.
If he hadn’t reacted too quickly and directly abandoned the supernatural power of the straw, maybe the above thing might really happen.
"The world is getting more and more dangerous..."
"It seems that I have to find a way to make myself an alien..."
Yu Qian pushed away Su Jing who was leaning on his shoulder and reading a book. , he stood up and looked at his classmates who were sweating in the distance, thought for a while and ran over:
"Classmate, add me, I will shoot the best shot!"
"No problem... ...Wait until we finish this fight..."
"Don't worry, I'll wait for you."
Su Jing stared blankly at Yu Qian who was leaving her, her eyes full of disbelief.
She looked at the book in her hand, and then at Yu Qian, who had already joined the basketball team.
She couldn't believe that this would happen. She touched her face and murmured:
"How could this happen?"
For a moment, Su Jing fell into self-doubt.
Yu Qian didn't care about Su Jing. She was just a person living in his memory, and there was nothing worth cherishing.
When he leaves here, everything here will return to the previous node.
This also means that when he comes in here again, he will still be leaning against the big tree and reading a book with Su Jing.
This node will not change as he comes in, but will change as his memory changes.
If one day he forgets a person in this memory, that person in this memory will disappear completely.
Even if Yu Qian later remembered who disappeared, it would not help, because the disappeared person would be taken away by the ghost lake.
When Yu Qian forgets everyone in this memory node, it is when Yu Qian faces the ghost lake body again.
But at that moment, it was when Yu Qian died here.
The home court has changed, and Yu Qian has become a guest. Killing the guest is no different from smashing up an ant's nest. It doesn't need to be too troublesome.
When I remember, you are here, when I forget, you are dead. The fundamental point is...(End of this chapter)