C51 (1/2)

”Take care!”

”Don't get lost!”

”A lonely ghost doesn't touch the body!”

At that moment, I heard hoarse shouts coming from afar.

That sound was very rotten, like the sound of someone in a coffin rotting.

These shouts, mixed with the wind, had also disappeared in the wind.

From my point of view, I could see that in the forest, a blue flame was rising, like a lantern.

In the forest... There really is something approaching...

If it wasn't for the fact that my body wasn't listening to me right now, I would have already begun to tremble.

And now I was suffering from a suffocating fear and despair.

When the emotions in a person's heart reach a certain level, they will always rely on some action or natural reaction to vent it out.

He would laugh when he was happy, cry when he was sad, scream when he was afraid, and tremble when he was scared.

This was unavoidable.

But at this moment, I couldn't control my own body. Apart from breathing to maintain my life, my body didn't have any natural reactions.

Therefore, these emotions started to spread crazily in my heart, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.

He even felt like vomiting blood!

The ghostly fire was getting closer and closer to the woods, causing the whole forest to make a crashing sound.

The howling of the wind is like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves. At the same time, I can hear the sound of decay of the wind getting closer and closer.

These words were very similar to those used in funerals, or the first seven years, only when the dead were walking well would they be able to shout out. Why were these sounds suddenly close to each other?

I don't quite understand, and these sounds are almost certainly not made by a living person …

A voice that was too hoarse, how could a living person make such a sound?

Following that, the wind in the forest became stronger and stronger, blowing on my body and causing my body to become unsteady.

It was getting dark a little too quickly. In just a moment, I felt that the entire sky had turned darker.

Not only that, the cold and gloomy feeling became even more intense.

This cold feeling was different from the usual cold. This cold feeling came from the inside out, as if it could seep into one's marrow and penetrate deep into one's internal organs.

The ghost flames in the distance were getting closer and closer. My body felt extremely uncomfortable, but I was unable to move. The darkness of the night was getting increasingly dense.

At this time, the surroundings suddenly became foggy, and white mist began to spread out. It wasn't too big, but it made everything in the surroundings even more ethereal.

As a result, the surrounding scarecrows looked even more blurry. In addition, they were originally humanoid, giving off a strange feeling.

At the same time as my weapon was released, the eerie blue will-o '-the-wisp also became hazy. Even though those will-o' -the-wisps were still in the forest and didn't approach me, I could feel the sinister aura emanating from them.

It was as if it was taken from the underworld of hell …

While feeling the coldness of the fire, I continued to try to struggle.

But... Trying again and again, but only getting to fail again and again.

Just at this moment, I saw that in the sky, there were actually many circular holes in the sky where money was floating.

As the gusts of wind blew, the skulls on the ground started to spin and the scarecrows were in a state of disarray.

But strangely, even though the wind was strong, the scarecrow wasn't blown away by the wind. It was just a little messy, as if it was alive.

I looked at the straw and didn't know what I should be feeling.

Perhaps it's because I was too nervous, but my previously messy mind seemed to have suffered some sort of stimulation and became clear-headed.

A word suddenly appeared in my mind — the Ghost Sacrifice.

The Ghost Sacrifice was something that people in the past could often see at night.

And now, it was extremely rare for it to appear. Even if it did appear, it would only be in the vicinity of a few ancient tombs.

Because there was no longer any such thing as a servant. In the past, in order to survive, people had signed contracts with officials and eunuchs.

Sometimes, not only the living were bought, but also from life to death.

Until his death, as long as his master's soul was still alive, he would continue to serve his master.

People burn paper for ghosts, and ghosts also have their own way of worship.

In a way, this kind of person who died and became a slave was called a ghost slave.

In fact, in a certain sense, the ghost slaves were rather close to the Funerary Lady, but the Funerary Lady was just a temporary slave that sent the dead to their final destination.

At this moment, the surrounding air was permeating. My heart had already slightly calmed down.

What should have happened can't be avoided. Since I can't move right now, I might as well just stand here and wait and see what happens.

It is better than a meaningless struggle. Since I am unable to do anything, I started to look forward to what would happen next.

Perhaps the next thing that happened would allow me to unravel the secret of the scarecrow …

Thinking about this, I quietened down. I looked at the paper money falling from the sky and at the dust and fog that permeated the air on the ground.