As the voice on the radio gradually sped up, my breathing also became faster. But the spirit dragon beside me still had a calm expression, as if he was listening to an extremely ordinary story, and he didn't even frown.

"But the boy forgot that he had not passed this mud road when he came here. The cemetery seemed to be a place where dead people were buried, but it was actually a way to live. The mud road in front of him was the road that really pushed him to death!"

"Pap-pap-pap-pap... a strange sound came in the silent night. It was the boy's footsteps, each sound was no different than the other, as if he was stepping on a shallow beach. Gradually, the boy realized that something was wrong.

He finally slowed down and looked at the ground, only to realize that the road he was walking on was not a mud road at all, but a blood road, a road stained with blood!"

"The shrill wind kept adding fuel to the flames, whistling in his ears like a life-threatening charm. The boy's scalp tightened, and then, a chill came from his ankles. He didn't even dare to lower his head to feel the grip on his ankles.

The phalanges are present in all five fingers,

It was slowly tightening! For a moment, the sleeping demons seemed to be awakened one by one, and the ground shook more and more loudly. The boy watched helplessly as countless pairs of bones and bones emerged from the muddy ground, like paddles.

Keep getting closer to him!"

"His feet, legs, hands, torso... and even his head were finally entangled by these white bones that emerged from the bloody mud. Countless bones buried his body, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared...

…The night sky seemed to have opened its curtains, a gust of dark wind blew by, the howling wind gradually stopped, the bloody dirt road disappeared, the bones disappeared, the boy’s figure also disappeared, and the surrounding area was quiet as if nothing had happened.”

The story is almost over at this point, but Linglong is still leaning on the sofa and listening lazily, as if there is a continuation of the story.

I frowned and raised my ears to pay attention to the sound coming from the player. I found that the sound had become a bit harsh. In addition to the weird background music and special sound effects, it was also accompanied by an ear-piercing clicking sound.

After a while, the man named Midnight once again made a cold voice: "The night is still long, and countless young lovers will pass by this cemetery. That night, the boy's body was discovered by passers-by. He did not die in the cemetery, nor

There is no blood in death

Instead, he died under a big tree on the side of a muddy road. He was completely black and foaming at the mouth, as if his flesh and blood had been sucked dry. His skin was shriveled and hung on the skeleton, without any blood at all, as if he had been stabbed.

There is no life left in a burst balloon..."

After hearing this, I couldn't help but think of Zhou Qiyun. When he died, the condition of his body seemed to be exactly the same as that of the boy in the story, but the sound in the player continued, and the man slowly said: "It turns out, that tree

A person with corpse resentment will form a path of death from time to time to kill people. The cemetery is

It was newly built, but under the cemetery, there were still countless bones buried haphazardly, without coffins to shelter them. Their resentment gradually deepened and spread to the big trees unknowingly. The reason why the boy died was because he gave the girl to him.

When he was returning home, he was just watching the girls talking and laughing, and accidentally bumped into a big tree..."
Chapter completed!