city ​​of the dead

The day passed quickly, and in a hurry, night began to fall on the city again, and the darkness gradually wrapped up, like a bottomless abyss, covering the sight, and countless eyes in the dark were peeping at the city. The city is about to move.

Yajun didn't need a Taoist robe, nor did he need the altar that he had seen in TV dramas. Yajun was still the same, but simply prepared some talismans, and at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, he set off.

The city fell back as night fell, and today's moon is also lurking in the dark clouds, daring not to come out, a moonless day.

The quietness and purity in the darkness, no matter where Yajun lives or the deserted street, it is the same, there can only be pure and flawless silence.

In the dark corner, there seemed to be pairs of gloomy eyes watching everyone's every move.

At [-]:[-] noon, Yajun stepped into the deserted street again, still feeling the same as when he came here for the first time. It was a chill that even he couldn't completely resist, gushing out from under his heels.Straight to the sky.

Even if there is no moonlight, Yajun can still vaguely see the appearance of the deserted street, overgrown with weeds, an absurd and cold doomsday scene, dilapidated houses, dilapidated houses on both sides, some rotten windows, and slightly Shaking, making weird creaking noises, especially weird at midnight, as if someone was lying next to the window, shaking the window boringly.

Especially the darkness inside the windows of the houses on both sides, even Yajun's innate eyesight still couldn't see clearly, but he could feel that the whole barren street was filled with an aura... very strong yin.

The footsteps did not stop, and the sound was very lonely at night. Yajun still saw something different when he came to the deserted street this time.

Desolate Street The entire deserted street, including the houses on both sides, was covered by a vague white mist, making it extremely blurry.Even with Yajun's natural sharp eyes, his surroundings are extremely blurry.

Yajun walked very smoothly, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned. The abandoned public buildings on both sides were pitch-black, revealing gloom and sending out bursts of chill.

When he stepped into the shopping mall, Yajun felt that he was being watched. Being naturally keen, what he felt was not a pair of eyes staring at him, but countless pairs of eyes, which were placed on him from all corners.

This feeling became stronger as Yajun went deeper into the shopping, but he still didn't flinch in the slightest, and walked to the yin building calmly. At this time, the ghost he saw at the beginning should still be there.

There are some things that he has to figure out.

Entering the Yinlou, Yajun walked to the depths again following the route he had come last time, and then.Saw the way to the darker basement level.

In the pure darkness, even Yajun felt the double pressure, and the throbbing from the soul continued to erode his body.

The basement floor was still so dark, so terrifying and gloomy, Yajun could only see a distance not far away, but he saw a dry lamp and a used match on the greasy table, and Yajun struck it. Matches, lit dry lamps.

Dim yellow light filled the dark room, but this ray of light did not make people feel the slightest warmth. Instead, the dark yellow made the space feel weird.

Ya Jun raised his eyebrows slightly, flinched slightly, and then turned his head to look at the dark corner behind him.

There, an old woman in her 70s and [-]s, with disheveled hair, withered look, wrinkled face, leaning on a chair in a corner, leaning against the wall, only those dim eyes, as if in the dark night There will still be floodlights in the middle, and the eyes will be wide open, looking straight at Yajun.

"We meet again!"

With a cold smile on the corner of Yajun's mouth, he said calmly.

The hag didn't talk to her, she didn't even move, she still looked straight at Yajun with a smile on her lips.

Yajun flicked and flicked unpreparedly, looked at the hag indifferently, and then a golden light shone in his eyes.He walked over slowly, and Yajun had to be wary of the hag's insidious tricks.

only.The hag still didn't move, her eyes were still fixed on the front, dim.

As he got closer, Yajun didn't feel any warmth, standing in the corner like a piece of ice, Yajun put his index finger under his nostril, but there was no heat at all, and he didn't breathe!

She... died.

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[It's not my mother who reminded me today.Since I forgot an important date. . .Maybe it's because there is not enough time recently, and not many friends know about it.The SMS blessing received on the mobile phone also made Xiaofan feel a little warm, and he silently said to himself: Happy birthday.

After more than half a year, Xiaofan has completed several short works in reading, and his grades are neither good nor bad.But I know that there is still a lot to learn, so I have always maintained a learning attitude, slowly improving my writing style, and trying to write novel themes. .This city of the dead.The results seem a bit unsatisfactory, but I know that there are still some people waiting. .

Today is Xiaofan's birthday, so I hereby grant myself a day off.But today's vacation, I put it on writing, and the first volume will be finished today.About seven thousand to ten thousand words.I don't go there for Xiaofan's birthday.Try to write more. . .

Get up. .Today I can have a reason to ask for a recommendation, please collect it. . .You play.I will code. . . 】