city ​​of the dead

It was very hazy, but at this moment it revealed a hint of gloom and weirdness. The white mist began to surge, and then gradually moved closer to Zhang Min.

Zhang Min panicked, her heart was terribly frightened, her heels kept trembling, and then she didn't dare to hesitate to stay where she was, and slowly backed away, watching the white mist approaching and rolling away with her eyes wide open.

The white mist spread quickly, as if it was targeting Zhang Min, it spread turbulently here.After Zhang Min took a few steps back, he finally couldn't help it, turned his head and started running towards the other side.

"Yajun..."

I don't know why, but I always think of him when I encounter difficulties. It's not that I haven't encountered anything in the past three years. She is a girl who is prone to evil, and it is impossible for her life to be safe. To him, maybe he died three years ago.

It was he who blessed and took care of herself, so that she was not disturbed by any evil things in the past three years, so whenever she encountered something, she would always think of him at the first moment. Only he can make her feel at ease.

The hazy white mist surged and approached quickly, before Zhang Min could run far, she felt as if a coldness was eroding her back, and then she was in a hazy world.

The surrounding area is very hazy, white and hazy, making Zhang Min completely lost in his sense of direction in an instant.

Being in this white mist, Zhang Min was even more terrified. She started to move around indiscriminately, and started to run in a daze, but she still couldn't get out of the white mist world.

Everything around was blurred, and Zhang Min in the white mist felt that everything was so weird.

Zhang Min, who was about to walk forward, paused again, and she vaguely heard the trivial sounds of gongs, drums and trumpets from the front.

In the white mist, Zhang Min's heart was pounding, and finally she vaguely saw a large group of people in red clothes walking in the white mist of the road ahead, and the two rows of people in front were blowing their horns He beat the happy drum, and there were four people behind, carrying a fiery red sedan chair.

This appearance is impressively a team for welcoming relatives, but living in modern times, who still uses sedan chairs to greet relatives?

The sound of trumpets and drums became more and more clear, and finally Zhang Min saw a large group of people playing sonatas and walking past her.

Zhang Min didn't dare to vent his anger. He originally thought that they might not be able to see him in the past, but he didn't expect that when they passed, the sound of the trumpet and drum suddenly stopped.

Zhang Min forgot to move, but felt that her heart was in her throat, but then she saw a hunched old woman walking to her side from the right side.

What she was wearing was very strange, it was the shroud worn by rural people after death, and it was earthy gray.

Zhang Min was in shock, the old man slowly raised his head, it was a thin and wrinkled face like old tree bark.

"Girl, someone has taken a fancy to you!"

She said in an extremely hoarse voice, with a gloomy tone, her face wrinkled together.A smile that penetrated the fear of Zhang Min's soul emerged.

At this time, a gust of wind whizzed by, and Zhang Min saw with his own eyes that the curtain in front of the red sedan chair was lifted, and a photo floated towards Zhang Min from inside the sedan chair.

Flying across an arc in mid-air, in the photo, a long-haired woman with no expression on her face and a melon-shaped face, but those eyes seemed to be staring fiercely when flying over. Zhang Min.

After seeing the woman in the photo, Zhang Min's heart skipped a beat.

That's right, it was the woman who was looking for a scapegoat when Yajun and Yajun were crossing traffic lights during the day.