Restricted area grave keeper

Chapter 59 The Four Rules
The gray mist filled the air, and three figures gradually emerged from the darkness, one old, two young, with different expressions.

The old man's face was expressionless, his waist seemed to be under some kind of heavy pressure, it was bent so badly, his head was almost on the ground, his neck was tilted, his only one eye was coldly staring at the ground, turning slightly from time to time, watching quietly To the two people around me.

The two young people were about the same age, and they also looked at the old man from time to time, but the expressions on their faces were completely different.

One puts his hands in his pockets, seemingly casual, but actually looks cold and vigilant, while the other has no sense of urgency, just like going out for a spring outing, looking at the surrounding environment with interest and amazement along the way.

Surrounded by one after another cabins with almost the same appearance, decayed and old, with mottled mildew spots on the walls, it can be seen that they have existed for quite a long time.

The huts are connected together, and among the criss-crossing roads, blood-colored light spots can be faintly seen flickering, flickering, like eyes.

The owner of the eyes is quite mysterious, and his figure is completely hidden in the darkness, as if he is a part of the boundless darkness, watching everything with cold eyes.

Above the sky, the crow flapped its wings and left, bringing out a piece of scarlet rain, which sprinkled on the pitch-black soil, and was quickly swallowed by the soil.

Bai Mo looked around, only thinking that everything that happened in this dream was quite interesting, wishing that a camera would appear in his hand immediately to record the scenes in front of him.

The three of them, headed by the one-eyed old man, walked towards a certain destination with all odds and turns, keeping silent all the time.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice broke the silence.

Bai Mo looked at the trembling old man for a while, and suddenly became curious: "Master, why are you shivering all the time? Is it because the weather is very cold?"

The old man had a cold expression, tightened his military coat tightly, and did not answer.

"Your old man is not in good health."

But Bai Mo didn't mean to stop, he said to himself, "I know an old man, he has a very strong body, and he is very keen on maintaining his body, basking in the sun every day... In terms of health preservation, you may be able to follow him." He learns..."

It is said that dreams are always the opposite. Could this old man be the reflection of the old man in Buyu Village?Bai Mo suddenly thought.

The old man was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "Young man, it's not a bad thing to say a few words less."

"Why? It's boring not to talk."

Bai Mo thought for a while, and said seriously, "Actually, I rarely have the opportunity to talk to people."

"Silence is golden. If you really want to talk, you can talk to these coffins around you, and talk to the dead in the coffin."

Bai Mo was slightly taken aback.

"Talk to the coffin?"

After a while, he hesitated, "But I did do this before..."

The old man's face trembled: "How to do it?"

"Talk to the dead."

"..."

Listening to this conversation, Lu Zhan secretly thought it was funny, but also felt that Bai Mo was a little lonely.

As the gravekeeper, Bai Mo seemed to be alone in the cemetery all the time, without anyone to talk to. He could only confide his emotions to those nameless tombstones and coffins all day long.

He has always regarded Bai Mo as a taboo sequence, but he has never deeply understood what kind of person Bai Mo is and what kind of thoughts he has.

The old man was silent for a moment, and said in a gloomy tone: "Every place has its rules, and one of the rules here is not to talk when walking around."

"Why?" Bai Mo was taken aback and asked with interest.

"Dead people can't speak. Those who speak will be regarded as alien by the corpse and attacked by them."

Bai Mo raised his eyebrows: "What a temper!"

Is this a matter of temper or not?
Lu Zhan couldn't understand why Bai Mo's focus was so strange, he asked, "Then what are the other rules?"

The old man glanced at him, but he didn't hide it: "Don't talk when you walk around, don't turn around where you are, don't stop when you pass by a house, and don't knock when you enter a house."

Weird rules...but don't we just talk as we walk around now?

Lu Zhan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly asked, "Why can't you knock on the door when you enter the house?"

He remembered the knock on the door that had been mentioned many times in the corpse knocking incident.

"Because things can go wrong, and the costs of being wrong are severe."

"What price?"

"Ah."

The old man didn't answer Lu Zhan's questioning, his eyes moved slightly, as if he was proud of arousing their curiosity.

But at this moment, Bai Mo suddenly asked a question: "Then what will happen if you don't obey the rules?"

"You can try."

Regarding this, Bai Mo seemed confident: "Just try it, why do I have to obey the rules in my dream?"

The old man was expressionless.

Lu Zhan's mood at this time was extremely complicated.

There is no need to say more about the gravekeeper. The S-level taboo sequence is so terrifying that it is not necessary to repeat it. The danger cannot stand the test.

This unremarkable old man is also terrifyingly strong, although his aura is not obvious, but just looking at the previous shot, it shows that he is not a character to get along with.

He is still not sure what this old man is. It seems that he doesn't have too much fear of Bai Mo like other creatures in the restricted area, but he is obviously afraid, otherwise he won't be too late to make a move——

Lu Zhan could tell that when the old man appeared before, he actually wanted to kill the two of them, but stopped for some reason.

The good news is that the gravekeeper seems to be sure that he is in a dream, which is convenient for his future actions, and it is not impossible to use his ability.

Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Bai Mo suddenly felt bored. He suddenly looked at Lu Zhan and asked, "By the way, you said you were looking for someone, so who are you looking for, do I know him?"

"Maybe we know each other." Lu Zhan replied, "I'll know when I see you later."

More words and more mistakes, compared to answering honestly, he still thinks it is safer to let Bai Mo make up his own brain.

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, Bai Mo was thoughtful, and then showed a suddenly realized expression, as if he already had the answer in his heart.

Seeing this, Lu Zhan sighed inexplicably. In a sense, Bai Mo is actually quite at ease. He has been lying to himself and has not caused any trouble...

"Master, have you found where the living man is?" He asked again.

The old man seemed to ignore him, and after thinking about it, he replied: "Of course, just follow me. As I said, that's what I do."

"Can you really find it? It may be more anxious over there..."

Lu Zhan wondered in his heart, maybe this guy was the one who poured mud into the coffin, found the living, and turned them into the dead—this was his job.

If so, will he lead the way honestly?
"I have lived most of my life, and the difference between the living and the dead can still be seen."

After a while, Bai Mo's voice sounded: "What about you, sir, are you alive or dead?"

As soon as these words came out, the air was instantly quiet.

The old man turned his one eye and stared fixedly at Bai Mo's head. After a while, he sneered and said, "What do you think?"

Bai Mo thought for a while, and said honestly, "Even if he is not dead, he is not far from death."

It was said that Lu Zhan had a terrible toothache, this guy really dared to say anything...

"Bai Mo, don't talk nonsense." He reminded.

"But this is a dream."

Bai Mo looked at him, and thought that although this guy looked like Lu Zhan, he was another him in his dream, why was he always timid?

Ah, life.

A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, he shook his head and said with emotion: "What kind of life blow makes you so cautious even in your dreams?"

(End of this chapter)