Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 732 The Howling Tree

The deeper he went into the woods, the more his sense of fear turned into despair.

At this moment, Yan Nian really had only one thought in his mind, and that was to run and escape from here as soon as possible!

He forced himself to only look at Suwazhi's white back, and tried to clear up all distracting thoughts in his mind. He even recited the "Dainari Tathagata Vajra Mantra" intermittently, but the sense of hopeless fear was like tarsus maggots. , go hand in hand.

They did not know how long they had walked in the woods, and in this dreadful place every extra step seemed like years.

It's just that the sober figure in front of him stopped suddenly.

"The, the..."

Yan Nian really didn't want to appear in front of Su Xingzhi crying like a child.

But now he is extremely eager to touch himself with her cold little hand when he wakes up, it seems that he can instantly feel at ease in this way.

Yan Nianzhen staggered towards Su Xingzhi, but without paying attention, he tripped over a tree root under his feet, and he immediately rushed forward.

After falling down, Yan Nianzhen couldn't stand up again.

A sudden sense of fear swept through his body from the part where he touched the ground, which made him motionless like a zombie.

And because of excessive fear, his beautiful hands had to be inserted into the ground fiercely, as if he wanted to just dig a hole and bury himself in it.

Ning Mei and Ma Jing who were following behind Yan Nianzhen seemed to have tripped over a tree root, and at this moment, another flare was thrown into the air.

But Yan Nianzhen and the others are more willing to trek in the dark like just now.

They are surrounded by dense trees, but these trees seem to be imprisoned in eternal torment, and even the soul cannot be released.

The twisted branches of these trees are like limbs of the soul, tangled in pain; the twisted roots stick out of the ground, as if trying to escape the place in vain.

There is a big hole in the branches of every tree, and the vitality of the tree flows out of this big hole in an endless stream.

Even without the wind, the trees made a rustling sound, as if they could not bear such pain and wailed.

"Okay, so scary."

Ning Mei hugged her head, and bright red tears of blood slowly flowed from her eyes, falling on the dead leaves on the ground, as if they were tears of blood flowing from these ancient trees.

(End of this chapter)