Five hundred and seventieth chapters those memories eight
"Oh my God! I don't want to donate blood!" Yang Kun screamed and jumped into the abyss.
"It's so dangerous!" Yang Kun calmed down, lowered his head and looked up, and found that he was hanging on a wooden stake. His face turned blue with fear, and he climbed up the wooden stake using his hands and feet.
"Are you okay?" Xiaoxue asked with concern.
Yang Kun shook his head and said, "I'm scared to death."
"Here, stick this up. Although the bloody bat doesn't dare to come down, there is something more terrifying than the bloody bat, and that is the undead." Xiaoxue said while handing over a yellow paper talisman.
Came over.
Yang Kun took the paper talisman and saw mysterious characters drawn with cinnabar on the paper talisman.
"What is the undead? Is this thing useful to it?" Yang Kun held the wooden stake in one hand and the yellow paper charm in the other, and said while looking at it.
"Dead spirits are also called evil spirits. In fact, they were also human beings during their lifetime, but they were imprisoned here after death and could not be reincarnated as human beings. As a result, they formed a strong resentment and liked to suck living souls, which is what people call soul-eating."
"Soul-eating? Compared with that vampire bat, this one is indeed more terrifying. Let me tell you what you think. Even if you are looking for some clothes, there is no need for you to bring me to a place like this."
"Don't worry, I come in and out here often. As long as you do as I say, you'll be fine."
"Oh, tell me, how do you use this thing?" Yang Kun asked, holding the yellow paper charm in his hand. He knew that this thing was the same as the charms painted by Taoist priests on earth, and it had the effect of avoiding ghosts and exorcising evil spirits.
"If we stick it on our forehead like this, the dead souls won't be able to see us." After Xiaoxue finished speaking, she spat a little and stuck the paper charm on her forehead.
"Put it on your forehead? Wouldn't that make you a zombie?"
"Stop talking nonsense and post it quickly. If you don't post it, you will really become a zombie." Xiaoxue pointed at a white thing floating in the abyss and said.
"Okay." Yang Kun knew that the white thing might be the undead, so he didn't dare to neglect and quickly put the paper charm on it.
"Woo~", the white thing was getting closer and closer, and it made a harsh sound.
It was a transparent person, but its facial expression was very terrifying, and its eyes were like two dark holes, with no eyeballs visible at all.
"Is this the undead? It's really scary." Yang Kun shrank his head and stood motionless on the wooden stake, not even daring to breathe.
When the undead came over, Yang Kun clearly felt that the temperature in the air dropped sharply, as if he was trapped in an ice cellar, so he couldn't help but sneeze.
"Ah sneeze!"
The paper talisman on Yang Kun's forehead shook and was blown away, and then he fell into the abyss.
The undead spirit suddenly roared and rushed straight towards Yang Kun.
"Ah?" Yang Kun exclaimed, and immediately he was in a hurry. His grip on the wooden stake loosened, his feet slipped, and he fell into the abyss with a whoosh.
The whistling wind sounded beside his ears. Suddenly, Yang Kun paused. He opened his eyes and saw a white shadow flashing past. The undead grabbed Yang Kun's clothes and hung it in mid-air.
"Let me go, let go..."
Yang Kun struggled, but when he looked at the bottomless abyss, he immediately closed his mouth and thought to himself: "It seems that I will definitely die today."
"Cackle, cluck, cluck~"
The undead let out a harsh laugh, as if coming from hell, which made Yang Kun's scalp tingle.
Immediately, several more undead souls swam up, then roared and rushed toward Yang Kun crazily.