The gray mist filled the air, and three figures gradually emerged from the darkness, one old and two young, with different expressions.
The old man's face was expressionless, and his waist seemed to be under some kind of heavy pressure. It was bent so hard that his head was almost touching the ground. He tilted his neck and stared coldly at the ground with his only single eye, turning slightly from time to time and looking quietly.
To the two people around him.
The two young men were similar in age, and they looked at the old man from time to time, but the expressions on their faces were completely different.
One of them had his hands in his pockets, seemingly casually, but in fact he had a cold face and looked quite alert. The other one had no real sense of urgency, as if he was out on a spring outing. He was looking at the surrounding environment with interest and admiration all the way.
Surrounded by cabins with almost identical appearances, they are decayed and old, and the walls are covered with mottled mold spots. It can be seen that they have been there for a long time.
The huts are connected together, and among the criss-crossing roads, blood-colored light spots can be vaguely seen flashing, flickering on and off, as if they are eyes.
The owner of the eyes is quite mysterious, his figure is completely hidden in the darkness, as if he is part of the boundless darkness, watching everything with cold eyes.
Above the sky, the crow flapped its wings and left, bringing out a scarlet rain that fell on the dark soil and was quickly swallowed up by the soil.
Bai Mo looked around, feeling that everything that happened in this dream was quite interesting. He wished he could have a camera in his hand to record the scenes in front of him.
The three of them, led by the one-eyed old man, walked towards a certain destination in a zigzag manner, always remaining silent.
I don’t know how long it took, but a voice broke the silence.
Bai Mo looked at the trembling old man for a while, then suddenly became curious: "Uncle, why are you shaking all the time? Is it because it's 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."
However, Bai Mo didn't mean to stop. He said to himself, "I know an old man who has very strong bones. He is also very keen on taking care of himself and basking in the sun every day... In terms of health care, you may be able to follow
Let him study..."
It is said that dreams are reversed. 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 calmly: "Young man, it's not a bad thing to say a few words less."
"Why? It's so boring if you don't 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 the coffins around you and the dead people in the coffins."
Bai Mo was slightly startled.
"Talk to the coffin?"
After a long while, he hesitated and said, "But I did do this before..."
The old man's face trembled: "How to do it?"
"Talking to the dead."
"..."
Lu Zhan listened to this conversation and secretly thought it was funny, but he also felt that Bai Mo was a little lonely for no reason.
As a tombkeeper, Bai Mo seemed to have been alone in the cemetery, with no one to talk to. He could only talk to the nameless tombstones and coffins all day long about his joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
He always regarded Bai Mo as a taboo sequence, but he never had a deep understanding of what kind of person Bai Mo was and what kind of thoughts he had.
The old man was silent for a moment and said in a gloomy tone: "Every place has its own rules. One of the rules here is not to talk when walking around."
"Why?" Bai Mo was stunned and asked with interest.
"Dead people cannot speak. People who speak will be regarded as aliens by the corpses and will be attacked by them."
Bai Mo raised his eyebrows: "What a big temper!"
Is this a matter of temper or not?
Lu Zhan couldn't understand why Bai Mo's focus was so strange. He asked, "What are the other rules?"
The old man glanced at him and didn't hide anything: "Don't talk when you walk around, don't look back where you are, don't stop when you pass by a house, and don't knock on the door when you enter a house."
Weird rules...but aren't we just talking while walking around now?
Lu Zhan's heart moved and he suddenly asked: "Why can't you knock on the door when entering the house?"
He recalled the knock on the door mentioned by many people who had experienced the corpse knocking incident.
"Because things can go wrong, and the costs of making mistakes are severe."
"What price?"
"Oh."
The old man did not answer Lu Zhan's question. His eyes moved slightly, as if he was satisfied with arousing the curiosity of the two people.
At this moment, Bai Mo suddenly asked a question: "What will happen if you don't follow the rules?"
"You can try."
In this regard, Bai Mo seemed confident: "Just give it a try. Why do I have to follow the rules in my dream?"
The old man's face was expressionless.
Lu Zhan's mood was particularly complicated at this time.
There is no need to say more about the tombkeeper. The S-level taboo sequence does not need to be described in detail, and the danger cannot withstand the temptation at all.
This old man with an unattractive appearance is also terrifyingly powerful. Although his aura is not obvious, just looking at the previous attack shows that he is not an easy character to deal with.
He is still not sure what this old man is. It seems that he is not as afraid of Bai Mo as other forbidden creatures, but he is obviously still afraid, otherwise he would not have been reluctant to take action——
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 have recognized that he is in a dream, which will facilitate his subsequent actions and it is not impossible to use his abilities.
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."
Talking too much can lead to mistakes. Rather than answering honestly, he still felt it was safer to let Bai Mo figure it out on his own.
As expected, after he finished speaking, he saw Bai Mo thoughtfully, and then showed an expression of sudden realization, as if he already had the answer in his heart.
Seeing this, Lu Zhan felt inexplicably. In a sense, this guy Bai Mo is actually quite worry-free. He has been lying to himself and has never caused any trouble...
"Uncle, have you found the location of the living person?" he asked again.
The old man seemed to want to ignore him. After thinking about it, he replied: "Of course, just follow me. I told you, this is what I do."
"Can you really find it? They may be anxious over there..."
Lu Zhan suspected that maybe this guy was the one who filled the coffins with mud, found living people, and turned them into dead people - this was his job.
If so, will he lead the way honestly?
"I have lived for most of my life, and I can still see the difference between the living and the dead."
After a while, Bai Mo's voice sounded: "What about you, uncle? Are you alive or dead?"
As soon as these words came out, the air became silent for an instant.
The old man turned his one eye and stared at Bai Mo's head. After a while, he sneered: "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."
Hearing this, Lu Zhan had a severe 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 to himself that although this guy looked like Lu Zhan, he was another person in his dream. Why was he always so timid?
Alas, life.
A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, he shook his head and sighed: "What kind of blow in life makes you so cautious even in your dreams?"
