"Why..." The puppet man began to slap the window, his lifeless eyes twitching, but being stared at by such dead fish eyes would make anyone uncomfortable.
"Long Kui, what's going on?" Grandpa screamed at Long Kui as if he had eaten a dead rat.
"Bang bang bang." The sound of banging on the window became louder and louder, and my great-grandfather even heard the sound of banging on the door. This undoubtedly showed that there was not only a puppet here, but also a talking puppet.
Grandpa's heart sank, and he had a very bad premonition, because in his dream he saw countless people coming here, but now they are no longer here.
Just as Grandpa Grandpa's heart sank for a moment, the candlelight in the whole room suddenly dimmed, and the flame on the candle wick began to beat.
"Dad, I have a very bad feeling." Liu'er's face became ugly at this time, as if he thought of something terrible.
"Ghost blows out the lamp." Long Kui slowly and softly said these three words.
Grandpa Grandpa's heart tightened when he heard this, and he felt extremely disgusted, because Long Kui's voice at this time turned out to be a girlish voice. Under the dim candlelight, Grandpa Grandpa saw Long Kui's face, and his face was rubbed very thickly.
She put on some powder, put two peach blossoms on her cheeks, and smiled at herself.
"Oh my god." Just for a moment, Long Kui's already terrifying face came up in front of his eyes, and Grandpa screamed and pushed Long Kui away.
After pushing Long Kui away, the great-grandpa just felt that he couldn't stay here anymore, otherwise he would be scared to death. With this thought in his mind, the great-grandpa ran towards the door, only to hear an exclamation from behind.
"Er Gou, why are you going?" It was Liu'er's voice. Grandpa looked back instinctively. The candlelight had returned to normal, and Long Kui's face had not changed.
However, my great-grandpa saw someone squatting in the corner...
Before he could see the appearance of the thing clearly, my great-grandfather felt like someone pushed him from behind, and then he fell down.
After falling out, the great-grandfather found himself on a strange street again, because the doll was no longer there, but there was a scene that lingered in his mind.
That is the little face in the corner, the pale little face, a piece of Tianling Cap has been dug away. It is squatting alone in the corner, looking at you coldly without expression, but when you blink, that little face seems to have never been there.
The same thing happened.
"Where is this place?" My great-grandfather suddenly felt helpless, as if he was about to be exiled at any time. After entering a room, he came out to another world. But here are all rooms, countless rooms.
, there are countless forked roads, and when you go through a certain path and look back, you will have forgotten where you came from.
My great-grandfather was like a lonely ghost, floating here without any destination. He looked at countless rooms as he floated here, and he saw countless rooms as he floated there.
While wandering aimlessly, great-grandpa felt that his shoulders were always extremely cold, as if he was carrying an ice pack. Step by step, great-grandpa felt as if his back was soaked by something, and gradually the sound of footsteps mixed in.
A ticking, ticking sound.
"Tick-tock...tick-tock..." This sound is like tapping your skull, gently, and again...
The sound was not loud, but was extremely clear, echoing in the empty alley.
"What's the sound?" Grandpa felt that his head was in a mess, but the sound of dripping water gradually became the only sound left.
As Grandpa Grandpa muttered, the sound of water drops suddenly disappeared, and there was only a faint moonlight left in the alley, hanging quietly over the immortal city. It is strange to say that as soon as the sound of water drops disappeared, Grandpa Grandpa felt something inside his head again.
It was noisy, as if countless firecrackers were being lit, and they kept crackling.
I don’t know where I am, I don’t know where to go, I don’t even have anyone to talk to. There is only a bright moon in the sky accompanying my great-grandfather. The small shadow under the moonlight is slowly stretched and lengthened, and finally becomes
He looked like an adult.
But if you look carefully, you will find that the shadow is slowly dripping something downward.
However, people could not hold their teeth even after drinking cold water. The moonlight that originally covered the entire undead city suddenly slowly dissipated, and the moonlight began to gather around the undead city.
Great Grandpa could already feel the moonlight behind him being swallowed up by darkness little by little. If he couldn't run quickly, he would definitely fall into darkness.
Human beings naturally resist darkness, so my great-grandfather ran towards a brighter place as if he was grasping at a life-saving straw.
But the more he ran, the grandpa felt that his body was getting heavier, and he could not move faster no matter what. The damn ticking sound appeared again, tick...tick...grandpa's footsteps began to synchronize with the sound of water drops, step by step...step by step...
The sound of water drops before was always vague and vague, like smoke, floating around and unable to be caught. But this time, my great-grandfather heard it really clearly, and the sound of drop after drop came from his own mouth.
Came from behind.
"Gudong." Grandpa's body began to shake like a sieve, because he found that his feet began to move non-stop.
"Beep..."
"despair…"
The sound of water droplets was infinitely amplified, like a huge drop of water falling from the sky, and finally landed on Grandpa Grandpa.
"Why is there the sound of water dripping behind me? Is there something following me?" This thought suddenly came up, and my great-grandfather wanted to look back, but he was afraid that he would really see something.
"Look back, you won't be afraid if you see clearly." Suddenly a voice rang in Grandpa's head. The voice was like a lullaby, forcing Grandpa to slowly turn his head.
As if someone was holding his head and slowly twisting it, my great-grandfather's head turned at an increasingly wider angle, and he was about to be twisted off in the next second.
"I'm going to suffocate." Grandpa was speechless, but his head was still moving, although very slowly, but still moving.
The veins on his forehead had burst out, his whole face had turned red from suppressing it, and his trachea seemed to be strangled by something. My great-grandfather's hands were tightly holding on to his clothes, as if resisting the force.
The speed of the shrinking moonlight seemed to have slowed down, but the sound of water droplets became faster and faster, like a hurried horn, indicating that the next second my great-grandfather's head suddenly turned, then broke his skull, and then fell to the ground.
It fell, but because there was still a layer of human skin hanging around in the air.
"I don't want to die yet." Grandpa's survival consciousness was aroused at this moment, and he turned his head in the opposite direction little by little.
At this time, the moonlight became dim, and it seemed that the place would be swallowed up by darkness in the next second, but through the light and shadow, I saw that my great-grandfather's neck was sinking a little.
It turned out to be the outline of a hand, a child's hand.
"Crack." The moonlight had slowly disappeared. Under the last ray of light, I saw my great-grandfather's pupils suddenly shrinking. (To be continued)