The community where Fu Yang lives is an employee community of a large state-owned enterprise in the 1980s. The area is very large. He lives in the innermost area, and it is quite far to escape from the community.
He ran and ran, panting from exhaustion, but did not dare to stop.
For some reason, Fu Yang felt that tonight was strange.
Although it's past ten o'clock in the evening, the community is too quiet, right?!
"Could it be that I'm dreaming? This is all so unreasonable!"
A strange idea suddenly appeared in Fu Yang's mind.
It would be great if this was just a nightmare...
Unfortunately, he pinched the soft flesh on his thigh hard. The pain made him grin, indicating that this was not a dream at all!
"It seems like it's not a dream, so I'm too unlucky, right? I must have been haunted by a ghost when I went to Deng Long's house during the day for an interview and investigation! Damn it! I'm just a street vendor.
The editor of a small newspaper has no grievances against Uncle Ghost, so why bother bothering me even after killing Deng Long? I feel so wronged!"
Fu Yang complained endlessly in his heart.
It feels as if the eggs have been broken...
But okay, turn around an alley in the community. Then pass a garbage station, and in front of you is the gate of the community!
As long as you rush out, you will find a bustling road with people and traffic. You will definitely be saved by then.
"Come on Fu Yang! Just rush out of this alley and turn a corner and you'll almost be saved!"
He encouraged himself secretly in his heart.
Ten meters, eight meters, five meters...
Just as he was about to rush out of this dark and dark alley, suddenly there was a loud noise in front of him!
Then, a group of old men and women turned in from the front of the alley, blocking Fu Yang's path.
what's the situation?!
"Why are there so many old men and women? Did they just come home from the square dance?" Fu Yang was confused.
wrong!
His pupils suddenly narrowed and he could clearly see the group of people in front of him.
All the clothes he was wearing were the kind of shrouds only the dead would wear!!!
Moreover, his face was covered with a gray layer of corpse aura, and his eyes were also grey-white.
If this naughty man were alive, Mr. Xiong would turn into an upright and cute little pet!
"Wait a minute? Who is Mr. Xiong? I don't know him at all."
Fu Yang had this idea subconsciously popping up in his head just now, but he felt strange at the same time.
Because he didn't know anyone named Mr. Xiong at all.
But it's too late to think about these strange thoughts now!
Faced with a group of dead people wearing shrouds suddenly blocking the entrance to the alley in front, Fu Yang could only turn around and run away while frantically shouting curse words at God.
But he stopped just after running a few steps...
Because behind the alley, a group of people also appeared!
There are men, women, and children, all wearing black shrouds, and their faces are covered with a layer of gray death. Their eyes are gray and white, and their expressions are fierce and cold. Just looking at them makes people's hearts tremble.
"It's over! A group of ghosts actually made dumplings for me? They were surrounded from the front and back. I've been unlucky for eight lifetimes. I've never seen ghosts before, and this time I saw a large group of them."
A feeling of despair arose in Fu Yang's heart.
From both ends of the alley, there were a group of zombies approaching him!
Now, unless you really grow wings, you will probably end up here tonight...
"No! I can't sit still and wait for death. It's from Male Gobi! Even if a ghost wants to kill me, it won't be so easy. Even if it means death, I have to fight first."
Fu Yang's heart was filled with fierce fighting spirit again.
He quickly looked around to see if he could find any useful weapons.
Good luck!
In the grass nearby, there is a mop. It is the kind of mop with a metal handle. As long as the head is removed, it is a waving and whirring steel pipe!
Fu Yang hurried over and found the weapon he wanted before the two groups of zombies were about to completely close in on him.
With the steel pipe in hand, I have the world!
"Come on! I'm not that easy to bully. Even if you are ghosts and want to eat me, you must pay the price."
The ferocity and bloodiness in Fu Yang's heart also burst out. Even if he died today, he would definitely smash the heads of many of these damn zombies!
Whoosh!
The two groups of ghosts in front and behind stopped when they were about five meters away from Fu Yang.
Then the group of zombies in front of the alley separated from the middle, and a white-haired old lady with an outline of her body came out. Her eyes were cold, and there was a strange and mocking smile on her lips.
It turned out to be Deng Long’s mother whom I met during the day!
At this time, she was completely different from the daytime. Her whole body exuded a terrifying and sinister aura, and she almost had the words "I am a demon" written on her forehead.
"How could this happen? You...you..."
Fu Yang looked at her and was speechless.
He could feel that this old lady should be a living person!
"Quack, quack, you kid. You are so good. A spiritual seed that has not yet begun to practice is delivered to your door. What an old woman, my luck. Quack... I drank your blood, ate your flesh, and swallowed
Your soul, old woman, might be able to break through to the late stage of the mage realm."
As the evil monster spoke, he gently waved his hand towards his face. Suddenly a twisted mist appeared there, and after it dissipated, a completely different face appeared.
"You, you are not Deng Long's mother?"
Fu Yang said in surprise.
"Gah ga ga. Of course not! That old woman has been eaten by my ghost slave a long time ago. His son's soul is stronger, so he was also swallowed by me. It's so delicious! But compared to a cultivator like you,
Said, that’s too far off.”
Practicing Taoism?
Seeds of monasticism?
Fu Yang is an editor who writes horror stories for magazines, and he also understands these things. It's just feudal superstition that he usually thinks of, but he didn't expect to actually encounter a ghost today. And there are demons who can control ghosts!
"What is the seed of cultivation? I have no enmity or grudge against you."
Fu Yang clenched the steel pipe in his hand and asked fiercely.
The demonic old woman said lightly: "I'm going to eat you soon anyway, so I don't care to tell you. The so-called cultivation seeds are people who have the talent to practice magic. You know, not everyone can practice magic. This is
A natural talent. And you, if you practice Taoism, you should be very powerful, right? Maybe you have a chance to become a real person. What a pity, you are going to be eaten by me now... Children, come on! Get him here.
"
She waved her hand, and all the zombies and ghosts around her screamed and rushed toward Fu Yang.
"Holy crap! It turns out that I have the talent to practice magic. If I had known earlier, why would I still be hanging around in a big city? I should have gone straight to find a famous mountain Taoist sect to become a disciple... It's a pity that it's too late."
Fu Yang felt a little regretful, but he still waved the steel pipe in his hand and faced a large group of walking zombies rushing towards him! (Third update)