We Monsters Are Not Allowed to Be Single

Are you going with me? "

Xue Meng said without hesitation: "I'll be with you."

Follow the boss to feel safe.

His expression was full of trust, without a trace of fear or estrangement.

Jiang Ran laughed: "Let's go then."

The two threw down the Huang branch book and strode towards the grave with a flashlight.

The author has something to say:

Food greed: The takeout is finished, and the rest will be picked up.

Xue Meng: I didn't see anything.

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Chapter 53

The entire Sanshui Village was under the shroud of black mist, and the small woods that walked through in the day were only left with a vague black outline, which was fascinating and even more gloomy.

Xue Meng Yibu also tended to follow Jiang Ran.

Jiang Ran gave him the phone. The flashlight on the phone didn't have a large lighting range, so it could only illuminate the road under his feet. Xue Mengde always paid attention to his feet to keep up with Jiang Rian's footsteps. He noticed that Jiang Qian didn't need lighting, and he walked flat in the dark.

When he came together with curiosity, he couldn't control his mouth a little, and started to babble again: "Why are we walking over? Can't we fly?"

Humans' understanding of monsters always seems to be omnipotent, especially when Xue Meng watched Jiang Rian bite off the head of the strange bird with his own eyes. Jiang Ran is better than the strange bird, so he should be able to fly... right?

Jiang Ran glanced at him sideways: "Do you want to fly?"

Xue Mengdao: "Think, who didn't have a dream of going to heaven when they were young?"

Jiang Ran sighed slowly, and asked his opinion politely: "Then I will take you to fly?"

He was thinking that walking slowly was a waste of time. If he hadn't taken care of Xue Meng's fragile heart, he would not walk on two legs.

"OK!!!!!"

Before Xue Meng finished a good word, it turned into a scream.

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The **** beast held him in his mouth, his limbs grabbed the tree and quickly climbed to the top of the tree, and then quickly jumped between the tree crowns as if walking on the ground. The surging black fog and the vague shadow of the tree were all stepped on by him, and even the sound of the wind whistling through his ears became clear.

"..."

Xue Meng couldn't move, he took a deep breath, and the faint protest was blown away by the wind: "What I want is not this kind of flying!"

This is not the same as acting on TV.

Jiang Ran's ears trembled, pretending not to hear his protest.

The two reached the end of the forest in the blink of an eye. Jiang Ran stopped at the top of the tree and looked down. At the end of the forest is a continuous hillside. Filled with dust, weeds and vines grew again. The only few trees in the cemetery with slanted branches were entangled to death by vines, leaving only the twisted dead branches extending towards the sky.

The black cylindrical building that I saw during the day stands behind these stone graves, backed by a hillside that is not too high. When I looked closer, I realized that it was actually a tower with three floors, about five or six meters high, and the top of the tower was drum-shaped. A rectangular hole on one side, and several small holes distributed around the tower body.

Those black mists continuously escaped from these stone graves and towers.

Xue Meng originally wanted to count how many stone graves there are, but after counting, he was fascinated by the count. He whispered: "Why are there so many stone graves?"

These stone tombs have no tombstones, and the tombs are piled high above the ground, like cages. After a long time, they feel more and more gloomy and terrible.

Jiang Rian's red vertical pupil narrowed and jumped down from the treetop.

Xue Meng didn't dare to scream this time, he clutched his heart that jumped out of his throat, and said sincerely to Jiang Qian, "Next time we will walk. I think walking is good, healthy, and able to exercise."

Jiang Ran blinked his eyes and arched him with the corner of his head.

Xue Meng was arched to the ground by him, his eyes fluttering: "I don't think there is any sense of reality at all now."

As he said, he pushed Jiang Rian's head to the side: "Don't hold your mouth to me, otherwise I always feel that you will bite off my head in the next second."

The scene where the strange bird was bitten and turned around was probably the biggest psychological shadow of his life.

Jiang Ran no longer deliberately frightened him. He transformed into a human form, squatting down and staring at Xue Meng's right hand: "What is under your hand?"

Xue Meng looked back abruptly, and saw a piece of gray hand bones scattered in the untidy haystack. Half of the hand bone was stuck in the crack of the brick of the stone grave, as if sticking out from the grave.

And his hand was just pressing on the bone of his hand.

Xue Meng:! ! !

He scrambled up to the ground, bowed respectfully three times to the grave, and muttered "I didn't mean it, you adults don't remember the villain's fault" and so on.

Jiang Ran squatted down, followed the cracks in the bricks where his hand bones were exposed, and opened a gap in the tomb, revealing the situation inside.

Xue Meng condemned and looked at the dry bones in the grave in amazement: "Why is this grave hollow..."

Immediately after remembering something, his face turned pale.

"This is... a living grave?"

Among the posts about Sanshui Village he read before he came in, one of them talked about the graves of living people.

Jiang Ran mumbled, pointing to the dry bones in the grave and said: "The old people in Sanshui Village who are over 60 years old should be here."

The tomb of the living, as the name suggests, is the tomb where the living is buried.

Earlier, people in some places believed that the old man deserved to die after he was sixty years old. If he did not die, it would compromise the happiness of his children and grandchildren, which was called "living children and grandchildren." Old people who are still healthy after sixty years old are not seen by their children and grandchildren. Children and grandchildren will use bricks to build a grave that can accommodate just one person, place the old man in the grave, add a brick to the grave once a day is delivered, and completely close the gap in the grave after three hundred and sixty days. Even if the old man was buried.

Fortunately, some old people survived three hundred and sixty-five days before being sealed alive in the grave.

Jiang Ran has seen living graves before, but they are far less numerous than Sanshui Village.

These tombs are densely packed together, some are new and some are old, and I don't know when they continued.

Xue Meng's body was cold, and these graves were all lives.

He looked around, and the more he looked around, he felt frightened. He even saw a new grave with wreaths not far away. He remembered that the funeral was only held in the village before. The old man who died was just 60 years old... His heart sank, and he strode to the new grave. He wanted to confirm The old man in the grave is dead or alive, but he is nailed to the spot when he sees the scene in the grave.

"Jiang Rian..."

His voice trembled badly, his body stiffened and he dared not move.

When Jiang Ran heard the sound, he saw that the new tomb was not completely sealed, and there was a freshly eaten bone lying in the tomb. Next to the bone, there was an ungrown Gu eagle. The size is half a human, but the beak and claws are sharp enough.

Jiang Rian loves cubs, but for these Gu eagle cubs, he can't give birth to any love for them.

He grabbed the Gu eagle that was about to attack with his bare hands, frowning and enduring its harsh cry. Asked Xue Meng to take out the rope from the bag to tie its wings, and then broke off its beak and sharp claws to prevent escape, and then hung the screaming Gu sculpture upside down on a dead tree.

The sorrowful cry of the baby suddenly echoed over the grave.

Xue Meng was a little flustered by his operation: "Shall we wait here?"

"I am waiting here."

Jiang Ran looked around, pointed to a coffin thrown behind, and said to Xue Meng: "Go and hide in the coffin, lest I won't care about you later."

Xue Meng was a little frustrated, but he also knew that he would be dragged down if he stayed, so he could only bite the bullet and move to the side of the coffin, removing the lid of the coffin and praying that there would be no dead inside. Fortunately, this was an empty coffin. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly hid in, then closed the lid of the coffin.

There were already several calls that were getting closer and closer, and Xue Meng almost wanted to hit the coffin board with his head, as the magic sound pierced his ears.

Fortunately, soon there was another low and majestic growl that disrupted the stern cry. Xue Meng, who recovered, rubbed his sore ears and continued to listen to the movement outside.

The cries of the little Gu eagle brought back two bigger Gu eagles. It was bigger than the five previously eaten. Jiang Ran guessed that they should be Xiao Gu Diao's parents.

Two Gu eagles hovered in a circle, screaming in anger, and swooping from the air to Jiang Rian from left to right.

Jiang Yan became more and more courageous as he fought, raised his head and let out a low growl, showing his sharp fangs, and rushed up in the face...@∞好文，All in Jinjiang Literature City

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Outside Sanshui Village. @∞好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Under the silent night, a dragon with golden scales moves from far to near. His body is vigorous and his wings are powerful. Every time he **** his head, the dark clouds that gather above his head become darker, and the thick clouds of lightning walk around, brewing at any time. Thunderstorms and heavy rain.

Ying Qiao was worried about Jiang Ran, and instead of meeting Chen Hua and others, he rushed to Sanshui Village first.

Upon arrival, Sanshui Village, including the surrounding hills and woods, had been shrouded in ghosts, and the surging ghosts were still expanding outward.

He bowed his head and looked down, the golden dragon pupils were dangerously narrowed, accompanied by a low dragon moan, a dazzling lightning swiftly struck the ghost miasma——

The dazzling electric light tore a gap in the dark ghost miasma, Ying Qiao looked at the direction, and rushed in with a flick of his tail.

After passing through the ghost miasma, Ying Qiao saw Sanshui Village. The dilapidated village stood quietly in the black mist, as if it had been integrated with the ghost miasma. The big trees at the entrance of the village only have dead branches, the weeds on the side of the road are withered, and the moss on the wall is an unknown black and red...

Ying Qiao fell to the ground