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"Quack...Quack...Quack..."

The sleeping body awakens among the dead branches and rotten leaves! The crows, symbolizing death, cry miserably on the branches of the ancient tree!

The bright moon breaks through the dark clouds, and a white light is projected on a mass grave.

"Puff!" A hand as white as jade breaks out of the wasteland!

"Where is this?"

The moonlight is scattered on the hills, projected on a disheveled boy.

He looked around, blankly, with only crows and beasts howling around.

The moon is cold and the light is cold, and the wind is strong at night.

He looked at his clothes full of dirt, and then said sadly: "Am I not dead?"

Then, he closed his eyes silently, and all kinds of memories of his previous life flooded into his mind.

When he saw a car out of control about to hit a child, the cowardly boy who had been eating and waiting to die at that moment actually stepped forward and rushed up.

That was the bravest decision Zhuo Bufan had ever made in his life. He saved the child, but he was caught under the wheels and crushed.

At that moment, he knew that he was dead.

"Yes, I should have died. Even if I survived, I should have been in the hospital!"

Zhuo Bufan looked down at his dirty hands, which were covered with dirt and blood.

Then he looked around and found that he was not in a hospital, but in a mass grave. There were piles of corpses and residual fire all around.

Right under his feet, he was stepping on the palm of a corpse.

"Where is this?"

His mumbling obviously didn't get any answer, so he took his feet and walked towards the mass grave.

The crows around were startled and croaked. He was like a Shura who walked out of hell, stepping on a road destined to be paved with blood and bones.

After leaving the mass grave, he came to a fork in the road.

Two roads, one on the left and one on the right, leading to different directions.

How to choose at the first fork in life?

Zhuo Bufan stopped and raised his eyes slightly. There was a dead tree at the intersection of the fork.

The dead tree was full of crows. As soon as Zhuo Bufan approached, they began to croak.

"Is there anyone?"

Zhuo Bufan's eyes fell on an old man standing under the dead tree. He leaned on a stick, leaned against the dead tree, and faced Zhuo Bufan with his head drooped, as if he was waiting for him there on purpose.

There were two crows standing on his shoulders, and they obviously regarded him as part of the dead wood.

"Old man, old man!" Zhuo Bufan approached him and said.

The dying old man heard this, and his stiff body trembled slightly. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Zhuo Bufan in front of him.

What kind of eyes were those, empty, confused, and dark, as if someone had dug out the eyeballs, leaving only two black holes.

His face was even more terrifying, as if he had been drained of his blood, with wrinkled skin and bones, dry and sallow, just like a dried corpse, which made Zhuo Bufan take two steps back.

"You, want, to, ask, for, the way?" The old man's voice was even more old, and it felt like every word was burst out of his last breath.

Zhuo Bufan nodded woodenly!

After hearing this, the old man continued to speak in that intermittent tone.

"On the left, Wan Yao Valley! On the right, Linshui Town."

Wan Yao Valley, Linshui Town, are both very familiar names.

When Zhuo Bufan heard these two place names, an inexplicable sense of familiarity arose spontaneously.

Zhuo Bufan bowed his head and thanked: "Thank you old man for showing me the way."

After that, he prepared to go to the right.

The name of Wan Yao Valley, as soon as you hear it, you know it is a terrible place. Unless you are looking for death, you will not choose this road.

And Linshui Town is a village, and a village means there are people. Now he just wants to see more people, more of the same kind.

"Wait!" Just as Zhuo Bufan was moving forward, the old man took a breath and shouted.

"Take this with you, it can help you get out of the maze." The old man said, shaking his right hand and reaching out to Zhuo Bufan.

In his right hand, he held a black feather. It looked like he had plucked it from a dead crow.

Zhuo Bufan took the feather doubtfully, and then thanked again: "Thank you!"

After that, he took the crow's feather and headed towards the mountain path on the right without looking back.

The old man felt a little weird, and an inexplicable sense of tension made Zhuo Bufan speed up his pace. He always felt that something was following him, with a pair of eyes staring at him.

But from time to time, there was nothing.

Zhuo Bufan, with a nervous mood, held the crow's feather tightly in his hand and continued to move forward.

Soon, the surroundings were shrouded in mist unconsciously. There was a pungent smell in the mist, like the smell released by burning sulfur.

"This thing seems to be really useful." Zhuo Bufan found that the black feather was faintly releasing a faint black light, blocking the miasma outside.

Zhuo Bufan quickened his pace and quickly passed through the miasma. The scenery in front of him changed again and turned into a valley.

"Where is the town?" Zhuo Bufan frowned.

The Linshui Town he expected did not appear in front of him. Instead, it was a dead valley.

When the evening breeze blew, a disgusting smell of blood came from the depths of the valley, mixed with a foul smell.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!" A series of blue phantoms passed by him, startling Zhuo Bufan.

A pair of blood-red eyes stared at him quietly in the darkness.

Zhuo Bufan could faintly hear the low panting sound, which was the excitement that the beast could not conceal after seeing its prey.

Zhuo Bufan was targeted by a group of monsters!

"Damn it, this road does not lead to Linshui Town, but to Wan Yao Valley."

Zhuo Bufan suddenly realized that he was deceived by the old man. The old man did it on purpose and pointed him to a dead end.

Zhuo Bufan couldn't figure out why the old man wanted to harm him when he had no grudges against him.

"Quack..."

The crow feather held tightly in his hand suddenly turned into a real crow, and then broke free from Zhuo Bufan's hand and flew into the sky.

After circling in the air for a week, it flew straight to the mass grave, which was the direction of the old man.

Zhuo Bufan was left where he was.

Zhuo Bufan's heartbeat had already jumped to his throat. He swore that he had never been so nervous before.

When he looked around, he found that he was surrounded by a group of beasts he had never seen before.

They were wolf-shaped beasts, with blue flames burning on their heads, and their eyes were scarlet as blood, looking extremely scary.

Zhuo Bufan stood there, not daring to move. But the group of nether wolves slowly surrounded him.

Under the moonlight, the group of nether wolves soared into the air, drew a graceful arc in the air, and then pounced on Zhuo Bufan.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

In an instant, Zhuo Bufan's neck, arms, thighs, body, head...

All parts of his body were torn apart by those nether wolves with their sharp teeth that could bite stones.

Skin torn, flesh torn, bones torn, blood spurted!

Zhuo Bufan fell in a pool of blood, and the white moon in the sky turned scarlet in his eyes.

"Haha, I'm going to die just like that?"

He couldn't even feel the pain anymore, because his brain had quickly lost consciousness and became food for the Nether Wolf.

The blood moon in his eyes became darker and darker until it was completely dark.

Just when Zhuo Bufan thought that he was really going to report to the King of Hell this time.

In the darkness, three white stone doors suddenly appeared in front of him. On the stone doors, there were densely packed symbols and words that he couldn't understand.

And in the center of the stone door, there was a blank. There was nothing on the blanks of two of the stone doors. And on the blank of the third stone door, there were three words "Mass Grave".

Zhuo Bufan tried to push the first two stone doors, and found that the two stone doors were completely unmoved.

And when he pushed open the stone door with the three words "Mass Grave" written on it...

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz..."

The stone door slowly opened, and a dazzling light was projected from inside.

Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan didn't think much and stepped forward...

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