Restricted area grave keeper

Chapter 257 The One-eyed Old Man
The sky was gray.

The gray mist keeps puffing and puffing not far away, accompanied by some kind of strange rhythm, it seems to be gradually connecting with the dead sky, like a weakening heartbeat, or like the evening bell, full of dead silence.

No one knew what monsters were hidden in the fog, but just seeing the big hand that occasionally stirred up the gray fog was enough to prove that this gray fog was a sea of ​​terror that must never be stepped on.

The area that the Sea of ​​Terror can't cover is a large expanse of black soil, which is also the burial ground of countless identical wooden houses. superior.

There are no road signs, no reference objects, only countless wooden houses and the endless vast land. It seems that there is no concept of direction here. Once you get stuck here, you can no longer get out.

Bai Mo clung to the wooden house, followed along the traces left by the scavenger, and swept behind him with the corner of his eyes.

As expected, the cut road behind him was recovering little by little, which made him lose his position very quickly.

But this is not important, his goal is the scavenger, as long as he can get the key to restore his strength from it, he can leave here at any time, where he is is not a problem.

But the scavenger was much faster than him. When he arrived exhausted, the door of the cabin in front of him had already been opened.

If the efficiency of the scavenger is high enough, maybe the living person who just emerged has been sent back into the coffin.

The long and fast journey consumed too much energy, Bai Mo adjusted his breathing slightly, and waited for a while, seeing that there was no movement in the wooden house, he slowed down and approached the wooden house.

However, when he walked to the door of the wooden house, he found that there was no one in the house.

There was only a dark coffin lying alone in the center of the wooden house.

"have they gone?"

Bai Mo was not surprised by such a situation, but was a little disappointed.

The speed of the scavenger was hundreds of times faster than him, and he might have rushed here to deal with the unlucky survivor before wandering away aimlessly.

As for the scratches on the front of the wooden house, it is probably because the scavenger has not been away for a long time, and the self-recovery ability of the ground is too weak, so it has not been completely repaired so far.

Bai Mo didn't step forward.

He looked around and suddenly realized a strange thing——

The surroundings are abnormally empty, except for the endless wooden house, there is not even a single strange creature, and all the creatures seem to have wisely moved away from this place.

Even those red-eyed crows who love to join in the fun didn't hang around.

However, Bai Mo has witnessed it with his own eyes before. It is true that those weird creatures are afraid of the scavenger, but they haven't dared to approach it at all. Even if that guy rushed over aggressively, it shouldn't make the surrounding It's just so quiet...

According to the normal situation, there should be a few bold guys staying to watch the fun... But all the existences have run away now.

"something wrong."

Faced with such a strange phenomenon, the first thought in Bai Mo's mind was to evacuate immediately. He turned around and left without any hesitation.

However, the moment he turned his head, he met a dead face as pale as paper.

It may not be appropriate to describe it as "pale as paper" - because the man in front of him is a paper man.

His complexion is pale, with blush on his face, his eyes are extremely slender and lifeless, as if he has been staring at you all the time; the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, at first glance he looks stern, but at second glance he looks like a It's a smile, which gives people a particularly infiltrating feeling.

The paper figurine was a little short at first, but it soon became as tall as white ink. It seemed that it was just cut out of simple white paper, like a stand. The facial features are completely crowded together, making it look even weirder.

However, facing such a weird paper figurine, Bai Mo seemed extremely calm.

Of course, such a thing can't scare him, and the other party's body is so weak, it doesn't seem to be lethal, at most it can only be used to scare people.

However, although there are many corpses in the burial ground, there are no funeral objects at all, let alone such a weird paper figure.

So... where did this thing come from?
Could it be related to the living person who just appeared?
While thinking, Bai Mo stretched out his hand, touched the corner of the paper figurine's mouth without fear, and easily smeared the paint on the opponent's face, making the corner of the paper figurine's mouth look like blood was overflowing, and its chin was scarlet. Added a bit of ferocity.

"I haven't even dried the dye, and it really is a paper figurine that has just been made..."

Bai Mo saw something was wrong with this paper figurine at first glance, and now he looked at the fresh dye on his fingers, and confirmed his previous conjecture in his heart——this paper figurine was made on the spur of the moment, so it's no wonder it's just a mere tool its table.

At this moment, he suddenly heard something moving behind him, turned his head to look, but found that there was nothing behind him, only the dark coffin in the room was more conspicuous.

Bai Mo didn't doubt his hearing, frowned slightly, and thought about it: "Is there something in the coffin..."

However, since the traces left by the scavenger just extend here, it means that the coffin in the wooden house—or the corpse in the coffin should indeed be the target of the scavenger.

Normally speaking, with the ability of the scavenger, he should be able to deal with the living in the coffin in two or three strokes, and there should be no movement in the coffin.

Thinking of the scavengers and strange creatures who disappeared inexplicably, and the increasingly dead surroundings, Bai Mo felt a subtle feeling in his heart.

He sighed inwardly.

It's just looking for a scavenger, who knows that there are so many things, first encountering a naked corpse, and now encountering an unknown situation...

I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck.

So... what's in the coffin?
Bai Mo didn't intend to go any further. He didn't have the right to be curious right now, so he immediately pushed the paper figurine away and prepared to leave.

However, he had only taken two steps when a bone-chilling chill suddenly came from his wrist. When he turned his head, he saw that the paper figurine had already grasped his wrist tightly.

The smile on his face was weird, and the dye that was smeared on the corner of his mouth seemed to be spilled blood, adding a bit of horror to it.

The paper figurine is light and weightless, so it won't affect Bai Mo's movements at all, but it sticks to him like a dog's skin plaster, and it can't be shaken off, which is very annoying.

If it was the past, Bai Mo might say "I don't know how to die" and show the other party some color, but now, he can't even deal with a small paper doll.

He remained calm. This paper figurine was just a little weird, and it didn't pose any threat to him. The primary goal right now was to get out of here as soon as possible.

However, at this moment, the paper figurine grabbing his wrist suddenly spontaneously ignited out of thin air, forming a ball of dancing cold white flames.

Strangely, although the white flame covered Bai Mo's arm, it didn't cause him any burning pain.

But the paper doll was different, it seemed to have life, the expression on its face immediately began to distort, and it howled in pain. After struggling for a long time, it was burned to a mass of ashes by the flames.

Faced with these repeated changes, Bai Mo couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then he felt something and turned his head to look in one direction.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, a hunchbacked figure appeared in the distance.

It was an old man.

He has only one eye, is very thin, has thinning hair, and his waist is bent badly, as if he is carrying an invisible weight. He is wearing a thick green army overcoat, and he is leaning on a white cane in his right hand. He shivered as he walked, as if enduring some kind of unspeakable cold.

The crutches were connected one by one, as if they were carved from some kind of spinal bone. They were polished brightly, and the workmanship was exceptionally fine. It was covered with dense holes, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

With the appearance of the old man, the already quiet burial place seemed to become more and more dead, as if something bad had happened.

Bai Mo quickly noticed that the old man was leaning on a cane with one hand, while holding a glaring head with the other.

This head belonged to a middle-aged man with a bald head. There were not many hairs on his head, and it was hard for the old man to find a few hairs to hold it in his hand.

This guy had obviously just died not long ago, his blood kept dripping, his eyes were bloodshot, filled with anger, unwillingness, and deep resentment.

The old man casually threw his head at Bai Mo's feet, so that the dead head was facing upwards, and the resentful eyes just stared at Bai Mo.

After that, the old man said in a neutral tone: "Stupid guy, do you think you can fool the scavenger with just a few paper dolls and sneak into the coffin ground?"

"It's so stupid that you don't know how to live or die."

The old man let out an ugly sneer, as if he was laughing at the head on the ground, but the words "I don't know how to live or die" were obviously addressed to Bai Mo.

Without saying a word, Bai Mo raised his foot and kicked his head aside.

The old man ignored him, and a white flame appeared out of thin air, burning the head completely, and then tremblingly walked into the wooden house with a cane, and opened the coffin lid.

Inside the coffin was a highly decomposed corpse. It sat up while leaning on the edge of the coffin, looked around, seemed a little confused, and slowly crawled out of the coffin after a long while.

That was the scavenger that Bai Mo was after before.

"You idiot, you were tricked into the coffin, but you actually put a living person in it."

The old man's eyes turned cold, and he kicked the corpse's ass fiercely, kicking it more than ten meters away, and the wall of the wooden house was smashed to pieces.

However, this highly decomposed corpse looked fragile, but its body was extremely strong. It quickly got up from the ground like a normal person, without any emotion, and wandered away staggeringly.

Bai Mo instantly understood what happened.

It turned out that the sudden appearance of the living—that is, the bald middle-aged man was not some unlucky guy who got into the coffin by mistake, but came prepared.

He first used a paper doll to imitate his own breath to pretend to be himself, so as to hide his tracks, and then somehow tricked the scavenger into the coffin, while he himself took the opportunity to escape the sweep and successfully entered the burial ground.

And judging from the fact that the paper figurine became as tall as Bai Mo just now, it should not have the ability to kill, but a special effect that can imitate breath.

In short, this is a prop that can change the breath and pull hatred.

This is a good thing, but it was destroyed like this, what a waste of nature.

Bai Mo secretly thought it was a pity.

In fact, the bald man's plan was quite good, taking advantage of the simple-minded characteristics of the scavenger perfectly. However, it was a pity that besides those stupid scavengers, there was such a ruthless old man in the burial ground.

But at this moment, the old man has cast his cold eyes on Bai Mo——

"Traitor, you still dare to come here?"

His tone was cold, like ice that would never melt for thousands of years.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

Bai Mo said calmly, "Can't I come?"

The old man looked him up and said with a sneer, "I don't want to kill you, but you are not welcome in the coffin. I'll give you a minute to get away as far away as possible."

"It's been a long time, but your tone is a lot louder... Just because you want to kill me?" Bai Mo looked indifferent.

"Stop bluffing, do you think I can't see that you've lost your strength?"

The old man's face was grim, and he didn't know what he was thinking of. He suddenly became extremely angry, and the veins on the thin palms of the crutches were bulging, "As long as you want, I can let you stay here forever!"

Bai Mo's face remained unchanged, but he knew it in his heart.

He understood somewhat—

No wonder the guy playing with the fishing line didn't continue manipulating people to squat outside the house to guard him. It turned out that he didn't give up voluntarily, but was probably expelled by the guy in front of him.

Thinking about it, it's not a trivial matter for the wooden house to shatter in the burial ground. It's not surprising that this guy would wake up immediately to investigate.

If you think about it this way, it is estimated that this guy has appeared since he left the wooden house where the red corpse was, and then he has been observing him secretly.

No wonder the road ahead is so easy.

Bai Mo looked at the old man: "The burial site is riddled with holes, and it has been repeatedly invaded by irrelevant people. Some people even groped for the rules and specially produced related taboo sequences... Your job of guarding is really a failure."

He seemed to ignore the old man's threat and said aloud.

The tone was calm, but full of sarcasm.

"so what?"

The old man grinned grimly, and his one eye shone coldly, "But anyone who dares to enter the burial ground to die, I have fulfilled their wish - but you, a traitor, why do you still care about the burial ground?" What's up?"

Bai Mo shook his head and said, "I'm talking to you about the taboo sequence."

The old man frowned, and suddenly swung the white bone staff in his hand, instantly drawing a huge gap under Bai Mo's feet.

A slight wound appeared on Bai Mo's cheek, and a strand of hair slipped down, falling into the bottomless abyss.

This blow was extremely powerful, and the recovery speed of the crack in the ground was quite slow, as if a terrifying monster was slowly closing its mouth.

The old man stared at Bai Mo's face with a ferocious expression like a ghost: "I don't know what to say, are you really not afraid that I will kill you?"

Bai Mo didn't even look at the crack under his feet, he shook his head and said, "When will you get rid of your bad temper?"

"What about you, how long will it take you to get rid of the scumbags on the wall!" The old man paused for a moment, then yelled relentlessly, "It's fine if you're sick, why do you have to bring so many people to accompany you to die!"

Bai Mo was silent for a moment, maybe it was something the old man said that touched him, and he replied once in a while.

"You know, I have no choice."

The air instantly became quiet, and the two of them didn't speak for a long time.

It was clear that there was only one step between them, but the distance between the two seemed extremely far away.

"Are they... all dead?"

After a while, the old man finally calmed down and asked a little lonely.

"Ah."

A gust of cold wind blew quietly, as if trying to blow away Bai Mo's cruel answer.

However, the cold wind only makes something more icy cold.

The one-eyed old man creaked his knuckles, clenched his bone staff tightly, but didn't know where to swing it.

(End of this chapter)