Chapter 243

Wen Jianyan took the burning candlestick in one hand and took a deep breath. He resolutely stepped out of the courtyard and opened the pace towards the endless darkness.

Although it has been settled, the more he goes, the more he will be.

It's too dark, it's too dark around.

The candlelight in my hand is too weak, and I can barely illuminate the path under my feet. I can't see what there is in the road, nor can I see what there are on both sides.

As if the whole world occupied by the darkness, there is himself.

The worse thing is that this is.

This feeling made Wen Pianyan start with the whole person.

He shrank his shoulders, couldn't help but stop, and looked behind him.

The path disappears.

The courtyard courtyard also disappeared.

There is a boundless darkness behind him, as if telling him that if you want to leave the courtyard, don't return to the original road.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Ha, haha ​​... it really is.

Wen Jian said with a hard scalp, slowly turned around, and looked at the bending path on the face.

The end of the path extends towards the darkness, and I can't see where the end.

However, there is no other option to choose from, except for continuing to go.

What to do, regret it.

Wen Jianyan tightened the cold candlestick in his hand, with a white face, swallowed his mouth spit, turned around, along the bending sheep intestine path under his feet, and continued to go.

Without any logo, the distance and distance seemed to lose meaning.

The candle in Wen Jian's hand became the only light in the darkness.

The light is weak, thin, as if it will be blown out the next second.

The temperature around me also became colder and colder, like a small knife, cutting the skin outside the violent "Lu", and the bitter chills rose under the feet.

I do n’t know how long I have gone, and the scene finally changed. At the end of the dark road, a barren grave appeared. The curved path extends towards the grave.

There is no popularity around the surroundings, and the yin is miserable. On all sides, there is a grave that cannot be seen. The weeds are overgrown on the soil bag one by one.

Fragrant gray.

In the darkness that couldn't look at the side, the grave of the noodles looked extremely strange.

"..."

Wen Jianyan stood between countless grave bags, and felt that his back was rushing to a layer of goosebumps, and he had a slippery cold sweat in the palm of the candlestick.

of……

Can't you go back?

He turned his head again and looked behind him.

The path I just stood didn't know what to disappear. The only thing that existed was a large grave bag, who was behind him.

It's like ...

I just came out of this grave.

Wen Jianyan was scared by his own phenomenon, and the sweaty "hair" couldn't help but erected.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!

He is absolutely not afraid!

Wen Jianyan stiffened with a face, hypnotizing himself over and over again.

[Integrity first] Live room:

"Grass, the" color "on the face is white, it can be seen that it is very scared."

"It's so pitiful, obviously the smallest, but the difficulty encountered is always the highest, so miserable treasure."

"Laughing to death, is it? I always thought that I had reached the senior broadcast of this level, it should not be afraid ..."

Out of sympathy, Wen Jianyan's live broadcast room began to sound the sound of reward.

After a few seconds, Wen Qianyan finally barely settled in God, and finally didn't panic first.

He retracted his eyes, looked around in the grave, and then suddenly.

Although most of the graves are soaked in darkness, I can't see it.

However, a few of the recent deserted graves that can be illuminated by Wen briefed can be illuminated by the weak light of the candle. These grave bags that exudes the cold atmosphere have a gray tablet.

There are incense burners, rotten sacrifice, and so on.

Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something suddenly, turned around again, and looked at the grave bag behind him.

Although the grave behind it looks very similar to other deserted graves around, it lacks something ...

The incense burner of the tablet has disappeared, and the position of the statue should have been placed in the rear, but it is empty and "swinging" and "swinging".

Wen Jiaoyan stunned, lowered his head, and looked at the statue obtained in his three paintings.

Is it ...

He hesitated, and finally decided to try it.

After all, the road to go back has disappeared. Wen Jiaoyan can do it now, and there is also a sinking boat, and you may try everything.

After the final decision, Wen Jiaoyan leaned down and placed the vacancy after the statue in his hand was placed.

In the next second, the change is cold!

The grave bag, which was originally high, suddenly started to cover the dark, and the whole collapsed!

"...!"

Wen Jianyan was startled fiercely, couldn't help but take a breath, and stepped back.

His face, the path appeared again.

After the collapsed grave bag, the curved path appeared again. Not far from the path is the gate of the courtyard in the memory. There is a lantern on the left and right on the door.

"color".

The scene was particularly familiar, and I almost made Wen crying very much.

"...!"

The way back appeared!

Seeing this scene, Wen Qianyan couldn't help but feel the spirit.

No matter what happened next, he no longer has no retreat. This always makes people feel open.

However, before it had time to drive, Wen Qianyan suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Not far away, the courtyard courtyard with all the heads seemed to be not exactly the same as in memory.

The red and white lanterns hanging at the door. He left. It was just out of the way. Under the surface of the gray, the original "color" of the lantern was clear, and now ...

I do n’t know why the two lanterns were lit, and they scattered the bloody scarlet blood "color", on the other side, the bleak and cold Mori white, shaking slightly in the darkness, a very ominous feeling.

Light ... Is it light?

Why?

Who burns? What is it to do?

A strong sense of anxiety emerged, rising along the spine, and the soles of the chill rose.

Wen Jianyan stared at the house that was lit lightly not far away, and stepped back subconsciously-

"Smile!"

Suddenly, the familiar fierce burning sound sounded!

Wen Jian said that his pupils shrank, lowered his head subconsciously, and looked at his palms.

See, the candle on the fixed candlestick suddenly exploded violently, and the pale and melted wax oil dropped down, and the blink was shortened by more than one inch.

This situation often happens in one case!

"Da Da--"

In the deserted grave behind, there was a sudden footsteps of footsteps, breaking the dead silence!

not good!

Wen Jianyan even had no time to turn his head to look behind him.

However, weird is that even if the legacy has been held in his hand, the path that appears after the collapse grave bag has not disappeared at the end of the path.
To be continued...