C4 Don't Look Back on the Mound!

Jia Zheng was horrified to find that his lips had just touched the female corpse's purplish lips!

He howled and scrambled out of the pit.

He wanted to run for his life, but he still subconsciously glanced into the pit.

This woman had a beautiful face and was slim. Her skin was a strange pale green under the moonlight, her eyelashes were long, her purplish lips were small and exquisite, and there was a faint beauty mole on the left side of her lips.

"What a pitiful person. She should have been a very beautiful girl when she was alive."

Jia Zheng could not help but feel protective towards her. He was shocked to find that her red dress had several holes. Some parts had even been torn, revealing the skin underneath. It seemed that someone had torn it.

Could it be that she was being assaulted?

"Beast!" Who was so wicked? "He actually did not even let a female corpse go!"

Jia Zheng groaned inwardly.

"Ding dong!"

His cell phone beeped. He opened his cell phone and saw a message from the "Yin-Yang Ghost Car APP": Congratulations, car owner. Complaining and grumbling received 100 resentment points!

Jia Zheng let out a light breath, put away his phone, and shoveled the dead woman into the ground. He wanted to bury her again so she wouldn't be in the wild and eaten by wild insects.

Just as he was about to place a scoop of dirt on the corpse woman's face, he suddenly saw that the corpse woman's eyelashes had trembled!

"Ah!

Jia Zheng exclaimed and sat on the ground.

"Deceitful …" Did you swindle a corpse? "

He gripped the shovel with both hands, trembling like a sieve, and stared warily at the corpse in the pit, afraid that she would suddenly open her eyes and pounce on him.

But after a long time, the dead woman remained motionless.

Maybe it was the dirt particles that had touched the woman's eyes while I was filling the hole, which had caused her eyelashes to quiver.

Did this girl not die?

Thinking of this, Jia Zheng quickly jumped into the pit, using his fingers to check her breath, not breathing at all.

But he was still worried, so he put his ear to the woman's chest to hear if her heart was still beating.

When Jia Zheng's ear touched the soft part, he became alert, but he quickly calmed down.

This was a corpse, how could I let my imagination run wild?

He listened closely to the woman's chest for several seconds and found that there was no sound of his heart beating at all.

"Hu!" Jia Zheng heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed he had thought too much. The dead woman was dead.

He crawled out of the pit, flung open his arms, scooped up a handful of dirt with a shovel, stuffed it into the pit, and buried the dead woman in a small mound.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, clasped his hands, and saluted the grave. He picked up his shovel and hurried down the hill.

Just as he took a dozen steps forward, he saw an ancient palace lantern in the shape of a white lantern!

Jia Zheng was so frightened that he turned around and ran. As he ran, he looked back.

The white lantern also shakily caught up!

Jia Zheng was instantly covered in goosebumps. Cold sweat trickled down his face, and a chilly wind blew from behind him. He couldn't help but shiver.

"Young man, don't be afraid, I'm not a ghost."

An old man's voice suddenly came from behind.

His voice was coarse and hoarse, like the sound of a knife scraping against a millstone. It was especially eerie and ear-piercing in this deathly silent graveyard.

Jia Zheng did not dare to stop and ran up the hill.

Thankfully, the mound was not too steep. Although it was bumpy, he was still able to run.

After passing by a large rock, his pupils constricted and he almost peed his pants in fear.

The white lantern was standing in front of him!

"Don't kill me, don't kill me …"

Jia Zhengjing begged with a sobbing tone and sat down on the ground.

A wrinkled face appeared behind the white lantern. It turned out to be an old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. His face was especially pale in the light of the lantern.

"Hehehe …" "Young man, don't be afraid, I won't harm you. I just want to remind you that when you walk down the mountain later, no matter what you hear behind your back, you can't answer and you can't look back. Otherwise, you'll never be able to leave this cemetery."

With that, without waiting for Jia Zheng Jing's reply, the old man turned around with the lantern and walked into the depths of the forest, quickly disappearing.

"Who exactly is this old man?" However, from his tone, it seems that he has no ill intentions. "

After Jia Zheng had watched the shaking white lantern disappear into the forest, he slowly came back to his senses. He stood up and started walking down the mountain.

Just as he walked a few steps, he heard a woman's voice from behind him, "Jia Zheng Jing, wait for me."

Jia Zheng was about to turn around when he suddenly remembered what the old man had said. He turned his body and walked straight down the mountain, ignoring the sound behind him.

"Jia Zheng Jing, do you think I'm good-looking?"

The voice of the woman behind him became extremely tempting. It was as if a cold hand was touching the back of his neck all the way down, causing all the hairs on his body to stand up!

Jia Zheng's heart was beating rapidly. He quickened his pace and continued down the mountain without looking back.

"Jia Zheng Jing, I'm going to kill you!"

Suddenly, a man's threatening voice came from behind him.

A gust of cold wind blew on Jia Zheng's back. He couldn't help but shiver.

But he still did not answer, and half-bent, he began to jog.

"Jia Zheng Jing, I'm your father. Weren't you always looking for me? I miss you too. Look back at me. "

Jia Zheng suddenly stopped walking and slowly opened his mouth. He frowned. This was actually his father's voice. He hadn't heard his father's voice in a whole eight years!

He wanted to turn around and take a look, but he could still hear the old man's words clearly. He did not dare to turn back, and after a struggle within his heart, he clenched his teeth and continued down the mountain.

"Jia Zheng Jing, you're so heartless. You didn't even look at me." His father's reproachful voice grew more agitated.

A gust of cold wind blew into Jia Zheng's ear, as if something was blowing into it.

Jia Zheng's tears rolled in his eyes. He bit his lips, took a deep breath, and silently said in his heart, "Even though I know you're not my father, I still have to thank you for making me hear my father's voice every eight years."

Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision for a moment. He dragged the shovel with him, whimpering as he ran down the hill.

However, the sounds behind him were like maggots in his bones as they followed him, becoming clearer and clearer, each one more anxious than the last.

Jia Zheng did not dare look back, because he knew his father could not be behind him. If he looked back, he would most likely encounter some weird things like a ghost wall, and he would never be able to leave this place.

Suddenly, his left shoulder sank. It seemed as if a hand was placed on his own shoulder!