Citizen Four [Unlimited Stream]

One long and three short sounds were fleeting, but Ding Chiyu's heart jumped for no reason.

Everyone was silent at the same time, when Shang Yang signaled, Mu Ziqing immediately extinguished the candlestick, and darkness returned to the hall.

When the second knock on the door sounded, several people had already got together and hid in the dark around the corner of the stairs.

A few people had just stood still at the corner, and with a "bang", the door below suddenly opened, and the strong wind rushed in with rain, splashing the ground at the door instantly.

A flash of lightning flashed by, and Dingchiyu could see clearly from the corner. The mortician in the daytime, wearing a black hat, walked in slowly with the wind and rain.

The mortician's black clothes don't know what was used on them, it was wrapped in a layer of green light faintly, and he walked to the middle of the hall and stopped without slowing down.

With a sound of "cha", a faint light lit up, and the mortician lit a candle with a flint and placed it by his feet.

The light of the candle was flickering, and under the flickering light, Dingchiyu noticed that a thin-skinned coffin was clearly visible under the feet of the mortician.

Ding Chiyu remembered clearly that there was nothing in that location in the hall before.

The earring man didn't know what he felt, the arm next to Ding Chiyu's shoulder trembled, and he said in a low voice, "It's so cold."

Dingchiyu naturally felt the drop in the surrounding temperature, but with Shang Yang leaning behind him, Shang Yang's chest was warm, so he didn't feel particularly uncomfortable.

The cadaver's movements were clear and slow, he reached out his hand and touched it from his bosom, and even took out a penis.

The moment he saw Yinluo, even Mu Ziqing's eyes jumped, not to mention the man with the earrings and the man in the coat, their eyes were fixed on Yinluo.

Ding Chiyu observed carefully for a while, but couldn't judge the similarity between this face and the previous ominous creature, so he could only slowly raise his head and glance at Shang Yang above his head: "Brother."

Shang Yang didn't say anything, just shook his head slowly but forcefully, Ding Chiyu and Mu Ziqing were relieved, the man with the earrings and the coat looked like two deflated balls, the man with the earrings was even more It was with a very low voice that he muttered, "I know it's not such a coincidence."

The cadaver held the Yin Gong in his hand, and naturally hung it in front of his body, moving his wrist slightly, following Dingchiyu's familiar rhythm of three shorts and one long, just like that in one go.

The sound seemed to teleport, instantly penetrated into Dingchiyu's brain, and radiated out through the house. The moment he heard this sound, the sound of wind and rain in Dingchiyu's ears seemed to have weakened a lot.

At the moment when several people were stunned, the thin-skinned coffin seemed to echo the sound of the gong, and there was a stiff and long "dong" sound inside, as if something was moving its hands and feet inside.

The second wave of gongs came one after another, Dingchiyu and the others who got used to it resisted this time, staring at the coffin.

Before the sound of the gong fell, the coffin lid trembled, and suddenly there was a "bang", the coffin lid bounced up, turned several times in the air, and fell to the ground far away, smashing all over the place.

Then, in the sight of several people, a figure suddenly sat up, sitting in the coffin like a log, with a stiff and lifeless gaze towards this side, which happened to meet Dingchiyu.

Dingchiyu quickly shrank back, and by the candlelight, he could see clearly that the figure was Shamil's corpse. His entire upper body was stretched straight, his hands were hanging by his sides, his body was as stiff as a stone, and On Samilah's pale and bloodless face, only the pair of half-cloudy eyes still had some anger, but the gaze from inside was dull and lifeless, diluting the remaining anger to almost zero.

The third wave of gongs sounded again, and Samilah bounced his whole body, jumped straight up from the coffin, and fell heavily on the ground. Splashing with sawdust, if it wasn't for Shang Yang's swift action, Ding Chiyu's face would almost be splashed.

The mortician did not hesitate at all. When Samilah stood still, the mortalist turned around immediately, and at the same time he raised a handful of paper money, he knocked on the gong: "Three shorts and one long, the king of Hades asks for food, and the night is dead, just right Guixi——!"

Following the long but strange tone of the cadaver, Samilah took heavy steps. Every step seemed to shake the whole room. It seemed slow, but he was not pulled down by the brisk cadaver at all. The corpse walked out of the gate like this, facing the wind and rain and blending into the thick black night.

"What should we do?" The man with the earrings seemed to have just come to his senses, and quickly turned his head to look at Shang Yang.

"Let's fight it out." Shang Yang seemed to have made a judgment, he took the lead, followed behind Samil's body, stepped on the paper money as accurately as possible, and walked away against the wind and rain.

Ding Chiyu followed, Mu Ziqing followed, the man with the earrings and the remaining youth gritted their teeth, and followed as quickly as possible.

This is the most difficult journey that Dingchiyu has traveled since entering the blind spot.

Without the guidance of the mortician, the group of people can only rely on their own feet to move forward. It is not the most troublesome. Facing the heavy rain, Ding Chiyu tightly hugged Shang Yang and grabbed Mu Ziqing. Barely maintain the stability of the footsteps.

There is no way to raise his head, as long as he opens his eyes slightly, the eyes will be filled with rainwater. Dingchiyu can only lower his head as much as possible, barely opening a very, very small gap in his eyelids, catching the ground with his blurred vision Traces of paper money falling unhindered from the sky.

In the torrential rain, the paper money will melt away soon after it hits the ground. Because they don't know what the consequences of not stepping on the paper money are, no one dares to try it easily.

Fortunately, the paper money kept falling, and the sound of the gong was not hindered by the thunder. This slightly relieved the pressure on the hearts of the group, and they could concentrate and expend a lot of energy on finding a foothold to move forward.

The arrival of heavy rain caused the undulating sand dunes to lose their original color in an instant. There are gullies washed by rainwater everywhere on the almost dark brown sand dunes. own shape.

Dingchiyu felt that his feet were shallower and deeper, and the sand dunes were washed away from time to time, so that the group had to adjust the route at any time to avoid being dragged down, which slowed down the group's already slow speed again.

Breathing gradually became short of breath, and Dingchiyu felt his body temperature drop sharply, and the clothes stuck to his body were as heavy as a suit of armor. Every time he took a step, Dingchiyu would clench his teeth, if it wasn't for being trained by Shang Yang on weekdays So, with the help of Shang Yang and Mu Ziqing, Ding Chiyu almost couldn't hold on.

In order to maintain physical strength, except for the necessary equipment, everything else was taken out of the backpack and thrown away. Even so, the water-soaked backpack seemed to be full of lead weights. After sustaining it, he didn't lose sight of the mortician in the wind and rain.

Finally, the wind and rain stopped, and the speed was no slower than when it appeared. Dingchiyu instantly felt as if his spine had been removed. A strong sense of fatigue soon spread throughout his body, and his feet were disobedient. to stop.

"Akong, keep going." Shang Yang's calm voice came into his ears, but when he turned his head to look at the firm and handsome face, Ding Chiyu felt a surge of strength in his heart.

"Yeah." Ding Chiyu nodded vigorously, wiped the rainwater from his face, and twisted his clothes like Mu Ziqing, trying not to take half a step.

Shang Yang looked at Ding Chiyu's expression, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and his eyes were filled with warmth. Regardless of the two backpacks on his body, he insisted on taking the backpack from Ding Chiyu's body and straightening it out for Ding Chiyu. She wiped her wet little curly hair and took his hand, and her steps became even faster.