Yang Jian, is this yours?

Among a group of ashen and even rotting corpse faces, Qingxi, who was also corpse-faced, would never be mistaken.

——Huang Tianhua, Wu Ji, Mu Zha, and Lei Zhenzi.

Qingxi couldn't help breathing heavily, she didn't understand what the situation is now, this inexplicable ghost place, and this inexplicable corpse, and most importantly, why Huang Tianhua and others also turned into such a ghostly appearance.

What about the others—what about Yang Jian?

With a sword, Qingxi sliced ​​off the head of the zombie who climbed up to grab his feet, then lightly jumped away from the street surrounded by zombies and quickly went to a place where there seemed to be relatively few zombies.

But before he could take a few steps, he suddenly sank from the roof and fell into what looked like an inn.

Qingxi got up quickly and didn't forget to pat the dust off her body. Who would have expected that the roof would be so untouched, and she always felt that something was wrong.

The corpses outside the room began to swarm over and smash the door as if they felt it. Those tattered doors were about to collapse, and the faces of some corpses had already squeezed out from the gaps in the tattered doors. When the face of his former friend reappeared in front of him in such a drooling and ferocious state, Qingxi felt that he really had no eyesight to face it, and he still wanted to escape from the dilapidated hole on the top Go, but he found that no matter how much he jumped, he couldn't get up, as if someone had covered him with an invisible cage.

Qingxi had no choice but to swing his sword in a fighting posture, he licked his dry lower lip, since he couldn't avoid it, then just let the horse come over.

"Come on you guys..."

However, at the moment when the door collapsed, several ethereal and strange bells rang out of nowhere. With the sound of the bells, all the corpses seemed to be still, and some remained in the funny position of lifting one foot in the air. that state.

Qingxi only felt that the ringing of the bell made him a little dizzy and couldn't help covering his ears with his hands. His head hurt so badly, and suddenly he felt as if something had suddenly disappeared, but Qingxi couldn't find anything if he tried to think about it. I can't even remember.

The bell stopped, and the corpses began to move like a clockwork machine again. Qingxi stood up straight with one hand covering his forehead, and then chopped off the heads of the nearest corpses without hesitation. .

This includes 'Huang Tianhua'.

However, Qingxi didn't seem to notice, and chopped off the heads of those corpses like jujubes, but the distance he could move was getting smaller and smaller.

At this time, there was a burst of yelling of gongs and drums outside the window. The slightly low voice of a young man accompanied by the thundering gongs attracted the attention of the corpses. Some of the corpses turned around and chased after them. Some of them were killed by Qingxi.

Qingxi had no time to look at the corpses all over the ground and was about to lift his feet to leave this place, but the next moment he felt a light pat on his shoulder.

"Hey."

Qingxi turned around without hesitation and slashed at it with his sword, after which his sword was lightly caught by the man behind him.

It was a very handsome boy, with a careless and lazy feeling all over his body, the boy clamped his sword with two fingers and smiled: "I just saved you, little villain."

Qingxi felt that his appearance was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

"who are you?"

The boy let go of Qingxi's sword and smiled, then took his hand and ran out without hesitation, saying: "This is not a place to talk, follow me."

Qingxi struggled a few times with his hand, but in the end he couldn't break free from the boy's tighter and tighter shackles, and they were running fast, Qingxi could only let the boy go.

"By the way, my name is Erlang," the boy said with a smile back, "Remember."

Qingxi made a vague promise, but Erlang let out a chuckle and then quickly shook Qingxi's hand twice, Qingxi's movements stopped for a moment—this person felt a little strange.

The two came to a dilapidated small house. Qingxi doubted without exaggeration that the house would be razed to the ground in the storm, and even more doubted whether it could withstand the attack of a group of corpses.

However, after entering, Erlang opened a wooden board under the table to call Qingxi to go down. Qingxi followed him down to the cellar lightly, and found that there was a very large space, and it was very brightly illuminated by several torches. The sun shines through the cracks in the floor above and hits the face of Erlang who is sitting below. His long eyelashes are covered with a layer of light, making them look astonishingly long.

"What's your name?" Erlang asked friendlyly, "How did you come to Wuwen City?"

"My name is Qingxi." Qingxi also imitated his appearance and sat on the floor. When he was about to answer why he came here, the words got stuck in his throat. By the way, how did he come here?

Qingxi scratched his head and frowned in confusion, thinking, why did he come here, and what did he do here?

Qingxi couldn't remember clearly, it was like a layer of fog covering his memory, Qingxi knew something was wrong but couldn't push through the clouds and fog to find out the truth, this kind of feeling was really uncomfortable.

"Can't remember?" Erlang's eyes lit up by the sunlight brightened again when he heard Qingxi's name.

"What's going on here?" Qingxi asked Erlang.

"Did you hear that bell?"

"I heard it."

"Every time that bell rings, a little bit of your memory will disappear."

"How do you know? Who are you, is there anyone else here?" Qingxi couldn't help asking Erlang.

"I told you just now, my name is Erlang," Erlang said with a smile, "I don't remember how I got here, but I have lived here for a long, long time, and I have never seen you again except you." Been to other living people."

"Then what are you doing here?" Qingxi knew that his question was a bit abrupt but still couldn't help but want to ask. For Erlang, he had a strange feeling of intimacy in his heart, as if the two had been together day and night for a long time a long time ago. .

"Come to find someone very important." At this moment Erlang smiled very gently.

Qingxi wanted to ask him again if he found it, but swallowed it again. Erlang just said that he was the only living person in this city, so he must have not found it.

He looked at Erlang with some sympathy.

Erlang said without noticing, "Do you want to eat something?"

He fumbled out a few boiled potatoes from a small box behind him and stuffed them into Qingxi, "Eat some as soon as you can."

"How can I get out?" Qingxi took the potatoes in his hands but didn't eat them. He desperately wanted to leave this place, because he still had to go to Xiqi to see a very important person.

Who are you going to see?

Qingxi watched Erlang's face getting closer and closer, and felt that he overlapped with an important person deep in his memory, but when he looked away, the feeling faded away.

Sitting next to Qingxi affectionately, Erlang broke open a potato and put it in his hand, saying, "Hey, let's eat first."

Qingxi glanced at him, and couldn't help asking uncomfortably: "What are you doing so close to me?"

Erlang glanced at the bodies of the two who were almost stuck together, and smiled innocently: "Is it very close? I don't think so."

The author has something to say: Erlang: If I like you, I will flirt with you.

Qingxi: Wait, who are you?