Weird World of Immortality

Zhou Fan, who was hiding, also secretly prayed that Qiao Yu and Yan Shuhang would be able to compete a little bit, and the longer they hid, the less chance they would be found.

The Hidden Forest seemed to stand still, it was so hot that there was no wind at all.

The incoming sunlight, the mottled and fragmented sun shadows, can't give this forest a trace of life, and everything is dead.

Zhou Fan just stared at the distance, the pine trees in the distance looked like ghosts, and seemed to be watching him too.

The Hidden Forest gave him a sense of coldness every moment, as if the forest would come to life at any time.

Time is passing, and Zhou Fan is silently calculating the time.

Soon half a column of incense time passed by.

Zhou Fan's face showed joy, he survived half a column of incense time, and Yang Xinmeng did not find him.

Of course, this does not mean that he is the last one. It is very likely that Qiao Yu or Yan Shuhang survived, or both.

Now he just had to step out and go back to the burnt wood to know the result.

However, in order to avoid making a mistake in his calculation of the time, he waited patiently for a while before standing up and walking towards the burnt wood.

After walking about ten feet, Zhou Fan stopped again, and the excitement in his heart gradually faded, because he didn't feel the call of Jiaomu to him last time.

What is the problem?

Could it be because the game is over, so Jiaomu no longer summons him?

He almost remembered everything about the Hidden Forest, and when there was one person left, Jiaomu should also call for it. After returning to the Jiaomu, he could find the exit of the Hidden Forest.

That's what his family told him.

So what's the situation?

But no matter what happened, he had to go back to the charred wood in the clearing and have a look, or he would probably die.

But this strange situation made Zhou Fan more vigilant. When he walked step by step, he deliberately chose some routes that were easy to hide his body.

Less than a hundred feet away, Zhou Fan quickly finished his journey. He looked at the faintly visible open space covered by the pine forest, bent down, and moved forward slowly.

The clearing became clearer in his eyes.

Then he saw Yang Xinmeng standing in front of Jiaomu with his feet hanging.

Zhou Fan's face showed a look of astonishment, why?

Hasn't the time for half a column of incense already passed? Why is Yang Xinmeng still alive?

What is she doing in front of Jiaomu?

Zhou Fan felt that his head was aching a little, there was nothing wrong, no matter how many times he played hide-and-seek, it was half a stick of incense time.

Suddenly, Yang Xinmeng, who had been facing him, turned around, her eyes were closed, her quiet face was twisted, her nose flapped and she laughed: "You're back."

Zhou Fan was lying in the weeds, he didn't dare to move, let alone look at Yang Xinmeng.

He was somewhat at a loss as to why the situation had changed in this way.

"Qiao Yu and Yan Shuhang both asked me to be found and eaten by ghosts. Now there are only the two of us left. I can't find you, but I know you will come back here."

"Come on... let's play hide and seek."

"Go away, I'll find you soon."

Yang Xinmeng's voice spread out in the forest, with echoes.

Zhou Fan still didn't move, he knew that if he moved, Yang Xinmeng's ears would hear it.

He was thinking crazy in his heart, why time has passed and Yang Xinmeng has not died yet?

Yang Xinmeng quickly floated around in the open space, she was searching for Zhou Fan's figure, she laughed sharply while floating: "You are nearby, I smell your breath, even if you don't make any movement, I will can find you."

"Run away, let me find you, you can't escape even if you want to."

There was a trace of fear on Zhou Fan's face. He knew that what Yang Xinmeng said made sense. Even if he didn't move, Yang Xinmeng might find him sooner or later.

He was caught in a dead end, and his heart seemed to be weighed down by a heavy stone, making him so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe out.

He can only bet that he doesn't make any sound, even if Yang Xinmeng is close at hand, he can't know that he is here.

He was like a stiff and cold stone, waiting for fate to come. This kind of waiting made his anger rise for no reason, and he felt that he had forgotten something very important.

It's just that he hasn't remembered that Yang Xinmeng is already hanging in front of him.

Zhou Fan just looked at her feet wearing animal leather boots, without looking up.

"I found you." Yang Xinmeng said with a hint of feeling, "The game is finally over."

Zhou Fan just sat up. He looked at Yang Xinmeng with his eyes closed, and for some reason, the fear in his heart lessened.

Yang Xinmeng opened her eyes, her eyes were normal pupil color, and she didn't cast anything on Zhou Fan. The shadow under her feet was slowly shaking, and it seemed that she would rush over at any time.

"Aren't you afraid?" Yang Xinmeng's face was still twisted, her face beating from time to time, pale and bloodless, but she still smiled, "I went to the original place to find you, but you were not there, otherwise it would have ended long ago. ."

"What I want to know more is why? Time has passed, why didn't you die?" Zhou Fan asked slowly.

Yang Xinmeng's mouth gave out a strange, sharp laughter that was not like hers, like a monster laughing wildly: "Because the game is like this, I didn't break the rules, if ten people come in, one will be able to get out alive, it's just you guys. Nine people came in."

"Nine people?" Zhou Fan looked at Yang Xinmeng with a stunned expression, he vaguely understood, but he couldn't believe it.

"This girl..." Yang Xinmeng pointed to herself, "Before she came in, she was sacrificed to me one day in advance. Your village doesn't want anyone to come back alive."

"Why do you do this?" Zhou Fan muttered to himself.

"I don't know that either." Yang Xinmeng's body began to tear into two sides. Her body had black worms protruding out and hissing. Her little head bulged and her bones were bent one by one. Puchi puchi stabbed out of the body.

She couldn't see the human appearance at all, and the shadow under her feet was still stretching.

"The rules of hide-and-seek were set by my mother. That's my mother." Yang Xinmeng pointed at Jiaomu, "She likes to watch people play hide-and-seek, and Heng suffers from your fears."

"Thirty years ago~www.wuxiaspot.com~ your village adopted the method of sacrificing one person in advance, so that the other nine people could not return alive. This did not break the rules set by my mother, so we ignored it."

Zhou Fan suddenly understood why the faces of the villagers at the entrance of the forest were so strange, because they knew that Yang Xinmeng was no longer a human being, but still stood behind the ghost.

"Maybe it's because of hatred." Zhou Fan sighed, "Only one person in ten can go back alive, if he doesn't die, he will eventually resent the village for pushing him into the forest. It's better to die than that. better."

"Why didn't you eat me, but told me so much?" Zhou Fan looked up at Yang Xinmeng, who had become extremely terrifying, and there was no fear in his eyes.

"You're the last person, and it's very interesting, so I want to chat with you." Yang Xinmeng, or the ghost in the forest, laughed, but its head was split open, and its gray brain was mixed with red blood. It burst out from the mouth, and the smile looked disgusting.

"Why aren't you afraid anymore?" Yang Xinmeng asked in surprise, feeling the calm in Zhou Fan's eyes.

"I'm not me, why should I be afraid?" Zhou Fan whispered to himself.