He was walking on a secluded path. Both sides of the path were full of flowers, but there was no romantic and beautiful atmosphere. The flowers were delicate and beautiful, like taunts and spectators.
? When flowers bloom on the other side, people go to die;
Zhou Ze remembered that his last memory was fire, big fire, the terrifying flames completely engulfed him, and the palpitating heat baked him into ashes.
But in a blink of an eye,
But he came here.
On this road, there are actually many people,
There are old people,
have kids,
There are also young and middle-aged people,
There are men and women,
Everyone wears different clothes.
Some people dress very simply, some people wear red and purple clothes, and their faces are painted with excessive blush.
Everyone is walking on tiptoe,
No one spoke,
No one else made a sound,
Only the occasional "chachacha" sole friction sound remained.
Zhou Ze was also numbly walking along with everyone, he looked around from time to time, and looked back from time to time, he was vaguely aware of where he had come.
He is dead;
And here,
It's hell.
Here is the world of the dead, the home of the dead,
Own,
After all, he died.
He didn't know what to do, and he didn't know what choice to make,
He doesn't want to die, people don't want to die, but in this place, he doesn't know what to do with himself, he is very confused and helpless.
"Yeah"
The cool little tune came from afar,
Zhou Ze turned his head and saw bright red blossoms coming in the distance, but the others around him ignored it and continued to numbly walk forward on his heels.
After getting closer, Zhou Ze could see clearly that the bright red flowers were paper umbrellas of peach blossoms. In the distance, there were a group of women walking gracefully in a line holding paper umbrellas.
They are tall and tall, with handsome physiques, and they are all wearing purple cheongsams. As they walk around, the flesh color of their thighs is exposed from time to time, which is vaguely charming and makes people palpitate.
The women wore their hair in a bun, meticulous, and even their steps were neat, like the best song and dance troupe in the world, and they have been rehearsing for more than a hundred years.
They are walking,
They are marching,
From one end of the path to the other,
Coincidentally,
Pass by Zhou Ze.
The delicate makeup, snow-white skin, and the cool long tune that he hummed created a misty old Shanghai atmosphere.
Every woman wears bracelets on their wrists, in different colors and sizes, which set off their snow-white wrists, making them even more dizzying.
pity,
They are not walking in the commercial pedestrian area of ??South Street,
It is not a magnificent high-end club house,
They are stepping on Huangquan Road,
What passed was the sea of ??flowers on the other side,
They don't look sideways, the latter stares at the former,
The former,
Then the eyes are empty.
When the last woman passed by Zhou Ze,
The woman suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhou Ze.
The original world is the most beautiful,
Now,
Jump straight to the other extreme.
fear?
Of course scary!
nausea?
Of course disgusting!
But Zhou Ze is already a dead person, people will be scared to death, but what about ghosts?
The woman looked at Zhou Ze,
Zhou Ze was also looking at the woman,
The two eyes briefly met, and then the woman continued to walk forward, her body swaying, her back curled up, and the tightness of her cheongsam vividly outlined her beautiful figure.
"Where are you going?"
Zhou Ze subconsciously followed the group of women and left the original group.
And those who walk dully on the path,
&nHolding the hair wrapped around his neck, he tried to break free.
The Faceless Woman was very amused by his overpowering performance,
"If you can't get rid of it, don't struggle. Anyone who can come here has a spirit. People with a spirit, I have swallowed enough, and I have a chance to go back!
You are doomed,
will be,
My sacrifice! "
But at the moment when the voice just fell,
The Faceless Woman let out an exclamation: "How is it possible Impossible"
Zhou Ze's ten-finger nails began to grow slowly. The black and transparent color shone with its strange brilliance in this pool. The color of this nail was exactly the same as the nail color of the old man Zhou Ze rescued before his death. .
The sound of the oil pan under the hot water came,
The faceless girl entangled Zhou Ze's hair and melted and broke when it touched Zhou Ze's nails, while Zhou Ze's figure began to slowly retreat, and began to break away from the shackles of the faceless girl.
"Impossibleimpossiblethis is impossiblewhy! Why can you leave too!
Why can you leave me too!
Why!
Why!
It's not fair!
unfair! "
The Faceless Girl stopped Zhou Ze with her hands,
But when Zhou Ze used his hands to get rid of it, as soon as his fingernails touched Faceless's hand, a hole was burned out in the faceless woman's originally flawless jade hand.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
The Faceless Woman let out a scream,
The figure began to retreat, and since then, he has lost control of Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze's body began to float up,
is about to surface.
"You can't escape you will be you will be caught back!
here,
It is the home of the dead!
You, you and them, even if you leave, you will be caught back eventually! "
The Faceless Woman roared hysterically below,
She is jealous,
She is envious,
She is crazy! ! !
And Zhou Ze, who is constantly rising,
slowly lose their consciousness,
The Netherworld Path,
The dazzling flowers of the other shore,
The roar of the faceless woman,
The grace of women in cheongsam,
Everything,
It seems that they are gradually drifting away from him (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com