[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

Chapter 9

The screams outside the door lasted all afternoon.

Wanwan and Zhitao stayed at the priest's house quietly. Although the priest was not quite right, he was still a human being, much better than those ghosts outside, not to mention that he didn't know what it would be like to go out now.

Wan Wan fiddled with the camera in his hand, hearing the wailing outside for a while: "Zhi Tao."

Zhitao had a small tomato in her mouth, which was given by Father Snowman, and responded indistinctly.

"Why don't we run away? This pomegranate village is too weird. Even ghosts are popping up now. I don't know what will happen next." Wanwan said seriously.

"We're not the protagonists in horror movies. Why do we have to come forward to seek death? Let's slip away at night. What do you think?"

Zhitao listened to his words, chewed and swallowed the little tomato in her mouth, and said nonchalantly, "Okay."

Wan Wan didn't expect it to be so easy, he thought Zhitao would not agree, after all Zhitao seemed to like Father Snowman quite a bit.

Hearing Zhitao's answer, he was stunned: "Aren't you going to tell the priest?"

Zhitao picked up the new tomato, looked at it, and didn't eat it: "...we can talk about it when we can go down the mountain."

At night, Wanwan and Zhitao mysteriously slipped away from the sleeping priest, and then walked down the mountain quietly.

Father Snowman, who was lying on the sofa, turned over, holding the cross around his neck, and sighed in the dark night.

The black shadow chased Zhitao away, and obediently followed at their feet. It was the half body of Father Snowman. Although it was not as smart as Father Snowman, there was no problem in protecting the two of them.

The moonlight is very bright tonight, and the ground is fairly clear. The village is very quiet, and the lights are turned off in every house. There is no screaming or knocking on the door.

Wan Wan breathed a lot less nervously, for fear that the villagers and ghosts would find out that the two of them were running away, and then catch up.

He could only hear his own heartbeat, and after walking a certain distance, he realized that Shiliu Village was abnormally quiet, as if there were only the two of them alive now.

As the village became more and more abnormal, Wan Wan's thoughts became more and more clear. Now his vision, hearing, and reason were all telling him that something was wrong, but he could clearly feel that something was changing his reasoning.

But Million didn't know what was changing his mind, he was simply suffering from it.

Zhitao didn't notice Wanwan's abnormality, he walked in the front, and was the first to see the scene of the pomegranate grove clearly. After seeing that scene, he stopped in place for an instant, and Wanwan bumped into him without paying attention.

He was about to apologize, when he saw a slender finger stretched out in front of him, Zhitao put his index finger in front of his mouth, signaling him to stop talking.

Zhitao focused her eyes on the front, and only took her hand back after Wan Wan didn't make a sound.

The moon above was bright, shining on the dense white shadows in front of them. They stood in the pomegranate grove, their lower bodies were transparent, floating in the air. At a glance, there were villagers and strangers, at least a thousand of them.

Ghosts are what Wanwan fears most in his life. Seeing this, Chad felt a deep chill in his heart, his tongue seemed to be frozen, and the goosebumps on his body couldn't go away.

The black shadow slowly rose from the shadow of Zhitao, and he floated forward. As soon as he approached, the ghost shadows would naturally get out of the way, and the huge black shadow stood in the ghost shadow, looking back at them.

Zhitao couldn't see the shadow, and didn't know why the ghost shadow stepped aside, but he knew that this was a rare opportunity.

Zhitao grabbed Wanwan's hand and led him forward. Wanwan walked stiffly almost on the same hands and feet. He slowly relaxed after he found that the ghost had no tendency to attack.

Heiying was originally opening the way ahead, but when he saw Zhitao holding Wanwan, he flowed over in an instant, and then stretched out a stubborn little black stripe, separating the two of them holding hands.

Sombra didn't say anything, but Sombra thought it was impossible.

Although the black shadows did not open the way ahead, the ghost shadows still made way for them and watched them silently. Some of them were fat or thin, some were old and some were young, but looking at Zhitao, their expressions were the same.

It is the jealousy, greed, and deep malice of the dead towards the living, but due to the deterrence of the shadow, they dare not move the last step.

After Zhitao came out, he let go of Wanwan's hand so that he could walk by himself. He turned his head to look at the ghosts in the pomegranate forest, and found that although they were crowded together, they never stepped out of the pomegranate forest.

He looked away, guessing that they should not be able to leave the pomegranate forest, just like the ground-bound spirits, and then they should go down the mountain road.

Zhitao didn't know the way, and asked Wan Wan who was standing there blankly: "Do you remember the way down the mountain?"

Wan Wan was startled by his crisp voice, dancing and beckoning him to keep his voice down, and his mouth was also crazily making mouth movements.

Seeing his appearance, Zhitao laughed out loud: "What are you afraid of, they can't come out."

Only then did Wanwan look back in fear. Sure enough, those ghosts were just floating around looking at them, but they never floated a step forward.

"Why are you bolder than I thought," Wan Wan muttered, "Obviously when you saw that..."

"What?" Zhitao asked back.

Millions of brains struggled to recall, and it took a while before he said, "It's just that ghost photo."

Looking at the memory that Zhitao said he had no impression of, Wan Wan couldn't help suspecting that he had made a mistake, so he scratched his head and let it go: "I still remember the road, follow me."

The mountain road is overgrown with weeds, and it becomes even more difficult to see where the road is at night, but Wanwan is very familiar with this, and can lead people down the mountain at night.

As the road became wider and wider, the two of them gradually walked to the foot of the mountain. There was nothing at the foot of the mountain, except for a street light that illuminated their small place.

Zhitao looked up at the street lamp, the street lamp is the most common white lamp with a shade, the light is white and bright, without any impurities, and there are no mosquitoes flying around.

Like that white ball, Zhitao thought to herself.

Wan Wan looked at the signal with his mobile phone, and turned his head to look at the mountain road from time to time. The mountain road was dark, and the black shadow stood there, blocking Wan Wan's sight.

Wan Wan was clearly anxious, scratching his hair and occasionally beating his head. Finally, he put his phone in his pocket and squatted down with his hands in his hair.

"Why is there no signal?" Wan Wan scratched his hair in pain, "It's obviously gone down the mountain..."

No signal means that there is no way to communicate with the outside world, and it is impossible to go out smoothly.

Zhitao withdrew her gaze from the street lamp, and turned to look around. It seemed that only this area was bright, and the rest of it was so dark that it seemed like a monster was devouring the light.

In the end, Zhitao looked at the painful Wanwan, patted his head lightly, and only after he raised his head did he propose: "How about we walk around?"

Wanwan looked at the blackness around him a little hesitant, but he also knew that there was no solution if he stayed where he was.

When you walk in the dark, it's like swimming in a dark river. You always feel that there are vague things sliding past your ears, and there are huge strange creatures watching you.

This kind of fear is like a knife hanging over your head, but you don't know how long it will fall, but the strange thing is that Zhitao is both terrified and fascinated by this feeling.

It's as if he's afraid of watching ghost movies, but he doesn't miss every new ghost movie that comes out. Simply put, the more he eats, the more he loves to play, and he's so afraid that he will die.

Moving forward in a completely dark environment, it gave Zhitao the illusion that time had stopped, making his head dizzy and unable to tell what he was doing.

The black shadow floated in the air hesitantly, the darkness was controlled by him, but not before, he didn't know whether to let the two of them go, he was so entangled that he almost tied a knot, until he suddenly heard a familiar voice the sound of.

"Let them go." Father Snowman stood in the darkness with a pale face, with blood dripping down his chest. If Zhitao could see this scene, he would be surprised. It was exactly the same as where Father Snowman was injured in his dream .

The black shadow uttered chaotic ravings, and was very reluctant to spit out juvenile peaches. The darkness was all about him, it could be his eyes or his stomach.

If he could, he really wanted to swallow Zhitao completely, slowly and gently, and let him completely belong to him. Thinking of this, Heiying was even more reluctant to let Zhitao go.

As for Wanwan, he hadn't been able to enter the black mist from the very beginning, and just now he was still shouting Zhitao's name in a collapsed state. Father Snowman heard him on the way over, thought he was too noisy, so he was knocked out and thrown back into the village .

Zhitao didn't know that Wan Wan failed to follow him, but felt the darkness before him suddenly dissipate, and opened his eyes again to arrive at the familiar parking lot, where the tourist bus that brought him was still parked.

When Zhitao saw the tourist bus, she stopped in place, remembering what Uncle Wang said that he had gone home, but the tourist bus was still parked here.

Maybe they went back in another car, Zhitao comforted herself, don't think too much.

"What's wrong?" Zhitao turned around when she heard "Million"'s voice, and saw "Million" smiling at him, with a strange sense of déjà vu.

"Ah, it's okay." Zhitao watched "Million" walk up to him, casting a shadow in front of him, his handsome facial features looked extraordinarily divine under the light.

"Why are you so tall?" Zhitao tried to raise her head and asked him foolishly.

The black shadow was secretly laughing at the bottom of Zhitao's feet, like a child who succeeded in pranking, Father Snowman did not turn into a million, but relied on the black shadow to blur Zhitao's memory about million.

Father Snowman sighed, stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, bringing warmth like a warm wind: "Is now the time to think about this?"

"Aren't you going back?"

When Zhitao heard what he said, she turned her head to look at the coach, and said with a dazed expression: "But..."

I haven't told him yet.

But who is he?

Zhitao fell into deep doubts, and finally shook her head, as if to get rid of this strange thought.

Father Snowman held out his hand to fix his head, with unquestionable authority: "Okay, don't shake your head dizzy."

"The tour group is leaving, let's get in the car."

Zhitao was startled when she heard this, and suddenly turned her head to look at the bus. The tourist bus is a small bus. The curtains on the bus are black, but the light is transparent, and people can be seen inside. The bus is full of people. .

Father Snowman gently took his hand and led him to the car: "Let's go."

"I'll take you home."

He walked behind Zhitao, where Zhitao couldn't see, the pupils of his eyes dilated instantly, and the pupils and irises were connected into a strange pitch black.

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*Dilated pupils are a precursor to brain death.