C1 There Were Ghosts in the Graveyard

"Click, click. . . "

It sounded like a drop of water dripping onto a porcelain bowl, but it also sounded like a person stepping on a wooden floor barefooted. It was especially prominent in this spacious and quiet midnight.

"Click, click. . . "

From afar, I slowly walked towards my room.

I subconsciously put on my coat and shoes before opening the door in a daze.

The corridor was filled with fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

A cold wind blew over, as if it came from the bottom of a thousand year lake, causing me to involuntarily shiver.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a figure staggering towards me.

Who?

Who is it?

The fog is too big, I can't see clearly, so I subconsciously rubbed my eyes.

That person is gradually getting closer. His entire body was wet, as if he had just come out of the water. The water droplets dripped onto the wooden floor, making it appear very spacious.

"You. . . "

I had just shouted a word when my throat suddenly hurts and I can't speak anymore.

In an instant, fear covers me.

I want to go back to my room, but my legs seem to be filled with lead and I can't move at all.

That person was getting closer and closer. He was so close that I could see his face clearly.

His black eyes, which were as bright as obsidian, flashed with Ling Ran's heroic spirit. Under his seemingly calm eyes, there was a sharp eagle-like gaze hidden. Coupled with his handsome face, which was upright, strong, and seemed to be carved deeply, he looked even more imposing. It made people think of the lions on the tropical grassland that pounced on their prey, and it was filled with danger.

Even though he was in a sorry state right now, he still could not hide the light and coldness that he had.

I was momentarily stunned.

I don't know this man. In my memories, I have never seen such a bold man. How could he appear in the corridor of our house?

I was just about to open my mouth and ask. He walked to the wrong place when he saw a cold machete suddenly appear behind him. Under the moonlight, it glowed with a cold light.

"Be careful!"

I screamed, but my mouth only moved. There was no sound.

The way the man looked at me suddenly changed.

For a moment, I felt as if my entire soul was trembling, as if someone was staring at me.

"With a poof, the blade descended. The man's head fell down in unison and rolled to the side of my feet.

My heart suddenly rose to my throat.

I subconsciously kicked him. At this moment, the man's hands and feet were also cut off. Blood gushed out like a fountain from the incision. A warm and bloody liquid sprayed all over my face.

I wanted to scream and run, but my entire body seemed to have been frozen. I could only watch helplessly as this mute drama continued.

The fresh blood slowly flowed down my back and continued to spread upwards.

That head stared straight at me as if an invisible hand was holding onto my throat. It kept getting tighter and tighter. . .

"Ah!"

I screamed, as though I had broken through some sort of curse. My entire body trembled for a moment before everything suddenly disappeared.

Looking up, I was still in the cemetery. In my hand was a paper money that was slowly being tossed into the basin. The wind blew up a few pieces of yellow paper. Along with the burning ashes drifting in the air, there seemed to be a hint of blood in the air.

Recalling the scene that seemed like a dream but not a dream just now, an indescribable fear seemed to rise from the depths of my bones. Then, it quickly filled my limbs and bones like a prairie fire. In an instant, my back was drenched in cold sweat.

My name is Ann Jiling and I am 18 years old this year.

I don't know who the owner of the gravestone I worship is. There is not a single word on it. I only remember that since I was young, my parents brought me here to worship two days before the Qingming Festival. Every time I pay my respects, my parents would use a small knife to cut my finger and take a drop of blood onto the tombstone.

After I turned thirteen and became an adult, my parents stopped coming and instead came here to worship me. They told me that there was a very important person buried here, and that I had to treat him with sincerity.

Over time, I got used to this matter.

It was just that this had never happened before. What happened today?

I swallowed my saliva in fear and quickly took out a small knife that I had prepared in advance. In a panic, I cut my finger and took a drop of blood from the gravestone. Then, I ran away as if I was running away. I don't want anything for the sacrifice.

Today is really too strange!

I didn't know when the sun had hidden itself behind the dark clouds! The surrounding weather suddenly darkened, and there was a faint sense of oppression.

"Rumble!" A bolt of lightning streaked across the horizon. I was so scared that I almost jumped up from where I stood.

A hurricane blew through the leaves on the ground and spun towards me, like a monster with its mouth wide open.

"Damn it! Help!"

I screamed and ran away.

"Aim - -"

Vaguely, I seemed to hear a cat's cry, as if it was right behind me, following me like a shadow.

I didn't dare to look back, I felt like I was about to collapse.

What exactly is going on?

I can't care about anything else. I ran when I saw the road, but I keep feeling like someone is following me.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle. " The sound of footsteps followed me like a shadow.

Strangely enough, there was not a single person in the cemetery today!

I scrambled and crawled as I saw the door in front of me. My heart was filled with ecstasy as I sped up and ran over.

Vaguely, I seemed to hear a sneer. It was very magnetic and belonged to a man.

Men?

My nerves immediately tensed up. The scene of that man dying in front of me appeared in my mind once again.

"Click, click -"

It was as if something had dripped onto my face. On my body. . .

I subconsciously raised my head and bean-sized raindrops instantly fell.

It's raining?

I was slightly stunned. Then, I used my hand to wipe my face. However, I felt that the liquid on my hand was sticky and there was even a hint of a fishy smell.

My heart skipped a beat.

I mustered up my courage and spread out my hands.

Blood!

Fresh blood slowly flowed down my palms.

"The dripping onto the stone floor produced a crisp sound, exactly the same as the sound I heard in my daze just now!

"Ah!"

My entire body collapsed. With a sharp scream, I ran towards the door like a madman.

However, when I got close to the door, I seemed to see that man again.

His obsidian like eyes stared coldly at me, like a curse. . .

My heart is pounding so hard, I feel like I can jump out of my throat at any time.

Who exactly is this man?

Why is he pestering me?

I retreated in fear, only to see that man smiling strangely at me before suddenly disappearing.

Disappeared?

I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, so I hurriedly rubbed my eyes. There really was nothing!