Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Originally he was pulling Luo Qing, but now it was Luo Qing pulling him.

It was getting darker and darker.

Song Heng gritted his teeth and shouted: "Stop climbing, stop first, and wait for tomorrow's dawn!"

"But... it's just... right in front of it!"

Luo Qing raised his head, the top of the mountain was getting closer and closer, and there was only one voice in his mind, keep walking, two more steps, just two steps, we will be there soon!

Luo Qing said, taking steps to move forward.

Seeing this, Song Heng's face changed, and he wanted to reach out to pull him, but his feet slipped and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Hold!"

This fall caused Song Heng's chest to hurt, as if something was pressing on his chest. At first Song Heng didn't care, but struggled to get up.

However, his hands just brushed away the snow in front of him.

Something in the snow flickered in front of Song Heng's eyes.

"what?"

Song Heng was taken aback for a moment, and stretched out his hand to push all the snow away for a look.

But saw an unknown corpse, prostrate on the ground.

Struggling with both hands, not to ask for life, but to continue to climb forward.

Seeing the shabby clothes on the bones, which didn't seem to be their age, Song Heng couldn't help thinking: "Did someone come to climb here in ancient times?"

Just as he was thinking about it, Song Heng suddenly saw something beside the corpse.

Take a look with your hands.

It turned out to be another corpse.

"Another one?"

Seeing this, a bad feeling welled up in Song Heng's heart.

He quickly walked to the front of the two corpses, and tried to grope in the snow. Suddenly, Song Heng's expression became ugly.

The third one!

The fourth one!

It seems that as long as you push away the snow, you can see the frozen corpse under the snow.

Moreover, Song Heng noticed that the clothing styles of these corpses were all different.

But there is only one thing in common, that is, the directions of these bones are all facing the mountain in front of them.

Seeing this, Song Heng seemed to realize something subconsciously, and raised his head in surprise. Sure enough, not far away, Luo Qing had already prostrated himself on the ground.

The climbing posture is exactly the same as the bones in front of him.

"Stop climbing!"

Seeing this, Song Heng's heart trembled violently, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward, hugging Luo Qing in his arms.

"Wake up, stop crawling, wake up!"

Song Heng shook Luo Qing's shoulders violently, and roared in Luo Qing's ear with all his strength.

However, Luo Qing seemed to be suffering from a demonic disease, whispering in his mouth: "It's close, it's very close, we'll be there soon, we'll be there soon!"

"Wake up!"

Seeing this, Song Heng raised his arm and smacked Luo Qing's cheek.

Immediately, Luo Qing felt a little dazed from being beaten, clutching his head, feeling the pain that his head was about to explode.

"It's close, it's close, it's coming soon, it's coming soon!"

At this time, Song Heng suddenly heard the whispering sound coming from his ear, but this time, he was sure that the sound was not from Luo Qing.

And the sound seems to be far away, getting louder and louder, as if it is right next to the ear.

Following the sound, Song Heng looked back.

"hiss!"

Upon seeing the scene, Song Heng, who never really believed in ghosts and gods, felt a buzzing sound in his head, and felt a cold air crawling up his spine along the top of his head.

Behind him, there were figures all over the mountain, crawling on the mountain path, climbing up bit by bit.

"It's close, it's close, it's coming soon, it's coming soon..."

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"Closer! Near! Coming soon, coming soon!"

There are figures all over the mountain, old and young, and even monks wearing monk robes, trumpeting.

Along the ridge behind them, like a long black dragon, crawling on the ground, climbing up with difficulty, repeating the same words as Luo Qing.

Seeing Song Heng couldn't help but shudder all over his body, and his face became numb like needles as if he had been smeared with popping candy.

Song Heng instinctively took a step on his back leg, but he couldn't stand firmly, and his body slipped and fell behind him.

"Oops!"

Song Heng's heart trembled, it was too late to struggle.

But at this moment, his back suddenly felt cold, as if someone pushed him behind him, and pushed himself up again.

After regaining his footing, Song Heng turned his head and saw an old man standing behind him.

The dark face is the trace left by the vicissitudes of time, the thick white hair is tied into a braid, and the cloudy eyes are staring at the top of the mountain in front of him.

He holds the prayer wheel with his left hand, and the prayer wheel in his hand keeps turning every time he takes a step.

"you……"

Song Heng looked at the old man in front of him, took a closer look, but felt that the clothes on his body looked very familiar, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he looked back.

Sure enough, not far away, on the corpse dug out by himself before, the clothes worn were exactly the same as those worn by the old man in front of him.