Quick travel: The little skeleton gave birth to multiple babies!

The night is as dark as ink, in a cemetery in the wilderness.

The silence made the place even more eerie.

"Rustling..."

There was a slight rustling sound.

The noise was not loud, almost inaudible.

But in this quiet and empty place, it seemed particularly harsh.

Upon closer listening, we discovered that the sound came from a remote, overgrown area.

And in the overgrown area there was an almost invisible mound of earth.

The sound came from under the small mound of earth.

Everyone knows what the small mounds of earth that appeared in this cemetery represent.

If there were someone present and heard the noise, they would probably be scared to death.

The rustling sound became more and more obvious, and the small mound of earth was gradually collapsing.

Finally, a tunnel emerged from under the small mound...

"Phew~ I'm so exhausted!"

"What evil person buried it so deep?"

An angry voice echoed throughout the cemetery.

I saw a skull poking out from under the small mound of earth.

The skull was spinning around flexibly, and it was spinning 360 degrees.

After a while, as if having observed enough, a pair of skeletal hands stretched out from under the mound of earth.

The pair of skeleton hands pushed towards the ground in a very realistic manner, and a complete skeleton jumped out in an instant.

The skeleton still had a few wisps of clothing hanging from it.

The original style of the clothes is no longer recognizable.

It may just be that the jump just now was too big.

The moment it jumped up and landed, the originally complete skeleton scattered all over the ground.

The scene was extremely weird. If someone saw it, it would be more than just a matter of pissing and fucking.

I guess he was scared to death.

"trouble!"

The skeleton muttered as if in disgust.

However, there was no sign of opening or closing of the upper and lower jaws of the head.

And that sound really came from this skeleton.

"Which bastard is so vicious."

"It's cut into pieces."

"This isn't pure dismemberment."

"It's all cut into pieces. Let alone a coffin, there's not even a straw mat left!"

The skeleton said this with gnashing teeth.

God knows how you can see gnashing of teeth from a skeleton.

It just looked around.

The place where I am buried is just a small mound of earth.

There's no coffin, not even a tombstone!

How much the person who cut it hates it.

Could it be that it dug up someone's ancestral grave or jumped off a cliff carrying a child in its arms before it died?

How did I end up like this?

As soon as it regained consciousness, it found itself in an enclosed space.

It was pitch black all around, with dirt everywhere.

But somehow it can see very clearly.

It understood the situation immediately and realized that it was obviously being buried.

Is it dead? But it is still alive.

I pondered for a moment, but to no avail.

Can't remember anything.

But it just happens to know that the buried person should have a coffin.

In this situation, it is obvious that I have nothing at all.

Someone just covered it with a pile of mud.

It knows some common sense things.

I understand now. I have amnesia, not dementia.

I tried to move my body to loosen the dirt on my body.

As it moved, a series of "cracking" sounds were heard in the enclosed space.

Suddenly it had a bad feeling.

I struggled to lift my hands that were tightly covered by mud, and put them in front of me to take a look...

Well, this is not a human hand, it's clearly a skeleton.

The skull's joints are clearly visible, without a trace of impurities, and it is as white as jade.

It's so pretty.

He admired his hands for a while, then touched his body.

I immediately discovered something was wrong.

According to common sense, shouldn't a normal skeleton be connected together?

Why is this in bulk?

It's scattered everywhere, a piece here, a pile there.

How miserable it is.

I just moved my main body, and the impact of the mud on my body was added.

It collided with those scattered bones.

The "cracking" sound is the sound of bones colliding.

A series of blows silenced it.

First he found himself alive, but it turned out that his skeleton had turned into a spirit?

The point is that the bulk skeletons become spirits?

Who understands this grievance?

Do I need anyone to tell me? It's obvious that I've been chopped into pieces.

What hatred or grudge?

After being depressed for a while, it had to accept this suffocating truth.

What else can we do? These are the facts before our eyes.

Even if it is a skeleton spirit, it is only a skeleton spirit with consciousness.

There is the Zombie King in front, then it must be the Skeleton King!

I boasted to myself, and then I noticed the pieces of fabric hanging on my body...

This is rotten...

This Skeleton King is really a tiger in a low position~

After trembling and struggling for a long time, he finally pieced together his complete skeleton.

Strangely enough, for each bone, as long as its corresponding position is found.

It will automatically connect.

Otherwise, how can an ordinary skeleton walk upright?

If you tell anyone about it, people will laugh at you.

Well, I am worthy of being the Skeleton King. I am really awesome.

But judging from the current situation, it seems that I can’t do heavy work...

I just jumped like that, using a little more force~

This immediately fell apart~

I resigned myself to my fate and pieced it together again.

This time, without the obstruction of mud, the speed was much faster.

He stood up and looked around.

It was still pitch black all around, obviously it was late at night.

I looked at it when it stuck its head out just now.

If it were daytime, it wouldn't dare to jump out like this.

The excavated soil was not filled back.

With its skeleton like this, where else can it go?

No matter what, this is where its bones are buried.

The dog doesn’t mind his poor home. Although his land is a bit miserable.

But it is also its home, so it will come back.

He cursed the person who cut the watermelon again.

Slowly walked out of the bush.

This creates a strange picture.

In the dark and gloomy cemetery, a skeleton was walking on its own...

The King of Hell would have to swear brotherhood on the spot when he saw me~Brother~

When I walked out of the bushes, I saw the open space.

And countless small mounds of earth.

Oh, I have quite a few neighbors.

It’s just that some of its neighbors are much more luxurious than its humble abode.

This vast cemetery can be seen to its end at a glance.

After looking at it for a few times, it lost interest.

It tried it just now when it was in the dirt bag.

Apart from being able to move, I have no other abilities.

I don't need to eat or drink, I don't even need to sleep.

It seems like a different kind of longevity...

But the Zombie King has sharp fangs and long nails.

Look at yourself again...

It's just a thin skeleton. When the wind blows...

It seems that I can feel the chill of the draft.

A three-year-old child can break it apart with just a slight push.

This Skeleton King seems to be a bit exaggerated~

At most, you will be a skeleton.