Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Otherwise, in the desolate wilderness, during the demonic hour, coupled with the zombie transformation storyline mentioned in the game, and their arrival at night near a grave mound, they might encounter some bad things.

The paper money scattered on the ground was clean, and the grave mounds were filled with fresh soil. Sister Cai and several other players carefully examined the new graves. She advised them, "Speak less, don't make any promises lightly, don't look back casually, and don't touch other people's things."

After glancing at the few graves on the edge, the sun had already set halfway down, and the horizon was beginning to darken. A strange sense of urgency and chill arose from the darkness.

Feng Lan tossed a coordinate in the corner and followed behind the group. Sister Cai pulled out a bundle of incense from somewhere, lit it, and gave one to each person. "It's getting dark, let's go."

Fenglan was also given a stick. After lighting it, the fragrance had a calming effect, soothing the nerves and making the surrounding darkness and cold seem less terrifying.

She walked at the very back of the crowd, the darkness of the night almost chasing after Feng Lan's heels, the shadows sometimes climbing up her hem and sometimes falling into the distance.

The ethereal sounds drifted from both sides of the path, sounding like the hushed voices of people, or whispers; if you listened carefully, it sounded like someone singing a lament.

Sister Cai didn't say much at this time, maintaining a silent stillness, following the paper money on the road, walking faster and faster. Only a wisp of incense light was faintly visible in the dimming night. The players behind them realized that something was following them, their faces stiffened, and they followed Sister Cai closely, not daring to look any further.

"Swish..."

People walk along the winding path, which is covered with paper money. This not only guides the players but also reveals their location when they step on it, as the paper money gets on their feet.

The person walking in front of Feng Lan felt that there were no footsteps behind him, but he could still smell the faint scent of incense. He remembered the soldier's words and did not dare to turn around. He held the incense stick in his hand and followed closely behind the person in front of him.

Feng Lan wasn't as nervous as the others. Her eyes were wandering around, so she was naturally noticed by these things, and a light footstep followed behind her.

Each step landed precisely in her footsteps, a damp, cold, and oppressive atmosphere enveloped her from behind, the incense stick in her hand burned at an extremely fast speed, the smoke that was originally rising in wisps now drifted with the wind behind Feng Lan, and the sun had completely set.

The last trace of crimson disappeared from the earth, and the moon in the sky hid in the clouds, only occasionally revealing a bit of murky yellow fringes, stingily and coldly casting a sliver of pale light to illuminate the pale path.

"call……"

The moment darkness fell, Feng Lan felt a weight on her shoulder, and a breath, seemingly real yet unreal, landed on her back.

"The crescent moon hangs over the grave..."

The singing was soft and delicate, almost ethereal, yet incredibly clear, reaching Feng Lan's ears and the ears of everyone in the group.

"Little sister...cold..."

The plaintive female voice, melodious and charming, failed to stir the hearts of anyone present. The singing gradually became hoarse and hollow, as if the throat had been punctured but the singer continued to sing, as if a wad of paper and mud had been stuffed into the throat, hoarse and resentful.

Some people shivered, some held their breath, some lost their footing and bumped into the people in front of them, causing some to scream in fright.

"what--!"

The singing stopped, and Feng Lan felt a lightness behind her. She raised her hand and grabbed the hand that was about to leave, holding it firmly. The incense stick in Feng Lan's hand was stuffed into its hand, forcibly taking Feng Lan's place.

"Shh." Feng Lan covered her mouth to make sure she wouldn't scream, then gave her a push. She walked mechanically in fear, following the footsteps of the person in front of her.

Feng Lan was enveloped in darkness, only able to vaguely see the red dots lit up in the hands of the people ahead—burning incense sticks. The incense drifted to the end of the procession, and the female ghost, unable to resist, inhaled it, a greedy expression on her face.

This female ghost is nothing; she accepted the team's incense, so tonight, the team will be protected by her and won't encounter any other problems.

"Boom."

Heavy footsteps echoed through the woods, and a figure appeared and disappeared, its oily green eyes staring at Feng Lan in the darkness.

Without incense sticks, Feng Lan looked at the figure.

The corpse had its arms outstretched to shoulder height, its ten fingers like claws with long, black nails, and its body covered with a layer of white hair about an inch long. It jumped from the woods onto the path, revealing a terrifying face in the moonlight. Its eyes were wide open, its pupils shrinking to pinpoints, its lips turned outward, revealing a pair of canine teeth. It looked at Feng Lan and spewed out two straight, grayish-white streams of corpse gas from its mouth and nose.

"Ho..."

The pupilless eyes slowly turned, their target shifting from the already departing group to Feng Lan, whose presence as a stranger was completely undisguised.

The next moment, without bending its knees, its entire body "thumped" and it sprang straight up and flew towards Feng Lan.

"A zombie."

(Yes, a zombie movie, the kind of one starring Uncle Ying, but without Uncle Ying.)