[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

Zhitao felt more and more uneasy, and the man's words seemed to ring in his ears: "There are many, many corpses buried in the white flowers in front of the pomegranate tree."

I'll go and have a look, Zhitao thought.

After he folded the note, he put it back into the book. He didn't know where the page fell out from, so he put it in at will.

After putting it away, he hurried towards the pomegranate tree. The deep hole they dug yesterday was still there, and Zhitao picked up the small rake from the soil, and then searched for the white flower.

He quickly found the little white daisy, which bloomed in the black soil, like the only life in this black soil.

Zhitao squatted in front of it, gently pulled out the little white daisy, and put it in her pocket.

After putting it in place, Zhitao began to use the small rake to dig up the soil. Since yesterday, he dug for a long time but failed to dig out anything, so Zhitao never thought that he would dig something so quickly. When the small rake touched a foreign object, He thought it was a small rock.

He casually pushed it away with his hands, then stopped in place, it was not a rock.

It's a pure white skull with a spine attached. Zhitao knows this shape. As a lover of ghosts and legends, he has also collected skulls, but they are definitely not as real as this one.

Although Zhitao was mentally prepared, when she suddenly saw this thing, her heart and limbs felt frozen in place.

Father Snowman, he...

Did it really kill someone?Zhitao thought in confusion.

For a moment, Zhitao couldn't tell which was more fear or sadness in her heart.

At this time, he seemed to hear the familiar footsteps again, and Father Snowman's helpless sigh. The footsteps gradually approached, and finally stopped behind Zhitao.

Zhitao looked down at the skull, the skull was very clean, the bones underneath could be seen in the two black holes, his sweat dripped into the holes, and the ticking sound was very crisp.

"You saw it." Father Snowman said with a smile behind him, "That's right, Zhitao."

Zhitao's heart was clenched tightly, and she turned her head to look at him with trepidation, as if she saw the shadow emerging from behind Father Snowman in a daze, it was huge and dark, exactly like the one in the dream.

He blinked again, and the shadow was gone again.

Zhitao was in a daze for a moment because of this hallucination, and when she came back to her senses, she froze in place for an instant. After all, the current situation, no matter how she thought about it, met the conditions for killing and silence.

Father Snowman looked at him with a smile, and said slowly: "Since you have found out..."

Zhitao's heart rose to her throat, feeling that it would be torn apart in the next second, her little face was so frightened that she looked up nervously at Father Snowman.

His eyes seemed to have turned into a mouth, desperately trying to convey his strong desire to survive to Father Snowman, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear of saying the wrong thing, and then he would be the next person buried in the soil.

Father Snowman seemed to be amused by his small eyes. He smiled sullenly, shook his head first, and then said kindly: "For the sake of the past, I can give you five minutes to leave here."

"5 minutes later……"

The priest bent down and carefully admired the face of the person in front of him. The childish black hair was messily stuck to the face, the pink pupils, the short and upturned nose, the rosy mouth, the beauty was vulgar, and the beauty was heart-pounding.

Zhitao sat on the spot blankly, watching Father Snowman stretch out his broad hand to brush away the sticky strands of hair on his head, and the unique smell of a priest lingered at the tip of his nose.

"I'm coming to find you." Zhitao heard Father Snowman's low voice, and in a blink of an eye, Father had already disappeared before his eyes.

After Father Snowman disappeared, Zhitao looked around subconsciously, trying to find him, but couldn't find anything, but saw a few ghosts floating greedily outside the yard, but never approached Juvenile peach.

He felt uncomfortable when he was looked at. After all, those ghosts in the dream also had the same eyes when they ate people. They looked like hungry beasts, and there was only desire for living things in their eyes. When found, it disappeared in place.

Zhitao stood up with his hands on his hands. He knew that the most important thing now was to get out of here, but he hadn't found a million dollars yet. It was impossible for Zhitao to leave his friends alone. He called without expecting, "Father Snowman?"

"What's the matter?" Father Snowman appeared behind him again, and when Zhitao wanted to turn back, he held his shoulder. The action was so strong that Zhitao lost the courage to turn back.

Father Snowman casually looked at the ghosts in the distance. Although the ghosts didn't dare to approach, they were also reluctant to leave. Obviously, their desire for the living had overwhelmed their fear of Father Snowman.

"If you are looking for a million dollars, then he has already gone down the mountain. As for you, let me give you a piece of advice."

"If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave." Zhitao heard Father Snowman's icy breath in his ears, and the biting chill came from his shoulders, which made his skin crawl instantly, as if he was lying in an ice coffin .

Fortunately, after the priest finished speaking, he disappeared again. This time, Zhitao didn't dare to call him anymore, and hurried down the mountain.

He knew that the short 5 minutes might not be enough. After all, no matter how small Shiliu Village is, it is a village with 347 people. Therefore, he ran very hard, his ears were full of tinnitus, and his breath was covered with rust. taste.

When he was working hard, the black shadow under his feet was also working hard, supporting him to run wildly. Although he didn't know why Father Snowman did this, it didn't prevent the black shadow from secretly releasing water.

If all of Him were here, not to mention 5 minutes, five seconds would be enough for Him to help Zhitao escape, but it is a pity that most of the shadows are with Father Snowman, and only a small part can sneak to Zhitao Here, with such a small He, it is a question of whether he can send Zhitao out.

Life is not easy, Sombra sighed.

Zhitao felt that she was almost out of breath from running, and finally ran to the pomegranate forest, as long as she ran out of the forest, she could go down the mountain.

But the strange thing is that even though the escape route went smoothly, he became even more nervous, always feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Human vision is amazing. For example, watching a fast-playing animation interspersed with short horror pictures, although the brain does not leave an impression, the vision will intuitively make people feel uncomfortable.

Just like the current Zhitao, although the fast running made him barely notice the surrounding environment, those terrifying scenes already made him feel uncomfortable reflexively.

Five children climbing like geckos on the wall, headless men holding up laughing heads, pale fingers protruding from cracks, countless naked feet in corners.

Although the deterrent power of the black shadow is still there, it still can't stop the dead person's desire for a juvenile peach, living flesh and blood, a beating heart, a running living person.

They surrounded him silently, like a pack of wolves approaching a newborn lamb, leaving sticky saliva in their mouths.

[Just eat his heart...]

Hundreds of ghosts appeared one after another and surrounded him, Zhitao's heart was beating like it was about to pop out, it was unknown whether it was because of running or feeling a strong anxiety.

Heiying struggled to tear away the arms blocking the way. There were more and more of them, like mushrooms growing after the rain, trying to pull Zhitao's feet. But as soon as Zhitao raised his foot, it broke off.

The black shadow then crushed the ghosts. Although only one of them touched Zhitao, it still excited the ghosts. From this point, they cunningly discovered the weakness of the black shadow. This was undoubtedly a good opportunity.

[Just eat his heart...]

After Zhitao saw the scene in front of him, he stopped abruptly, his chest heaved rapidly, his eyes were wide open, and sweat quickly slipped down.

There are dense ghosts standing in the pomegranate forest, and the enthusiastic aunts from before are also standing in it. The corners of their smiling mouths seem to be split open, and they have the eyes of beasts.

The ghosts in the pomegranate grove only appeared at night before, but now they appear during the day, Zhitao couldn't help being a little angry, what's going on with these ghosts, they don't follow the way of being a ghost at all.

Although he thought so in his heart, he was still so scared that he couldn't move forward. His first reaction was to go back and find Father Snowman, which was better than facing the group of ghosts in front of him.

After all, although Father Snowman didn't look like a good person, he was handsome anyway. These strange ghosts in front of him were as terrifying as they were, and they could be called the East O World Expo.

Zhitao even watched an uncle's eyeballs being snapped out by the ghost next to him and eaten. The ghost chewed it with a crunching sound. After chewing it, he was very civic-minded, and put his own eyeballs back on the uncle.

He couldn't understand it but was shocked, and even felt from the bottom of his heart that it would be better for the ghost to shut his eyes than to watch the scene in front of him.

But when he really saw them floating towards this side, Zhitao still took a step back quietly, ready to run away.

Then he heard the laughter of the children, the laughter of the five children one after another, the shrill voice pierced through his eardrum like a needle, and just by hearing the laughter, it was clear that those children were not in a good mood.

There were wolves in front and tigers in back, Zhitao felt that the blood in her body was frozen.

Although he froze, the black shadows on the soles of his feet sprang up. In order to help Zhitao escape, more than a dozen small black-striped dancing tigers tried to scare away the ghosts.

But obviously the ghosts are more courageous now. Although the little black stripes scattered several ghosts, the rest of the ghosts still swarmed towards Zhitao.

The ghosts have ferocious faces, with eyes, intestines, and limbs flying around. Zhitao, as a face-controlling and normal human being, suffers severe damage in his heart.

Although under the protection of the shadows, the ghosts couldn't hurt Zhitao for a while, but it was obviously not a good thing to continue like this, just when he comforted himself that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and he was about to rush out directly.

He saw the ghosts surrounding him suddenly disperse, Uncle Wang's family stood in front of Zhitao looking at him, and Wanwan ran towards Zhitao.

Wanwan grabbed Zhitao's hand and ran out of the pomegranate grove, "Finally found you, let's go."

The author has something to say:

*White daisy flower language: happy forever, do you love me or not, parting, the love hidden in my heart

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