On the old red wooden table, an oil lamp emits a slightly yellow light.

There are a few yellowed straw papers on the desktop, with lines of black handwriting on them.

The handwriting was neat at the beginning, but the more you got to the back, the more sloppy the handwriting became.

From the changes in the handwriting, we can see that the writer's mood changes from calmness to pain and despair.

On the chair in front of the wooden table, a pale boy was sitting, possessing himself and looking at the handwriting on the straw paper, with a complicated expression.

He is Zhou Tong.

However, he was not Zhou Tong, the owner of the suicide note in front of him, but Zhou Tong from the 21st century Earth.

That's right, Zhou Tong traveled through time.

He is an extreme athlete. Before he traveled through, he was surfing in the waters of Nazare, Portugal, and a huge wave came towards him.

This time he failed to choke the God of Death's throat as before, and his eyes turned dark. When he woke up again, he came here.

With the strange environment and decorations, and the discovery that he had changed into a completely different young and thin body, he soon realized that he had traveled through time.

However, he did not fully inherit the memory of his predecessor. His mind was filled with mud, and only some fragmented pictures flashed through him.

In order to find out his situation as soon as possible, he tried to find clues from the items around him.

Naturally, he noticed a few pieces of straw paper on the wooden table.

"A strange-behaving father? A traitorous and a traitor? A statue that can laugh?"

After reading the suicide note left by his predecessor from beginning to end, Zhou Tong's heart jumped suddenly.

He was thinking about how his previous life died, but now he understood that the other party might not be able to control his inner fear when writing a letter and was scared to death.

"Has I come to a world full of demons?!"

Zhou Tong was shocked.

"No matter whether it is true or false, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time."

Zhou Tong immediately stood up and prepared to escape from this place.

Click.

At this moment, a bright lightning flashed across the dark night sky, illuminating the sky and the earth.

The wind whistled, making the branches in the yard rustling, and the doors and windows made shrill whine sounds.

Zhou Tong's steps suddenly stopped and his eyes narrowed.

The moment lightning illuminated the earth, he seemed to have seen something out of the corner of his eyes, and his eyes suddenly changed and fell on the window.

The next moment, sweat broke out in his palm and the cold air surged.

Outside the paper-paste window, a dark figure appeared at some point. His body leaned forward slightly, his hands and face pressed against the window, looking at him motionlessly, and he didn't know how long he had been there!

"Who, get out!"

Zhou Tong was suddenly startled, glanced at him, reached out to pick up a wooden stick as thick as an arm on the side, and shouted fiercely.

There was no response, the figure did not move, just looked at him faintly.

Lightning flashed across the sky from time to time, making the figure flash and dark, like a ghost.

After not getting a response for a long time, Zhou Tong's heart beat faster and faster. He simply gritted his teeth, held the wooden stick tightly, took two steps, and kicked open the door.

boom!

Zhou Tong rushed to the door in one step and looked at the window as soon as possible.

But there was nothing there.

Zhou Tong's expression changed slightly. He held the wooden stick and turned around in circles, looking around, but also found nothing.

It took him a moment to rush out of the room, and there was no sound of footsteps walking in the yard.

How did that figure disappear without a trace?

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Zhou Tong's forehead.

At this time, he realized something later and looked up at the eaves.

Under the eaves, there were several big red lanterns hanging, which were lit up at some point and swayed gently in the wind.

The red light poured over the ground, and there seemed to be a layer of blood on the ground.

When he rushed out of the room just now, Zhou Tong was very focused and his attention was on the figure, so he didn't notice the changes in the environment at the first time.

"Just just now, the yard was still pitch black, and the lanterns were hanging so high. Who could light it silently?"

Zhou Tong felt a little scared.

"If there is really something like a demon, I can't deal with it, so I'd better leave here first."

Zhou Tong made a quick decision.

He was about to walk out the door when suddenly a stinging sensation came from behind.

Zhou Tong's expression changed, he grabbed the stick and turned around suddenly.

call!

He was greeted with a pale face, only a dozen centimeters away from him, and there was a scar on his left face, lying on his face like a black centipede.

A pair of blood-covered eyes were wide open, as if they would jump out of their sockets in the next moment, and they were divided into ferocious and terrifying.

“!!!”

Zhou Tong's heart beat a beat, and a chill rushed straight from his spine to the sky spirit cover, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

"The father of the predecessor Zhou Ming!"

The memories in his mind seemed to loosen up, and Zhou Tong naturally recognized the other party's identity.

"I'm willing to give everything."

Zhou Ming stared at Zhou Tong with blood-covered eyes, indifferent and cold, and spit out a few words without any head or tail.

"What?"

"I am willing to give everything!" Zhou Ming repeated this sentence, his face gloomy and stiff, and particularly terrifying.

"Is this a ghost or a ghost?"

Zhou Tong was shocked and angry, and he didn't care about it. He picked up the wooden stick and smashed it head-on at Zhou Ming.

However, the next moment, his body stiffened, and his hair was like a mosquito solidified in amber and could not move.

"I'm willing to give everything."

Zhou Ming muttered hoarsely and walked forward silently.

Zhou Tong was like a marionette, and he couldn't help but keep up with him.

Crack.

The door of the mourning hall was opened, and Zhou Tong followed Zhou Ming into the mourning hall.

As soon as he entered the mourning hall, Zhou Tong smelled a faint smell of blood.

His body could not move, but his eyes could see that under the table in the mourning hall, the breeze blew the curtain open, revealing a piece of bone with dry black bloodstains, and a bloody saw.

Zhou Tong's scalp was numb. Now he understood what was going on when he heard the crackling sound in the middle of the night in his previous letter.

At this moment, Zhou Ming stopped and set his eyes on the human-faced scorpion-tailed statue on the altar.

The cold wind poured in from the door, and the candlelight jumped.

Under the reflection, Zhou Ming's face flashed and darkened, looking even more gloomy.

He slowly took off the coarse linen wrapped around his upper body.

Zhou Tong looked over and his pupils suddenly contracted.

I saw that Zhou Ming's upper body was covered with some blue-black mysterious symbols, densely packed with a strange aura, and a scorpion pattern with four tails was faintly pieced together on his back.

"The blood river surging, the yin wind turns nine times, the bloodline serves as a sacrifice, and the soul is reborn..."

Zhou Ming's expression, which had always been indifferent, suddenly changed, his face was full of fanaticism and piety. He knelt down at the human-faced scorpion-tailed statue, muttering something in his mouth.

A series of blue-black airflows as thick as thumbs rose from the mysterious symbols of his naked upper body, winding in the air like a spirit snake, and connected to the human-faced scorpion-tailed statue.

Amid his nervous murmurs, Zhou Tong walked towards the altar step by step uncontrollably.

The bloody smell from the nose became stronger, and it also had a slight odor, which made people disgusting.

As he approached step by step, I wonder if it was an illusion, Zhou Tong felt that the human-faced scorpion-tailed statue on the altar seemed to have a humanized expression.

Violent, greedy.

It seemed as if I wanted to swallow myself in one bite.

Zhou Tong was so angry that he tried his best to stop him from getting closer, but he could not control his movements and could only watch as he walked step by step.

Bang!
To be continued...