Gravekeeper

Chu Qing stood at the highest peak of the back mountain of Beishan Cemetery.

Although it was only more than 100 meters high, standing here, he could see the entire Beishan Cemetery under his feet and the huge Luocheng in the distance.

In front of him, there was only a natural stone table.

On the stone table, a whole piece of white paper was spread flat, and the soot ink was placed in the inkstone.

At the same time, there was some vermilion cinnabar and blood mixed ink on the side.

He held the brush that he had not used for many years, and an indescribable feeling spread from the bottom of his heart.

It must be said that before the outbreak of the weird era, it was very difficult for students of his major to live decently in this society.

However, after entering the weird era, if the opportunity is enough, it can be said that it is like a fish in water.

Paper figurines are one aspect, and the current related Yin positions are also one aspect.

Although he was best at oil painting and murals in the direction of his art major, Chinese painting can only be considered barely.

However, if he recalls it a little, he can try it.

And most importantly, he has the best reference in front of him!

Thinking of this, Chu Qing looked at his side.

He embraced the vast mountains and rivers.

The autumn wind swept down, and Chu Qing's clothes rustled.

Behind him, Mangshan looked like a blue dragon carrying a map.

In the distance, the Yellow River looked like a dragon turning over.

He stared at the mountains and rivers, and after a long silence,

He wrote with a dragon's hand.

...

West of Luocheng,

This slaughterhouse is not small.

There are three workshops for slaughtering alone.

And each has a different division of labor. The three slaughterhouses for pigs, cattle, and chickens are clearly separated. At the same time, there are several huge cold storages to store some meat that was not sold immediately.

However, according to the discovery of Zhou Yingzhu's men, all humans and animals here are dead.

At the same time, after Zhou Yingzhu became the executioner, he could see that the younger brother who reported the news had traces of Yin Qi remaining on him, and it could be judged that there was something strange in this slaughterhouse.

Wang Ming.

His surname was Wang and his name was Ming, a name that was ordinary enough to be compared with Zhang Wei.

However, he was not an ordinary person.

He dropped out of middle school and went out to join Fu Laoliu when he was very young. With his ruthlessness, he became one of Fu Laoliu's most trusted thugs.

Unfortunately, the days of drinking and partying had just begun, but the times had changed.

What Wang Ming didn't expect was that just a short while ago, his worldview was shattered again.

It would have been fine if the legendary Zhou Jie from Zhongyuan Province had led people to the door, and it would have been fine if she had split the steel door like tofu with a knife. What was even more terrifying was the woman next to Zhou Jie.

A woman holding a woman's head in her hand, who could make everyone lose all their resistance.

Someone can control the weirdness!

When I think of this, this gloomy slaughterhouse doesn't seem so scary anymore.

Because, Sister Zhou said that as long as you don't die in it, you can follow her in the future.

And it is obvious that Sister Zhou's friends have such strange people. People like them may live a more carefree life in the future than before the weird era came.

Although, you still need to tie your head to your belt.

Thinking of this, Wang Ming looked around cautiously, then raised his head and looked at the drone in the sky.

He felt a little more at ease.

He glanced at all the brothers who scattered in, thought of those who surrounded the slaughterhouse, cursed in his heart, and directly chose a direction to hide.

Sister Zhou said that in addition to exploring the possible weirdness inside, their main purpose is to find the key to the cold storage inside. As long as they find the key to the cold storage and take out some of the fresh meat inside, they can walk out of the Xihe Slaughterhouse.

However, Sister Zhou also told them about the situation inside.

Those people are all dead, and the keys are also on those corpses, but once they touch those corpses, they may trigger the possible weirdness.

He is not stupid!

Even the Book of Life and Death thinks so:

[You are very smart. In this paradise of slaughterers, you know that if you face it directly, you will definitely die! ]

[So, you don’t need to be smarter than it, you just need to be smarter than them. ]

[After all, who would think that their life is too long? ]

[But, stupid and cowardly human beings, in such an era, you don’t even have the courage and wisdom to fight for your life. How can you survive? 】

【The stupidity of human beings lies in that, in many cases, they are often too smart to be smart enough...】

If Wang Ming at this moment took out his mobile phone to check, he would see the mockery of the Book of Life and Death.

Or, if he bound the Book of Life and Death to his watch like An Ruoxue and Zhou Yingzhu did with Chu Qing, he would also see it.

What a pity.

At this moment, Wang Ming was panting and hiding in a warehouse in this huge slaughterhouse.

This is where some sundries are stored.

Full of dust.

Such a mess, I am afraid that even people have not been here for a long time, let alone ghosts.

Wang Ming thought so.

So, he found a corner behind a shelf and squatted there.

Closed the door.

It was dark here. There was only the smell of dust from the years and Wang Ming's gradually calming weak breathing.

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He didn't know what was going on outside, he just wanted to wait like this.

However, the treasure he thought he had chosen was actually quite ordinary.

Because it was obviously in disrepair.

Some shelves where tools were placed were extremely messy.

Just at this moment, Wang Ming moved his body slightly, and he didn't know what shelf he touched behind him, and something fell from the shelf and hit Wang Ming's back directly.

'Hiss! '

Wang Ming subconsciously took a breath of cold air, but he didn't dare to shout out, for fear that a louder sound would attract the unknown terrifying existence.

But he still took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight function, and looked at his back.

What fell was a small hook used to tie meat.

It was just an object, but it was a sharp weapon after all, and Wang Ming saw a little blood on it.

He touched his back and it was indeed a bit painful, but the pain was nothing, the wound was not deep, and he didn't even need a Band-Aid.

Wang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and ignored it. He just moved a little further away from the shelf, turned off his phone, and continued to squat in the dark.

"Huh..."

"Huh..."

For some reason, Wang Ming was always nervous and indescribably anxious.

His legs were numb as he squatted on the ground. He wanted to stand up, but he felt inexplicably cold.

It was as if a big centipede was crawling on his back, making him feel cold from the neck to the root of the tail.

This coldness made the originally burning wound on his back seem to feel no pain.

Wang Ming didn't understand, but after thinking about it, he still held the phone in his hand.

He turned on the flashlight on his phone again and shone it on himself.

Then, he turned his head and looked behind him.

In the dark warehouse, the flashlight illuminated a dark and huge shadow.

This was not a scene worthy of attention, but soon, Wang Ming was stunned.

Because at this moment, his shadow, who was squatting in the corner,

slowly stood up.

The shadow had a broad and fat body, and seemed to be holding a large bone-cutting knife in his hand.

Like a butcher.