From the angle from which he stood, through the dim moonlight, he could faintly see that there seemed to be a village in the distance, with low buildings in it, but the village had no lights, and no fireworks were lit up, so it was impossible to see clearly.

It's night, and the world is still unknown, and I'm crawling out of the grave.

Yan Luo thought for a moment, and felt that it was not necessarily a good thing to go to that village on this silent and deep night—the lack of lights and fireworks meant that it could be a dead village. No living people? If that village is the theme base of this supernatural world, you may encounter danger if you venture to it.

In this world, it's only level 1, and Yan Luo is now LV2, but he doesn't have any carelessness.

Supernatural!

Ghosts, ghosts, weird...... Such a world is unreasonable.

What's more, in the ancient Greek world of the last sports competition, there was no powerful boss, but the novice world, which is also level 1, did not appear "swarm" and "doctor", and even the "biochemical weirdness" of chaos pollution, and even the guide of LV3 overturned......

Yanluo's grave was in a mass grave mound, with hillsides and groves nearby, and he simply climbed onto a tree—it seemed to be tropical, and the trees grew very tall and luxuriant, curled up in the branches, and the leaves were obscured by the leaves, which were difficult for others to see.

If there are ghosts and ghosts in that village, it is wisest to investigate during the day.

Sunlight has a great restraint on many ghosts, ghosts, resentful spirits, vampires, etc. In the movie, the extremely powerful super boss: the old demon of Montenegro, isn't it also finished under the sun?

He planned to stay in the tree for the night, wait for dawn, and then go to the village, the supernatural world, no matter how careful he was. What's more, it's weird enough now - after entering, I actually found myself lying in a coffin, buried in a grave!

In this way, after squatting in the tree for about 3 hours, Yanluo noticed two figures in the distance and headed towards the cemetery.

The two could only see the silhouette of a human figure, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

"Could it be...... Is it black? ”

A cold wind blew, blowing a corner of the heavy black clouds, and the moonlight became a little brighter, and Yan Luo found that the two people in the distance were indeed black people—unlike Mu Bai, the "black man who broke through the boundaries of human beings", the guide was actually an Oriental, but with a dark complexion.

These two men have skin like black charcoal, and at the same time have the usual big eye sockets and thick lips of black people, and the hair on their heads, tufts curled up on their scalps like springs, purebred black Africans!

"In the last world, sports competition was in ancient Greece, and the spirit of this world has come to Africa again?"

"Does that count as free travel?"

In the distance, two black men, dressed in extremely shabby and shabby clothes, could not tell whether they were modern or modern in gray-brown clothes and trousers, one tall and one short, with a very bright red belt wrapped around the waist of the tall one, even at night.

Both of them had shovels, short ones, and wooden barrels.

Yan Luo didn't say anything, still quietly hid in the tree, watching what the two black buddies wanted to do, and soon, tall and short, two black men stood where the grave he had drilled out.

A passage had been dug into the ground, and, as it was drilled out, the tomb had collapsed in large chunks, and there was a hole in a black hole. It is said that the two of them will be shocked when they see this scene in the dark night, which is very reminiscent of whether the corpse in the coffin is a fraudulent corpse and crawled out of the grave by itself.

But these two black dudes, daring, began to talk by the grave with shovels, and pointed at the hole.

The two of them were not loud, and the distance from the woods was relatively far, so they couldn't hear what they were saying.

"It seems to be...... English? No, not in English...... Is it French, or is it Spanish? ”

Yanluo is a person who knows eight foreign languages.

He tried to tell.

The two negroes talked for a while, and began to dig the ground with a shovel, and soon the grave was dug up, revealing the coffin inside, and when they opened it, they saw that it was empty, and they saw that the planks on the sides were broken, and both of them looked angry.

Even, the two soon began to quarrel.

Yan Luo was tilting his ears sideways, trying to hear what the two were arguing about, when suddenly, the tall black man raised his fist and slammed it into the short man's head.

The short guy was knocked to the ground by a punch, and when he got up, he had already taken out an object in his hand, and the tall man seemed to be panicked when he saw it, and wanted to go up and grab it, but the short man's other hand grabbed a dagger and stuck it in the object.

The tall black guy staggered back two steps, clutching his chest, blood flowing from between his fingers......

The whole person, losing all his strength, fell.

The short guy laughed triumphantly and kicked the tall man with his foot, when the strip of red cloth tied around the waist of the tall black man suddenly turned into a snake—yes, it was a snake that Yan Luo could see clearly by the moonlight—flew up and bit the short man's face.

Soon, this black dude also fell......

Both of them were lying on the ground, and after a few struggles, they seemed to lose their breath and did not move.

Yan Luo looked confused in the trees, what was going on? Just now, he was thinking about whether to catch the two black men and torture them about the information of this place and the village, but before he could act, the two attacked each other and died together?

"Here, the folk customs are quite strong!"

sighed, Yan Luo was still confused, what were the two black buddies doing running to the cemetery at night? Why dig your own grave? Why did you appear in this world in the tomb? When the two saw that the body in the coffin was gone, why weren't they afraid? What are they arguing about? Why attack each other, and the methods are so weird?

Yanluo jumped off the tree.

Walking over and checking the cause of death of the two, there was a hideous scar on the chest of the tall man, like being stabbed in the heart by a dagger, the short man's lips were bruised, and black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, with a fishy smell, obviously poisoned.

There was a red belt on the ground beside him, and Yan Luo carefully kicked it with his foot, and found that it was an ordinary strip of cloth, not a snake at all.

In the hands of the corpse, he still clutched an object.

A strange puppet.

The puppet is only about 10 centimeters tall, its body is woven from straw and hemp rope, its head is wrapped around ropes, its two glass-bead-like eyes reflect the black glow in the moonlight, and there is a crack cut by a dagger on the puppet's chest.

"What is this? Puppet dolls? ”