[MTL, BL] Pretend Little Cowardly Bag [Quick Wear]

5.3

Time passed minute by minute, and Lin Xiuyuan didn't move.

The monster did not move his hands at first, until after a while, he saw a little water in the corner of the youth's eyes.

In just an instant, the person in front of Lin Xiuyuan disappeared, but there was a tiny mushroom in the basket.

He looked around in confusion, but half of the shadow was missing.

He took a few more steps to the cliff, but still couldn't see anything.

The wind became weaker, and only then did he realize that there was more water on his face.

Lin Xiuyuan sat on the lawn and wiped his face, counting the mushrooms in the basket while wiping his face.

Indeed one more than what he picked up at first.

Not a hallucination.

The system said, "Mr. Lin Xiuyuan, it's fortunate that you cried, otherwise you would probably be deducted OOC points."

Lin Xiuyuan didn't speak, got up and looked at the house hidden far away on the cliff.

Only some corners can be seen.

The system continued: "The reference object is different from you, and there is no concept that he has crossed over. He is now this kind of evil ghost who can directly act as a corpse. He should have some evil thoughts. You are lucky this time, and in the future Be careful..."

However, before the system could finish speaking, those pale hands climbed up from the cliff again.

It's just that this time there are no sharp fingernails, no horrible blood vessels... Except for the excessively white skin color, there is no difference between the hands of normal people.

Lin Xiu was able to distinguish the aura between different ghosts, and he immediately noticed that the owner of these hands was still the previous one.

He looked left and right, and hurriedly ran under a pine tree with the basket.

When he found Qi Jue, he didn't want to run at all, there was a flashing ooc warning on the interface, and he didn't want to be deducted points in vain, so seeing scary things climbing a tree shouldn't be considered an ooc.

It's a pity that Lin Xiuyuan's body really has no athletic talent, and the strange rustling noise over there was about to approach, and he climbed crookedly to the shortest branch.

The afterglow of dusk enveloped the entire mountain, and Lin Xiuyuan turned to look over.

There was a man under the tree.

He was wearing a black long gown with gold threads embroidered on the front. His slightly long black hair covered most of his face, but he could still see that the skin on that face was tightly wrapped by blood-stained cloth strips.

He raised his head, and his eyes suddenly locked on the young man on the tree.

The man's scarlet pupils moved slightly.

Lin Xiuyuan hugged the tree trunk tightly, and he whispered, "...Who are you?" The

other party didn't say anything, just looked up at him.

Lin Xiuyuan was in an awkward position. He couldn't get up or down. Seeing that he was getting closer to the tree trunk, he immediately started to push his feet up.

Feet were pinched violently.

Lin Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "Let go of me..." The