Section 230

Jiang Yuan saw the barrage and frowned, "Did Xiao Rou hit me particularly hard last night?"

"But it's normal to be a little ruthless when fighting against a ghost."

If it were me, I would be very ruthless.

Chapter 172 Without my name, who am I?

[Brother Jiang, don't brainwash yourself]

[It's so funny, Brother Jiang started to hypnotize himself]

[Xiao Rou is really beautiful, just hit her, can you be angry with her? ]

[Just spoil her! ]

[But Xiao Rou's fighting ability is really good. Although she was injured last night, she still subdued that ghost]

Jiang Yuan was about to fall apart,

Standing up, ready to go back to the shelter.

He estimated that he would be exhausted if he walked back like this.

The sun was hanging in the sky.

Jiang Yuan shouted: "Xiao Jin, Xiao Yu, aren't you coming to pick me up?"

No response.

Jiang Yuan was speechless and asked again: "System, give me a recovery card."

No response.

Jiang Yuan was so angry that he laughed, and could only stagger up.

He walked out of the dark valley and onto the hillside. He saw the graves that were covered with weeds at night.

For some reason, they looked very new overnight.

There were almost no weeds.

A large area of ​​mountains connected together. This was originally the village cemetery.

Each grave was newly turned over, as if a person had just been buried.

And branches were inserted into the soft soil, and white paper strips between the branches swayed in the wind.

Solemn and sad.

Like reluctant white willow branches.

There were burnt ashes in front of the graves, as well as some tofu and green balls for Qingming sacrifices.

If you smell it carefully, you can still smell the scent of incense in the air.

This is very unreasonable.

"Strange, what's going on?"

Jiang Yuan took a look and saw that the stone tablets on the graves still had the same names as last night.

But they were brand new.

Who renovated the graves that night?

Even if someone was really so crazy,

it would be impossible to finish such a workload.

Jiang Yuan's heart sank, "Absolutely impossible."

[So weird]

[This is not right, what's going on? ]

[Brother Jiang encountered a strange wall? ]

[What is this place? I've never seen it before]

[Brother Jiang, you've taken the wrong road! ]

[I feel this place is strange and familiar]

[This cemetery is so new, it's impossible]

Jiang Yuan also looked at the cemetery and fell into a long contemplation.

He walked towards the shelter along the way he came.

When he reached the edge of the cemetery, there was a circle of fog.

He plunged into it and walked for more than ten minutes in extremely low visibility, and finally walked out of the fog.

But when he looked at it, he was back to the forest where he woke up just now.

Jiang Yuan felt a little cold all over. The bright sun shone on his body, but there was no temperature at all.

It was as if the sun on the horizon was just a decoration.

Jiang Yuan walked three more times, and he returned to the starting point without any difference.

He walked to the grave of the strange man,

This time it was different.

Because this grave is much higher, it is a grave of reasonable size, no longer a short grave.

There is also a tombstone in front of the grave.

The most bizarre thing is that there is a photo on the tombstone, black and white, a bit old.

But the photo is quite clear,

the face on it is too familiar.

Jiang Yuan frowned, "Is this me?"

[Li Wang's Tomb,

died on August 14, 1988]

Jiang Yuan's pupils were a little dazed, and his head was a mess.

"I am Li Wang? I'm dead?"

[Is this Brother Jiang's tomb? ]

[What nonsense, Brother Jiang is not dead]

[What's going on, it's really Brother Jiang's photo, exactly the same]

[Who took the photo? It can't be so scary]

[Brother Jiang won't be confused, you are not Li Wang]

[Fuck, so weird]

[Who is Li Wang? Is it the green-skinned ghost from last night? Isn't he dead? ]

Jiang Yuan sat in front of the tombstone for ten minutes,

after ten minutes, he was even more confused.

"I'm not Li Wang."

"Then who am I?"

"What's my name...what's my name..."

Jiang Yuan shook his head, not knowing why he couldn't remember it no matter what.

He stood up, feeling a little weak.

He picked up a branch to support himself and walked.

This time, the graves seemed a little bigger.

The tombstones were also clearer.

Some of them already had photos on them.

Jiang Yuan looked at them, but couldn't see them clearly at all. The photos were like a blurry mosaic. The more he wanted to see them clearly, the more unclear they were.

He walked into the fog again.

Jiang Yuan felt like he had traveled a long distance countless times,

and he couldn't get out.

He returned to his grave again.

Jiang Yuan was really tired this time. His skin began to turn blue, and his arms were a little painful, as if he was bitten by some small insects.

Jiang Yuan looked down at his arms,

and spread his hands, looking at his hands in confusion.