The graveyard was so unkempt that no one would come to pay their respects or clean the graves. Over time, people began burying the lonely ones without families there.
But there was something peculiar about this graveyard. Except for the tombstone in the center, all the others were broken and facing towards the center, as if bowing down.
I stepped over the overturned tombstones and walked towards the center of the graveyard. The grass beneath my feet was dark and became lighter towards the center, where the grass on the tomb was blood red.
"The smell of blood is so strong," I wrinkled my nose as I approached the central tombstone. Looking at the name on the tombstone, which read "Feng Sheng," I traced the characters with my fingers. The tombstone was pure white, without a speck of dust.
It seemed that I would have to wait here for my prey. I left the graveyard and walked to a withered tree on the outskirts, surrounded by desolation.
Surrounding the graveyard was a forest of withered trees. The trees grew crooked and twisted, with yellow and fallen leaves, even though it was midsummer.
During the day, the graveyard was silent, and it remained so at night. Looking up at the dark sky, I felt that it was the perfect time for murder and arson.
The wind blew through the trees at night, making them sway and dance like ghosts.
I sensed something and looked into the distance. I saw a woman walking towards me with her hair covering her face and a long white veil dragging behind her. Her face was pale, and her eyes were lifeless, like a corpse just risen from the coffin. She walked stiffly towards the graveyard.
"She looks even more like a ghost than me," I couldn't help but marvel. But this woman was still alive, or more appropriately, she was now an undead.
As she walked past me without noticing, I could see that she was beautiful. After passing by me, she continued towards the graveyard. However, as soon as she stepped into the graveyard, the wind suddenly picked up, and the withered trees creaked and groaned as if bones were rubbing against each other. A pile of dry leaves fell on my shoulder, then blew away with the wind.
The surroundings of the grave mound were a withered forest, with trees growing crooked and twisted, and the leaves were yellow and scattered even though it was midsummer.
The grave mound was silent all day long, and it remained quiet even after night fell. I looked up at the sky; it was a good time for murder and arson, with the moonless and windy night.
The withered trees in the night were swaying in the wind, as if ghosts were excitedly dancing.
Feeling something in my heart, I looked into the distance and saw a woman with long hair covering her cheeks. Her long white gauze skirt trailed on the ground. Her complexion was pale, and her eyes were dull, like a corpse just crawling out of a coffin, walking stiffly towards the grave mound.
"She looks more like a female ghost than I do." I couldn't help but sigh. This woman was still alive, or rather, it was more appropriate to say that she was a walking dead.
As she walked past me step by step, she ignored me and continued to walk towards the grave mound. However, as she stepped into the mound, a cold wind suddenly blew, and the withered trees around creaked and rustled, like bones rubbing together. A pile of withered leaves fell on my shoulder and was blown away by the wind again.
The weeds on the ground seemed to come to life, sticking to the ground and twisting, crawling forward with the woman's steps. The sound of the weeds rubbing against the ground, "shala la", accompanied the sound of the withered trees, making it quite lively.
The cold wind blew the woman's long hair and gauze skirt wildly in the air, revealing the woman's complete face. If it weren't for the lack of expression, she would have been truly stunning, with sharp eyebrows like a man, almond-shaped eyes, a high nose, and thick lips, very handsome.
The woman finally arrived in front of the central tombstone, slowly and stiffly raised her slender hand, gently stroking the epitaph on the tombstone, as if caressing her lover. "Feng Sheng, look, this is the thirteenth one."
The woman's lips moved mechanically, and her cold voice floated in this eerie and terrifying place.
At the moment she spoke, the cold wind suddenly stopped, the withered trees no longer swayed, and the weeds gathered quietly at her feet. The clouds in the sky scattered, and the moonlight poured down, illuminating the grave mound.
Under the moonlight, the bright red characters on the tombstone seemed to have a continuous flow of something like blood, and the woman's stiff lips curved into a smile. "Don't worry, I'll give you blood right away."
The woman stretched out her left hand, and the bright red characters on the tombstone could no longer hold back, and the red blood lines flowed onto the woman's left hand, drilling into her skin.
The blood lines entered the woman's left hand without any obstruction, and her lifeless face wrinkled in pain at this moment, vigorously shaking her left hand, as if trying to shake off the blood lines that had drilled into her body.
Due to her movements, the sleeves of her light veil rolled up, revealing the pale arms of the woman, with veins protruding as if they were about to burst. However, the woman only struggled for a moment before returning to her previous state.
"It seems that she has been controlled again." I stood on the outskirts of the graveyard, thinking about how to force the person behind the scenes to come out.
As time passed, the woman's face became even paler, and the blood characters on the gravestone bubbled, occasionally dripping a few drops of blood to moisten the weeds on the ground, while the weeds on the grave gradually grew larger.
I frowned. It seemed that I had to take action. If I waited any longer, the woman might really perish.
I drew the selfless sword from my waist, without hesitation, and flew it up into the air, aiming directly at the blood line on the ground. However, just as I entered the graveyard, the weeds gathered at the woman's feet all shot towards me in unison.
I swung the selfless sword in my hand, cutting down the incoming weeds one after another, and they fell to the ground, struggling and writhing like worms.
"Just some weeds, and they want to stop me." I snorted coldly, unimpeded and continued forward. The woman suddenly turned her head, raised her right hand, and a ghostly mist drifted out of her hand, blocking my sword, which was about to stab her.
"Who goes there? How dare you ruin my good fortune!" The woman under control said emotionlessly.
I held the selfless sword, continuously outputting my magical power, and watched as the sword slowly pierced into the black mist, saying in a cold voice, "I am here to take your life."
The woman threw her head back and laughed, her long hair flying behind her, her right hand clenched into a fist. As she moved, the black mist gradually contracted, "Hahaha! Hahaha!! You are so arrogant."
Feeling the increasing resistance, I formed a sword seal with my left hand and drew it down from top to bottom over my right arm. When it reached the palm of my sword-wielding hand, the whole sword suddenly lit up with a blinding white light.
The black mist surrounding the sword was immediately dispersed by the white light. I increased my speed, my figure becoming like the wind, and the sword tip of the sword pierced the woman's right hand without hesitation.
"Ah~~~" a painful roar echoed through the sky and earth, and the withered trees and weeds twisted at the same time.
Blood dripped from the sword, and I spoke coldly, "May heaven and earth be impartial. I sentence you to death."
"Don't kill me, don't kill me." The woman's face regained expression, her almond eyes looking at me in fear as she pleaded. Tears the size of beans kept falling from her eyes.
"You see, if you kill me, she will die too." The woman's face resumed its previous expressionless look, but this time her lips were pulled into a stiff smile as she laughed.
"Don't kill me."
"Come and kill me!"
"I beg you."
"Hahaha. You kill me!"
The woman's expressions and tone of voice kept changing, sometimes her own, sometimes that of a demon.