nderstandable, but blackmailing Lin Yanhuan He's not afraid of being sent to some unknown desert to plant trees until he dies""Lin Yanhuan isn't that scary..." I whispered to my brother, telling him n...Thunder roars on the left, lightning flashes on the right.

The left hand, the index finger presses on the middle and ring fingers pinching the heart of the palm, while thumb presses the index finger pinching the little finger. This is called left-hand holding thunder (or Yang Lei). The right hand, the index finger presses on the middle and ring fingers pinching the heart of the palm, while thumb presses the index finger pinching the little finger. This is called right-hand holding thunder (or Yin Lei).

Two hands simultaneously summon lightning, symbolizing thunder.

I clenched my hands into a lightning seal. The fence and gate of the small courtyard were suddenly struck by a bolt of lightning and thunder, causing them to collapse. I stared blankly at my own hands until my older brother slapped me, sending me stumbling.

"Xiao Qiao, what are you daydreaming about! Run!" He dragged me towards the back of the farm.

We were already trespassing, and if the neighbors found us, they'd probably all come out to catch us. At this point, we'd have to hide from both zombies and the living!

"Brother, brother, was it me who summoned the Thunder Lord just now!" I asked in disbelief.

If I had such abilities, couldn't I pretend to be a wise and powerful mage

“Rubbish! Could it be that Blabbermouth Fairy summoned this! If I knew you had this kind of ability, I shouldn't have given you that personal stun baton. I was worried the enemy would snatch it and use it to knock you out!” My brother muttered under his breath, dragging me into the woods.

The woods were thick with an oppressive gloom, the pursuers hot on our heels. Those ghouls weren't as stiff and lifeless as we imagine in common sense, nor as exaggeratedly jerky as they appear in movies: a talisman stuck on their foreheads, bouncing forward rigidly.

A corpse carrier has many fundamental skills, such as turning, crossing bridges, and navigating high and low terrain. In short, it is all about the methods of carrying and transporting corpses.

Those who practice this qimen must meet several criteria: first, they must be male; second, they must be ugly; and third, they must be brave and fearless. Therefore, in my opinion, grave robbers are all burly men with fierce looks!

I wouldn't even go near their corpses, let alone living people like this!

Later, a chill wind blew, and the forest grew dark. I instinctively felt a shiver down my spine, as if someone was whispering and giggling in my ear.

"Brother, brother... I feel like something's following me..." I said with a trembling voice. That icy feeling clung to me like a shadow, refusing to leave.

My brother glanced back and said in a bad mood, "What ghost Besides, ghosts are afraid of you now. Which idiot ghost would come after you—Ouch!"

He tripped and fell into a pile of leaves, pulling me down with him.

"Two ignorant youngsters! You dare to provoke us and still want to walk away unharmed! The man will leave with one arm! The woman, come with me! I'll spare your lives!" A male voice roared from the darkness.

My brother pushed me and told me to hide behind a tree. He pulled out a huge crossbow from his backpack, the kind used for hunting wild boars. There was news recently about someone going up the mountain to hunt wild pigs and accidentally killing a person. My god, he's getting bolder by the day!

"Bang!" A sound of a bowstring, a black shadow screamed in pain, cursing us for wanting to kill him.

I secretly opened the navigation inside my clothes. The signal was too poor in the deep mountains and old forests, and after turning around for a long time, it didn't update. We had no choice but to choose a direction by luck and run wildly.

Soon, a shimmering silver expanse came into view - the lake near Shenjia Mountain gate!

The weather was bitterly cold. A thin layer of ice covered the lakeshore, and the hazy moonlight reflected on both the lake water and the ice, emitting a holy, ethereal glow.

My brother stopped a man charging at me, slamming him to the ground and beating him mercilessly. I trembled and ran forward, trying not to be a hindrance, but several decaying zombies came charging from the side.

That hunched-over dead old woman, actually dragging her intestines across the floor, charged at me!

To make these ghouls travel long distances, the grave robbers would cast spells to strengthen their limbs, and she almost leaped right in front of me!

“Ah——!!” I stomped on the soft mud at the edge of the lake and tumbled onto the thin ice, swiftly rolling into the water.

Piercing cold.

The icy lake water instantly eroded my clothes, and the waterlogged garments felt like a thousand pounds, dragging me down to the deeper, darker depths of the lake.

I, I can't swim.

In that instant, when the water reached my nose, I felt myself dying. All I could manage was a frantic cry of…

These two characters once led me to a boundless deep sea.

I remember his solid arms braced against my sides, a wave of icy air washing over me, encompassing my entire body and mind.

I could only lie there, hopelessly and helplessly beneath him. He held me tight, and I felt myself suffocating. He controlled my life and death, my love and my every thought!

A bolt of lightning seemed to flash through the darkness in my mind.

A multitude of bittersweet tenderness and longing surged within me.

How can I forget him.

Even a hundred nights, a thousand nights, ten thousand nights I couldn't get used to living without him!

Jiang Qiyun...Qiyun...

If language has spirits, let me forever remember this name, even after death, may it not be extinguished. Let me forever remember him.

If language had a spirit.

Do drowned spirits suffer as I do

Gazing despairingly at the shimmering waves on the water's surface, he reached out to grasp the distant moonlight that remained just beyond his reach.

But the body was being swallowed by darkness little by little, unwilling, desperately wanting to grasp at the straw that saved its life!

Suddenly, a cold finger touched my hand, and I grabbed it tightly!

Who is it

This finger was slender and thin, like it was holding a bone stripped of flesh and skin.

But this finger, with incredible strength, pulled me upwards, giving me a glimmer of hope.

I opened my eyes to see a pale face, blood-red lips contorted into a sinister smile: "My little empress~ I'm here to reclaim what is rightfully mine!"

Bai Wu Chang!

After he finished speaking, his form became transparent and gradually disappeared.

His fingers in my hand had turned into something hard, pressing painfully against my palm.

He pulled me halfway before suddenly vanishing, my body plummeted downwards. The icy water burned in my lungs, I struggled desperately, thrashing with my hands and feet.

A figure appeared out of nowhere, his raven hair cascading like silk in the rippling water. Behind him lay a sky of indigo and the hazy glow of the moon.

Heaven and moon.

Thoughts and contemplation.

A pair of long arms tightly clasped around my waist, squeezing my ribs painfully as they dragged me out of the water. I gasped and coughed up icy lake water.

A menacing and sinister ghost mask.

The familiar chest and arms.

I held him tightly around the neck, even though the mask dug into my cheek painfully.

"Qi Yun... Qi Yun..."

My teeth chattered, my tongue frozen in my mouth, and I blindly searched for his lips, his skin, as if possessed.

He let out a low chuckle, his voice still as clear and cold as ever.

“Mu Xia Qiao, kissing isn't like you, biting randomly.”e man medicine. Mu Wanchen pulled out a similar talisman from my bag, he slapped it onto the man's head and muttered a spell with incantations.The same spell, used by different people, has completely...