The years when I was not the protagonist

Chapter 450 At Your Service

deep in the mountains.

December is a good season for firewood, and the snakes and ants in the mountains are hibernating.

After a woodcutter made two large bundles of firewood, seeing that it was still early, he went further into the mountains in order to have firewood for the next spring.

The only difference is that the mountain was suddenly covered with a black mist, and people walking in it didn't notice it, as if they didn't see it.

Not long after, the woodcutter came to a small stream with gurgling water and a raised stone platform beside it.

The woodcutter would usually scoop water on the stone platform to drink when he was thirsty, but what was strange was that there were actually two people with their heads bowed sitting on the stone platform this time.

There is a chessboard between the two of them, the chess pieces are scattered and orderly, and it is indistinguishable that they are killing each other.

The woodcutter suddenly felt moved. He had heard a story since he was a child.

A woodcutter went into the mountain and met a fairy playing chess. After the chess game was over and returned, it had been a thousand years in the human world.

The chess player seemed to have an extraordinary bearing, the woodcutter suppressed the excitement in his heart, and walked forward quickly.

He was fascinated by just one glance, he saw that he was rich and prosperous, with wives and concubines in groups.

The chess player suddenly raised his head, and it turned out to be a faceless skull.

"Look~understand~do you~" a gloomy and hoarse voice sounded like a bone stuck in his throat.

The woodcutter screamed in terror, and fell into the stream with a splash.

"Ghost, ghost, ghost~" the woodcutter yelled in horror, trying to run away.

But the skeleton waved his hand, and a burst of black air restrained the woodcutter.

As if there was a suction force, the woodcutter gradually became smaller and turned into a sunspot on the chessboard.

……

On the desolate official road, a scholar shrank his body wrapped in a jacket, and the winter wind in December was bitingly cold.

He came out of a small mountain village and was about to go to school, but for some reason, today's official road was extremely deserted.

Step~step~

There seemed to be footsteps coming from behind, and the scholar looked back suspiciously, but there was nothing but tree branches swaying in the wind.

"It's really strange, did you hear it wrong?" The scholar muttered something in his mouth, and continued on his way indifferently.

However, footsteps sounded behind him again, and it could be felt getting closer.

Tread ~ Tread ~

The scholar's hair was standing on end, goose bumps all over his body, and when he looked back, there was still no one there.

But this time he saw a few footprints on the ground, about the same size as him, but he clearly remembered that he hadn't stepped on that muddy surface just now.

The scholar had a bad premonition in his heart, turned around and ran faster.

Tread, step, step...

The footsteps behind him followed closely, and the scholar broke out in a cold sweat, and couldn't help but look back.

This look immediately made him shudder, and he saw a monster grinning from the corner of its mouth to the heel of its teeth, sticking to his neck.

"Ah~ help..."

The scholar yelled in fear.

Then, there was a chewing sound.

Not long after, the scholar stepped on the road energetically again, and the footsteps no longer appeared, as if everything before was an illusion.

……

It was getting dark.

A peddler who was doing small business was walking on the night road, he sighed, "Why haven't we arrived at the next village? I knew I would have stopped in the previous village."

This place with no front to the village and no shop behind made the shopkeeper very irritable. If he didn't find a place to live at night, he would probably be snatched away by evil wolves.

Suddenly, he saw a ruined temple in front of him, and a bonfire came out of it.

The salesman seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and ran forward quickly carrying his things.

"Bang bang bang~"

The peddler knocked on the broken door with only half of the door left and asked, "Brother, I'm a peddler, so I wonder if it would be convenient for me to spend the night here."

This is a rule outside, no matter the ruined temple or wild house, someone inside must inform.

Because, you don't know whether the person living in it is a human or a ghost.

"Come in, I have just arrived, you don't have to be polite, although this temple is broken, it is not a problem to keep out the wind and rain."

A hoarse voice came from inside, and the salesman came in cautiously to have a look.

The man by the bonfire turned his back to him, couldn't see his face, and was munching on something.

It should be dinner, the shopkeeper thought so, and his stomach growled, but he left today in a hurry and didn't bring any food with him.

Seeing that the man was eating with gusto, the salesman swallowed and asked embarrassingly: "Brother, can you give me some of what you eat? I can exchange it for you."

The man by the campfire paused for a moment, his hands were hard, as if he was tearing something.

"Here, here you are." Half a roasted golden chicken was thrown into the hands of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper thanked him, and immediately started to eat, but the roast chicken tasted a bit wrong, a bit like chewing wax, and the shopkeeper didn't take it seriously, thinking it was because it had been left for a long time.

It's just that the shopkeeper didn't notice that the man beside the bonfire had no shadow.

After eating the roast chicken, the salesman was about to sleep when his stomach started to roll.

Seeing the darkness outside the temple, the man was already asleep, and the shopkeeper dared not go out alone.

He sneaked behind the dilapidated statue, untied his belt and blew out.

But then, the shopkeeper found out in embarrassment that he didn't bring any paper, and there wasn't even a single brick around.

When the salesman was feeling worried, a dark wind suddenly blew behind his head, and he stretched out two pale hands.

"Do you want ~ paper?"

"Do you want red paper~ or white paper?"

The shopkeeper was trembling and didn't dare to move. He wanted to get up straight away, but his body was crushed by a thousand pounds of force and he couldn't move.

"I, I don't want paper anymore." The salesman cried.

The gloomy voice sounded behind his ears again, "No, you want it.

Red paper dies in seven days, white paper dies in three days, which one do you want? "

"I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it~" the shopkeeper yelled in horror.

"Since you don't want it, then die now." The god statue in the ruined temple suddenly moved, showing a hideous appearance, and swallowed the salesman in one gulp, leaving only a campfire and the man beside the campfire.

……

Zhang Yuanwai from Kaiwu County died suddenly at home ten days ago.

The thirteen wives of the Zhang family did not let anyone else, and blatantly robbed the family property in the first few days.

While these girls were desperately scrambling for things, Zhang Yuanwai's coffin could no longer be held down.

dong~dong~

The coffin boards that had covered the coffin in the hall suddenly flew up.

Zhang Yuanwai sat up with corpse spots on his face, staring straight at the women.

……

Such weird and evil things suddenly happened one after another in the area shrouded in black mist in the land of the beginning, as if the sky was about to change.

Somewhere in the black mist, a mechanical sound like electronic synthesis suddenly sounded.

"Ding ~ Ghost Domain has been constructed."

"The strongest underworld system is online."

"Looking for a host."

"Ding~ The host has been found and is being bound. The strongest underworld system is at your service."