Chapter 4

The mourning stick man gradually walked to the front, from a remote and unrecognizable place, to a prosperous and bustling metropolis. There were people everywhere, and even in the dead of night, the lights were brightly on.

When the Crying Mourning Stick Man arrived at a crowded place, he lowered his head as if he was shy, but his neck was completely severed. If it was a living person, he couldn't be alive. If it was a dead person, this reaction was really unexpected. If it was a specially made thing to scare people, it was too flexible.

The abnormal crying mourner led the funeral team to the busiest and closest snack street.

People who heard the crying also became numb. First, their bodies stiffened as if they were pricked by something, and then they felt their skin itching, from a little itchy to very itchy. They could not bear the physical discomfort and frowned, only to find that their faces had become stiff and they could not move as they wished. They began to get scared.

At this time, they would want to scream, but their throats would gradually become stiff and they would be unable to make any loud sound. They were like rusty trumpets, realizing for the first time that they were mute. Some people felt pain, sobbing and shedding tears, and they began to cry.

Crying is useless, but tears are enough to let out their pain. They feel a little better and blink their eyes, only to find that their facial muscles have undergone new changes. They can't tell why, it's as if they have turned into plasticine and they can change their faces as they wish.

Many people therefore became interested in plastic surgery by themselves. However, when they tried to change the condition of their faces, their bodies had become completely stiff. The stiff bodies no longer belonged to them, but to the Crying Stick Man. The Crying Stick Man led them forward step by step, and they did not even realize that their bodies were no longer under their control.

The Crying Stick Man was happier than ever, jumping forward. Gradually, people could hear screams coming from their own heads and the laughter of children that came out of nowhere.

They didn't see the child at all.

As they were wondering about this, they suddenly looked in the same direction uncontrollably, as if the Crying Stick Man already knew what they wanted to see and pointed it out to them.

It was a small mound of earth, and it looked no different from any other mound of earth. However, as they looked, the mound gradually bulged upward, as if a pregnant woman was giving birth. They saw with their own eyes that the soil cracked, and inside, a pair of pale woman's hands held up a tiny baby. The baby was still crying, but the purple face looked at them.

This can't be a living baby!

The hands turned in a circle politely, like a flower blooming, and then silently retracted into the soil and disappeared.

I don't know why, but this scene is a little funny.

They were able to control their gazes again. They tried hard to move their eyeballs to look at the people around them. Seeing that each other had the same expression of fear and confusion, they suddenly felt happy and thought to themselves, it turns out that I am not the only one who finds this situation very strange and ridiculous.

They gradually became happy.

Although they didn't know why they were so happy in this situation, they were very happy, and happier and happier. Smiles broke out on their faces and their eyes revealed gentle, kind and fondness, as if they could see a baby walk up to them at any time.

They began to fear again, thinking, this is not right!

No matter how much you love children, this is not the time!

But they cannot control their own bodies. At most, they can know what they are thinking, but that's all.

The scene became even more ridiculous.

But this kind of funny thing emanated from each of their bodies, making them want to vomit and tremble from the bottom of their hearts. Their faces still retained the smiles they had before, but the smiles and happiness were no longer so pure.

They knew, and the Crying Miserable Stick Man knew too, that the Crying Miserable Stick Man was a little dissatisfied. He turned around and wanted to look at someone. He had no purpose, so he randomly picked out a young and strong man and waved to the man. The man walked to the side of the Crying Miserable Stick Man by himself. The man was very frightened and shook his head hard in his mind, but it was useless.

The man knew that the crying stick man understood his rejection, but the man also knew that the crying stick man would not let him go, and he was desperate.

The Crying Stick Man was like a cat playing with a mouse. For a moment, it let go of the man. The man was overjoyed and turned around to run away, but he tripped accidentally. He immediately burst into tears. The Crying Stick Man squatted down and comforted him like a child. His posture and movements were exactly like what the aunt had done to it before.

But the man felt only fear, his skin was frozen by the cold, his face turned blue, he was trembling with fear, helpless, his breathing was intermittent, like a cookie that crumbled when it was cut apart.

He felt as if his whole body was immersed in a cup of coffee.

He was a little breathless.

The Weeping Stick Man let him go.

He lay on the ground, like a fish thrown on the shore, or like a frozen baguette.

He was between life and death, and he took his last breath.

The crying stick man turned around, covered his face and burst into tears. White paper money began to float down from the sky, followed by light brown straw paper burning with flames. Perhaps it was too perfunctory, and thunder struck in the sky. Countless people thought in their hearts, strike it to death!

But this thunder fell and burned many people into charcoal.

They lay on the ground, a pile of bones.

The crying stick man cried even louder. He walked while crying. He stopped scattering paper money and cried so hard that he almost fell to the ground.

The team stagnated for a while.

The ashes of the dead were collected, and the crowd held the ashes and stood behind the Weeping Stick Man. The Weeping Stick Man walked forward, and they followed behind him, staring stiffly at the black ashes in their hands with distorted expressions, and it was hard to tell whether they wanted to cry or laugh. Tears flowed from their eyes and fell into the ashes bit by bit. The dead jumped out of the ashes and turned into the appearance of the Weeping Stick Man.

Walking on the road, the mourners gradually returned to their pre-death appearances. However, these people at this time, except for their appearance, were no longer the same as before death.

The role-playing level increases, unlocking the third ability.

[Resurrection: The cry moved heaven and earth, and the dead were resurrected

Be careful, the living dead are still dead.

The unlocking ability is sufficient to start the second stage.

The crying of the mourners suddenly stopped, and a burst of eerie laughter came out from the bloody throats of the mourners whose heads were cut off.

A huge wreath fell from the sky, as if someone had lost control of himself because of anger and threw something from a high altitude.

In fact, there was no suitable place around them to throw such a large amount of garbage.

This is an empty place.

The ground was full of graves. The dead were sleeping in peace underground, the living were quarreling above, and the wailing animals had fled.

The Weeping Stick Man disappeared.

This matter seems to have come to an end.

But the live broadcast was not interrupted immediately.

The audience who realized what was going on were using bullet screens to communicate with each other.

[Assuming there is nothing wrong with our eyes, what we saw is real and we need to call the police]

[Thank you, I have called the police. The police will definitely handle this matter. The murderer should not try to escape.]

[I’m afraid this is not a human being. Is it possible? If you want to use the law, first of all, that is a human being. Secondly, when the police handle this matter, the person on the other side will not necessarily become a murderer, because if you strangle someone with a rope, you cannot say that the rope killed the person and you did not commit a crime. Or, if a person kills another person when he commits suicide, you cannot judge the dead.]

[This is indeed a question, but is it time for us to discuss such unresolved issues? Are you not afraid of death? ]

[I am already scared to death, but as long as I am not dead, I still have to get up and go to class the next day, right? There is no use in being scared. Everyone knows that.]

[We should unite! We should not let others laugh at us in times like this. We are united to begin with.]

[Bullshit, whoever believes it is a fool, I will laugh at him for the rest of his life]

[Fuck it, if you don’t believe me, get out of here and shut up. Who wants to see you stink?]

[You are crazy. When someone says something about the earth, you answer with "the sky". You are just swearing. Who is nobler than who? You are used to your bad habits.]

[Let me ask again, is this really not a special effect? ​​I accepted being dragged into this, but now you tell me that this is a major event where many people died, I can’t bear it]

[Save me, save me, someone save me, I am so scared, I want to jump off the building, I want to die, after I die, they can’t kill me anymore]

[Forget it, how can you be so sure that your grave won't be dug up and whipped after you die? If you say that corpses have no feelings, then let me ask you, if they can turn you into a half-human, half-ghost look like them, can you live with it? You don't think that death will definitely be better than now, right? That's a trick that only children believe.]

【So what should we do? 】

[I don’t know. You can go crazy, yell, collapse, and light a fire. Maybe you can call that thing out and ask it.]

[If you can't speak, just shut up. How did you come up with such rubbish questions and rubbish answers? ]

The live stream suddenly shut down.

Looking at the black screen of his phone, the person who posted the barrage was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the incident had already happened and was over. He couldn't explain what he felt in his heart. He looked at the mirror, crying and laughing. The people around him didn't see the live broadcast, they just thought he was weird, and they walked around him carefully.