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Walking further south on the sled street, the already sparse light disappeared completely in a short while, only the lantern in Wang Ning's hand was still on.

After a while, after passing through the uninhabited snowfield of about two kilometers in radius, Wang Ning came to the cemetery. To be precise, it was an old cemetery. After the people in the town became prosperous and prosperous, they built new big houses in a better place and opened new hotels. Even the residence after death was replaced by new ones. The newly developed cemetery has several gravekeepers taking turns to work to ensure that no beasts will disturb the souls of the dead. There are also special cleaners who come to sweep the cemetery every day. As expected, the charges for the new cemetery are much higher. A cemetery has at least several silver coins, and a good location requires several gold coins.

, far exceeding Wang Ning's ability to bear it. Fortunately, the old cemetery was not completely abolished. The death row prisoners who were executed by the government and the homeless people who died suddenly on the street spent more than a dozen copper coins to buy a coffin, and found a piece of open space in the old cemetery and buried it. The same is true for families who were short of income and could not afford to buy the new cemetery. However, those death row prisoners and homeless people who were buried casually in different months would at least find a stonemason to erect a monument for their lost relatives, so that later generations could have a place to pay tribute. Of course, don't think about the gravekeepers and cleaners. The government has no extra funds to pay them.

Wang Ning held a dim horse lantern and kept walking through the gloomy cemetery. Finally, he stopped next to a small stone tablet. Below the stone tablet is Old Barnes who is sleeping forever. There are three rows of words on the stone tablet. The first row says Michael Barnes, and the second row says Mike Barnes' Sixth Century-Sixth Century-79th Century. The third row is an epitaph, which says: Barnes, the optimistic and cheerful hotel owner, is sleeping here. This hotel will not catch fire or charge, but you may not want to stay in because it is a single room. Wang Ning looked at this sentence and smiled. This epitaph was set by Barnes himself several years before his death. After Barnes died, Wang Ning obeyed his words and asked the stonemason to carve this sentence on the tombstone.

The snow next to the stone tablet is very flat, and branches without weeds pop out from the snow. Wang Ning often comes here to repair it. There is a bunch of withered flowers in front of the monument, covered with some snowflakes. This bunch of flowers is the autumn chrysanthemums that Wang Ning picked on the grass on the hillside in autumn.

Wang Ning picked up the flowers, used them to clean the snow in front of the tombstone, then put down the lantern, and sat down himself.

Wang Ning unscrewed the bottle cap and filled the cup with wine. Then he respectfully put the cup full of wine on the stone plate. Then he took another sip and said, "Old man, I am sixteen today."

"I drank the basic potion today, but I didn't awaken my bloodline power. I'm sorry, I disappointed you."

"After you left, I worked in my spare time to support myself. I listened to you. You said that learning can change your destiny. I persevered. I only ate five points for each meal and collected all the tuition fees. I will graduate next week."

"But I think my fate has not been changed. What really changed my fate is to abandon my parents and burn the hotel fire, and there is no basic potion. Of course, you, the old man who has left me alone, can't wake up."

“My destiny has never been in my hands.”

As he was talking, the fire in the lantern was extinguished. According to Wang Ning's usual way of using it, the lamp oil could be used for two days, but today the lamp was lit for a very long time, which finally dried up the lamp oil that was not much.

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As he was talking, Wang Ning finished drinking a small bottle of wine that was not much. Wang Ning was also a little drowsy at this time. This was his first time drinking.

He poured the wine bottle and found that no drop of wine flowed out of it. Wang Ning smiled and said to the tombstone: "Oh, old man, I'm almost done and I've finished drinking it. Come on, it's your turn."

After saying that, Wang Ning picked up the wine glass and poured the wine inside onto the snow in front of the stone tablet.

While pouring down, Wang Ning murmured: "I won't admit defeat! I will try my best to save money to buy primary potions, and the future will be better!"

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Carefully guarding the glass and wine bottle, Wang Ning stood up staggeringly with the horse lantern.

The snow fell down with the cold winter wind again. The cold snowflakes fell on Wang Ning's face and instantly melted into snow water. When the cold wind blew, the cold cold made Wang Ning, who was already a little drunk, wake up a lot. He must go back soon. After all, there are many drunk people who die of ice and snow every year because they are drunk every year. He doesn't want to be the next corpse that is hard to freeze out of the snow by someone else.

But the road is not easy to walk. Old snow boots with long-skinned bottoms always slip slightly when stepped on the path covered with thin snowflakes. The lantern has no lamp oil, so it is impossible to see the road conditions under your feet. In this way, Wang Ning walked slowly in the cemetery with deep and shallow feet.

I've been very inflated recently. I'm so late and I dare to come to the cemetery. Wang Ning shrank his neck while walking.

Next to the muddy and slippery path, stone tablets were scattered around in a mess, and not every stone tablet was cleaned and tidy like Old Barnes' cemetery, and messy stones were everywhere.

The most terrifying monster is the imagination of uncontrollable people. This sentence is a famous saying by a terrifying literary master. Walking on the gloomy path, Wang Ning suddenly remembered this sentence for some reason. Now it was a bad thing. After thinking of this sentence, the cemetery in front of him was completely different from the ones that Wang Ning saw when he held the lantern and was full of grief when he came in. Now Wang Ning always felt that there were some strange things under the tombstones and stones on the roadside, and were approaching him little by little.

Is there a ghost? Or am I thinking too much? Yes, it must be because I was drunk and thinking too much. While comforting myself, Wang Ning was still scared and his heart trembled. At the same time, his steps under his feet became faster and faster. As he walked, he turned into a trot.

Wang Ning's inexplicable fear was getting stronger and stronger. He seemed to be able to see a skeleton's hand under the tombstone trying hard to emerge from the soil.

Then, the trot turned into a fast running, but today God seemed to be deliberately against Wang Ning, giving him an unhappy adult day. Just when Wang Ning had already vaguely seen the disrepaired iron gate in the cemetery, he stepped on a slippery stone. If it were normal, he would definitely avoid this stone. Even if he didn't, he could quickly control the balance of his body. But tonight, he was wearing flat snow boots, carrying a lightless lantern, and drank the first time he drank wine. He ran quickly because he scared himself, so he fell down. What's worse, his head just hit a stone tablet on the side of the road.

After falling to the ground, Wang Ning vaguely saw the epitaph written on the stone tablet:

"Johnarson committed suicide when he was 16 because he did not unlock his bloodline talent."

"Damn it! Brother, are you going to pull me, a guy who is sympathetic, down with me? I don't want to." Then Wang Ning's eyes darkened and he fainted.

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Jon Lucas ran quickly in the snow with his leather bag. His hat had long disappeared, his golden hair was stuck together by sweat, and the buttons on the well-made tuxedo had broken open. The originally shiny leather shoes were covered with yellow soil, leaving a long string of footprints on the snow behind him as he ran.

But Jon could not stop and clear these footprints to cover up his traces of departure. He could feel that the guy who was chasing him behind him had at least level 4 agility blood power. That guy is only less than five hundred meters away from him now. As long as he is a little slower, he will be caught up immediately. Moreover, the guy behind him seems to have some special reconnaissance methods. Even if he erases the footprints, the guy can still find him.

And even at the current speed, it will be a matter of time before they are caught up. After all, half an hour ago, there were still 1,000 meters away.

I have to think of a way. At the current speed, he will definitely be caught up by the people behind him before entering the town. Jon moved quickly while shooting at the surrounding environment. He needed an ambush on a favorable terrain to have a glimmer of hope.

With the help of secondary visual enhancement, Jon vaguely saw an iron gate three hundred meters away in the front right. The dilapidated sign on the iron gate seemed to have the words "Borang Village Cemetery". Jon immediately adjusted his direction and ran towards the iron gate. The tall and low tombstones could provide some cover, which was much better than the flat snow.

With the support of the combat-level three-level agility talent, Jon crossed the distance of 300 meters in just over a dozen seconds, flashed into the cemetery.

More than ten seconds later, a middle-aged man with a thin and gloomy face in a black cloak appeared at the iron gate.

His nose moved, and the unique rotten smell in the cemetery suddenly penetrated into his hooked nose. His gray eyebrows frowned with his eyebrows, but what made him feel happy was that he still distinguished the smell he wanted, the smell of prey from the rich rotten smell.

Traces can be faked, but they may not be true when they see them. At that time, many people would ignore the unique smell on their bodies. This is why he upgraded the perceptual odor reconnaissance to level 2. With this ability of blood, he has successfully captured a lot of prey.
Chapter completed!