The Adventures of Red Parrots. Gabriele Propst

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       He stumbled and staggered, not knowing how long he had gone, and he didn't know where he had gone.

       He doesn't care wherever he goes.

       The night is more gloomy, the wind is colder, and the distance is high and low, and it is actually a grave.

       Suddenly, something flew up from the grave - it was a bird.

       A bird with a bell on its neck, the ringing is weird and strange, it seems to be the soul of the person.

       Wang Feng rushed over and wanted to catch it. This bird has already flown far away.

       The ringtone is also far away.

       There was another white-haired, dry, short white old man in the cemetery. His body was weak, as if he would always

       It was blown away by the wind, and it seems to be blown by the wind.

       In fact, Wang Feng did not see how he came from.

       The place where he appeared was a grave.

       His people are standing in the village.

       A brand new coffin with gold beads for funeral, but no dead.

       How did the dead stand up?

       Wang Feng is blinking.

       He wants to see if he is blind or not. Is it wrong?

       He did not read it wrong.

       There was indeed a white-haired old man standing in front of him.

       Wang Feng smiled.

       He was not afraid at all, but could not help but ask: "Are you a ghost?"

       The old man shook his head.

       Wang Fengdao: "Are you a living person?"

       The old man shook his head again.

       Wang Fengdao: "What are you?"

       The old man said: "I am a dead person."

       Wang Fengdao: "You are a dead man, but not a ghost?"

       The old man said: "I just died, have not become a ghost," Wang Fengdao: "You just died? How did you die?"

       The old man said: "Someone killed me."

       Wang Fengdao: "Who is harmful?"

       The old man said: "You."

       The grass on the grave had been yellow, and the wind ran up, sat down on the knees and stared at the old man.

       Though his eyes are very large, although he has been watching for a long time, he still does not see it clearly.

       The old man's face was as if there was a layer of fog. It is said that the person who just died, there will be a kind of dead face on his face, it seems like

       Fog.

       Wang Feng sighed and said: "It looks like you are really a dead person."

       The old man said: "It was."

       Wang Fengdao: "There is no other person here. It seems that I really killed you."

       The old man said: "It was."

       Wang Feng smiled bitterly: "It's just - how I killed you, even I don't know."

       The old man said: "Of course you don't know, there are many things you don't know."

       Wang Fengdao: "Can you tell me?"

       The old man said: "You know something, it is not good for you, because..."

       His face are more mysterious, and suddenly he closed his mouth and simply lie in the village.

       Wang Feng still refused to give up, but also jumped off the grave, sitting on the edge of the coffin, and asked: "Why?"

       The old man closed his eyes and closed his eyes.

       Wang Fengdao: "Well, if you don't say, I will sit here and not go."

       The old man sighed and sighed a few times and suddenly asked: "How old are you this year?"

       Wang Fengdao: "Twenty-seven."

       The old man said: "The 26-year-old can never know these things."

       Wang Fengdao: "Why?"

       The old man said: "Because what you want to know belongs to another world."

       Wang Fengdao: "Is there another world?"

       The old man said: "Yes!"

       Wang Fengdao: "What world?"

       The old man's face seems to be twisting. After a long time, he slowly said: "The ghost world of the demons."

       He is very real. In this bleak and sinister autumn night, in this ruined grass, I think it is more real.

       Wang Feng wanted to laugh, but the machine hit a cold.

       The old man said: "If you know their secrets, maybe you will not live long."

       He took the hand of Wang Feng.

       His hands are cold, his voice is very gentle, and he said: "But you are only twenty-six this year, you can live at least thirty or forty.

       Year. ”

       This time Wang Feng laughed out.

       The old man said: "Do you think I am lying?"

       Wang Fengdao: "I know that you are not lying, but you are wrong."

       The old man said: "What is wrong?"

       Wang Feng suddenly opened the placket, revealing a strong and strong chest, and there was a small black spot on his heart.

       He asked: "What do you think is this?"

       The old man said: "It's a sly."

       Wang Fengdao: "No."

       The old man said: "It's a little black spot."

       Wang Fengdao: "Not at all."

       The old man looked at him and waited for him to explain.

       Wang Fengdao: "This is a sign."

       The old man said: "What mark?"

       Wang Fengdao: "The mark of death." He himself explained: "Whoever has this mark, he said that his life is not him.

       Your own. ”

       The old man said: "How did this sign come?"

       Wang Fengdao: "It was made by a hidden weapon called 'Desperate King's Needle'."

       The old man said: "Will you want to kill the king?"

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