a

king. It seemed that it was about to fall. A few seconds later, the shaking stopped.

the corridor, wit

in front of the door a

the ground, the heat of summer was released by the cool breeze fr

but Ryan was drive

ble for him to stay for lunch. As for Ryan's request, of course, it was also rejected. They said that the rain had leaked a

s a

definit

d this to ven

egret even though he di

uth hindered someone. The mastermind behind the scenes wanted to expel the youth from Lancetonton. I

not end jus

he mastermind behind the scene

nz

id his cousin pla

t was used by someone, o

dn't

iled an

.

was on a

green trees all over the mountain, with the roads circling up and down

ding the edge of his hat. He looked up

ntain ridge. However, Ryan could not feel the slightest warmth. In the place that was not covered by the green trees, the densely pa

as a c

s on Earth often sh

f the natives of this world, the

ingdom in the Star Sea, there were many horrible legends related to ghosts. M

emetery must be

e evil energy and suppress the dark souls. Only then would

Otherwise, his mother's bones would be invited out of the cemetery. In that case, his mother's soul would not be at peace.

or the similar statement,

money, he could not

in the mountain

the cemetery with

lt a

escribable feeling, like the surface of the skin was pasted wi

nes, stacked on top of

and soon arrived in

sion became more and more vague. He could not even remember his mother's appearance. How

mth that the youth fe

one. He removed the dust and dirt on the tombstone. Finally, the dark g

da

son, slumb

h his hand, Ryan felt a burst

memories kept sc

ard to forget and co

nly feel i

period of time, h

st fille

ered by thick white mist. Ryan could only see the tombstone in front of him. I

as goi

im of the night

came true, it w

w.

the sky suddenly descended

ty? Or was i

way to dis

eathing. He stood at shoulder-length and placed his hands on his lower abd

yste

a voice in

ing, like waves com

hen, it grew slightly larger, like a spring silkworm gnawing on mulberry leaves. Later, it

screaming

-piercing, as if it were go

nly opened

ry close, as if it had stuck to him through the mirror.

an ol

wrinkled and her green eyes were like that of a cat. However, they weren't clear

d awe-i

was beatin

he entire face. It was like a blooming trumpet flower, and was bigger than the entire face. Her s

be scared out of

usi

same as reality, when you treated t

d also

on his face was incomparably real, his mind still did not distract in the slightest. His

Lamp was

th golden y

, a book slo

half, and it was no

A

pierce one's eardr