In front of the tombstone, a blurry white shadow! Its stiff body clung to the tombstone, as if it was blending into the tombstone.
The lightning flashed away, followed by a sound of thunder, which brought the stunned Zhenshan Huan back to reality. Zhenshan Huan was convinced that it was not an illusion.
"Master!" Zhenshan Huan shouted to the figure in front of him, and at the same time, he stretched out his hand and subconsciously grabbed Grandpa's raincoat.
The old town leader also stopped, not because he was frightened by the thunder and lightning, but because he felt something strange about his grandson behind him. He turned around suddenly, too fast for an old man. Another flash of lightning flashed, and Zhenshan Huan saw his grandfather's face. In the dark folds, his grandfather showed a coldness that he had never seen before. He was so cold that he was even a little ferocious. His eyes were like knives, staring closely at Zhenshan Huan's face.
"Huanzi!" The old town leader said seriously in a cold voice that he had never heard before:
"Look at the road, don't look around. Don't talk blindly when you see something that dazzles your eyes."
