Zombie Contract: Fang Nan's Engagement Contract with the Thousand-Year-Old Corpse King

When I was five years old, I followed my grandfather to visit the grave during the Qingming Festival and sneaked out to play with the fat boy next door. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the surrounding graves and mountains have turned into dense forests. The fat boy's face turned pale with fright. I dragged him and ran down the mountain. My knees were bleeding and I didn't dare to stop. This road, the more I run, the worse it gets.