Chapter 273 Hasty Burial
The yellow mud road in front is gray, and the gloomy woods on both sides are affected. It is like haze, and the darkness like thick fog is squeezed onto the yellow mud road, causing it to be close to the gray The yellow mud road ahead was even darker.
The supernatural is disturbing the surrounding environment.
"Yang Jian, there is a situation."
Yang Xiaohua held two flashlights. The light emitted from them could not illuminate the surroundings, but could only illuminate a distance of one or two meters in front.
Zhou Deng stared at the gray road ahead, looking a little distressed, as if there was something he couldn't remember.
However, someone helped him think of it.
"It's over. This is a large-scale incident that happened abroad a while ago, an S-class supernatural incident, and a murder in an art museum." A young ghost controller following the coffin shouted, "That's it. The gray ghosts are unmistakable.”
S-level supernatural incidents are very rare, and there are not enough of them in the world. Moreover, the most basic condition for an S-class supernatural event is to cause harm to the entire city in the shortest possible time.
Such a huge supernatural scope will have a great impact on the surrounding area and cannot be concealed from outsiders. Therefore, in terms of intelligence data sharing, it will have more authority than some inconspicuous C-level and B-level supernatural events. More open.
This young ghost master got the information from the ghost master website.
Zhou Deng paused and took out the human skin mask without saying a word, ready to put it on at any time.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "Don't pay attention to these details, let's continue moving forward."
"You can't walk, there is an S-level supernatural incident ahead, and I don't want to accompany you to die. " Zhou Deng gritted his teeth and said, pretending to put down the coffin in his hand.
Liu Qingqing stepped forward quickly, reached out to catch the coffin, and glared: "Who puts the coffin down during the funeral! Do you want to kill everyone by doing this?"
After taking over, the red coffin was surprisingly light, even she could lift it easily.
A ghost controller said innocently: "Like Zhou Deng, I won't leave either. Who knows if I can get out if I get stuck."
Yang Jian frowned, but he didn't expect the ghost The influence of the painting can scare these people to the point of stopping them from moving forward.
Although the murder in the foreign art museum was rated as an S-level supernatural incident, the first time I heard about this ghost was after Liang Xingyang imprisoned the ghost painting. He didn't know much about the horror of the ghost painting,
Liu Qingqing snorted coldly: "You don't need to follow us in the first place. This is the task of our messenger. If you want to leave, then get out of here."
Eagle frowned and said nothing.
He said: "What is the ability of this fierce ghost?"
"I don't know much, after all, it is impossible for foreign countries to share all the information. To put it simply, it is a ghost from When the painting comes out, everyone who has seen the painting will be attacked. In order to solve this incident, a top team of ghost controllers has been damaged. We, the three melons and two dates, are really not enough. "The ghost controller came out. The voice explained.
The eagle said: "Then if we cover our eyes, we won't be attacked."
"If we cover our eyes, we can't even see the road clearly, and it will be even harder to escape from the ghosts." Then. The ghost controller seemed to be looking at a fool, but the eagle was just an ordinary person, so he didn't laugh at him.
The eagle looked embarrassed. He didn't mind being laughed at, but being unable to solve the problem would delay their mission of delivering messages.
No matter how dangerous the road ahead is, they must bury the coffin.
Leaving it alone will revive the corpse of the old man in the coffin, which will mean that they give up sending the message.
Wang Feng said conspiratorially from the side: "Don't say any sarcastic words. If you could get out of this ghost forest, you would have run away. You don't want to go to the funeral with us. If we fail, wait. The corpse of the old man in the old house in the coffin came out, you They all have to be buried with us."
Daqiang glanced sideways at Wang Feng, frowned, then turned back and said in a sincere tone: "Wang Feng's words are true. If everyone doesn't work together, nothing will happen. Hope to live.”
One more person brings more strength, not to mention that with eight ghost masters here and Yang Jian taking the lead, a dozen people are definitely no worse than a top ghost master team.
The faces of the seven ghost masters suddenly turned extremely ugly.
From the moment the bus stalled, there was actually no choice but to follow these messengers all the way to darkness.
This was also planned in advance.
If no one intervenes to interfere with prediction, everything will follow a fixed trajectory in some calculations, and they will be used as pawns in a daze.
"Go on!"
Yang Jian still didn't explain, holding the coffin with one hand, Liu Qingqing supported the coffin from behind, and took the lead to continue walking forward.
Zhou Deng put on the human skin mask and followed the team without saying a word, as if he was not the one who refused to carry the coffin before.
Identity changed, he is now a ghost.
With this layer of insurance, he has the capital to try it out.
The seven ghost masters even dared to board the supernatural bus in order to survive. Although the two sides had some differences, they did not take Liu Qingqing's words to heart and hurriedly followed.
Going deeper and deeper, something strange appeared in the surrounding woods.
There was no wind, but the trees were swaying, as if someone was deliberately shaking the tree trunks. The frequency was very regular, one after another.
This supernatural phenomenon seems to be sending the old man his last journey.
"Should we speed up, otherwise I'm afraid something will escape from inside." Liu Qingqing said suddenly.
Yang Jian refused: "No need, nothing will happen on the road. As long as the burial is not delayed, there will be no abnormalities in this ghost forest."
Liu Qingqing said confused: "Where did Liang Xingyang go? This is him Tell you? How much do you know about my situation?"
Yang Jian did not answer.
"I just want to live, why should I be manipulated by others. Yang Jian, I am really unwilling." Liu Qingqing gritted her teeth and said resentfully.
Yang Jian reminded: "You told me on the fourth floor of the post office that you were once corroded by evil spirits, and in the end you only had one layer of skin left. You survived after putting on a cheongsam. Some debts, It’s not that I don’t need to pay it back, it’s just that the time has not come yet.”
After hearing this, Liu Qingqing's eyes became even more resentful: "Why do you have the opportunity to become a ghost controller? This red cheongsam is also a powerful ghost. I am also a ghost controller, but I have to be manipulated like a puppet. "
Yang Jian didn't speak anymore. Liu Qingqing couldn't listen to what he said. Maybe anyone in her situation couldn't listen to other people's comfort.
Through the darkness in the ghost forest, everyone walked along the yellow mud road into the gray area.
"Huh?"
Yang Jian looked suspicious. As soon as he walked into the ghost painting, the nine ghost eyes swimming in his body immediately fell into a deep sleep.
at the same time.
Yang Xiaohua held two flashlights to illuminate the way forward, but the light unexpectedly hit a pair of blurry embroidered shoes. The hand holding the flashlight trembled, and she moved it slightly upward. It was a pair of embroidered shoes. A blurry red dress, the most eye-catching thing is the hands placed in front of her. These hands are white and real, as if they are emitting a slight white light.
She turned on the light as if resigned to her fate, illuminating the woman's face, revealing a perfect, almost unreal face.
This is He Yuelian’s face.
Based on the stolen memory of Zhang Xianguang, Liang Xingyang perfectly shaped it with the supernatural power of the wishing ghost.
The woman in the ghost painting originally had blurred facial features, but the ghost's supernatural power shaped the ghost bride's face during her lifetime.
He Yuelian's face was drawn by Zhang Xianguang based on the ghost bride's face, so it is exactly the same.
Just when everyone was horrified.
“Bang.”
Yang Jian was stunned when a tapping sound suddenly came from his ears.
There was a strange noise from the red coffin, as if someone was trapped inside and was trying to escape.
"Liu Qingqing, this ghost will definitely not attack us. Speed up and bury the coffin as soon as possible." Yang Jian's expression changed.
Liu Qingqing's face was a little confused, as if she was sleepwalking. There was a numbness and hollowness in her eyes, and she sighed: "Yuelian, you are still perfect. This is the last time we meet in this life."
A long sigh.
The tone of speaking was as if Zhang Youhong was personally present.
A strange color flashed in Liang Xingyang's eyes, but he didn't respond and stood quietly on the side of the road without moving.
If Zhang Youhong can be deceived, there should be no problem in deceiving the corpse in the coffin.
The photo in the photo frame on the wall of Room 301 is what Zhang Dong looked like when he was young. He was handsome and young, full of mystery, like a noble prince.
The old man in the ancient house is the old Zhang Dong.
Two people with perfect looks? You have to think about it.
other side.
Yang Jian's face was solemn, but he didn't expect Liu Qingqing to act strange at this time.
"Bang, bang, bang."
The abnormal noises in the coffin are getting louder and louder, and the frequency is getting higher and higher. At this moment, it seems that he does not want to be buried, and wants to come out to see his old friend.
The woman in the ghost painting appeared in the funeral procession, causing a huge change in the coffin. The corpse had woken up, but was suppressed by the coffin, otherwise it would have revived long ago.
Yang Jian no longer stayed, no longer intended to wake up Liu Qingqing, and held the coffin with one hand. In order to prevent the corpse from continuing to resuscitate, he ran straight past the woman in the ghost painting and ran forward quickly.
Yingying, Daqiang, Wang Feng, Yang Xiaohua lowered their heads, their hands and feet became weak, but they still followed Yang Jian and rushed forward with their heads covered.
Everyone knows that as long as Li Gui's killing pattern is not triggered, it is safe.
Yang Jian was not attacked by a ghost. As long as they learn to do this, they still have a chance of avoiding danger.
Zhou Deng and the seven ghost masters also charged with their heads covered. No one dared to stop, and no one wanted to deal with this fierce ghost.
Liu Qingqing's behavior just now seemed like an illusion. After regaining her energy, she ran away with everyone.
A look of helplessness appeared on Liang Xingyang's face. It was obvious that this image scared everyone except Yang Jian, but he would never open his mouth to explain.
He followed.
However, the way he moved was rather strange, his body basically didn’t move much, as if the camera kept zooming in, following the funeral procession from a distance.
The group of people covered their heads and ran wildly, and soon came to the end of the yellow mud road, an open space in the middle of the ghost forest.
Five old and new tombs contain many stories.
However, only when the old story ends can a new one begin.
Yang Jian put down the red coffin, came to the fifth tomb, picked up the iron catalpa prepared by someone in advance, and started digging on the spot.
The ghost's strength was very strong, and he dug up the tombstone buried in the ground in twos and twos. It was only then that the messengers and ghost masters who were a step behind came in a hurry.
The red coffin was shaking violently.
Yang Jian frowned and threw away the iron catalpa. The dark shadow under his feet directly covered a piece of soil and moved to the side. The ghost shadow was very efficient. It took less than a minute to dig a big hole.
Zhou Deng also came to help and lifted the violently shaking red coffin directly into the pit.
He was buried in a hurry, filled with soil, and put up a tombstone.
After all this is done, the funeral is concluded successfully.
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