Chapter 64 Meeting
"Wen Zhong!" Yan Duo couldn't help shouting.
The sound of the ringing bells reawakened Yan Duo's vague consciousness. Looking at this strange funeral procession, Yan Duo couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.
At the front of the team stood a man in mourning clothes. He held a spiritual tablet in his hand. His face had no facial features and his body leaned slightly forward in the direction of the scarlet old grave, as if he was paying tribute.
It is followed by two people who are also wearing mourning clothes. The difference is that they each hold a gong in their hands. They are not ringing at this time, but are lying flat in front of the body. The body is the same. He leaned slightly forward towards the scarlet old grave, as if he was paying tribute.
Looking back, there was a huge cyan coffin, held on the shoulders by six figures in black clothes whose faces were unclear. The coffin was covered with black soil, and a rotten smell overflowed from the coffin. .
There are four figures standing behind the coffin. One of them is also wearing mourning clothes. His appearance cannot be seen clearly. He is holding a soul-calling flag in his hand. At this time, he is still shaking stiffly and making piercing bells. Voice.
Beside it, there were two men and one woman standing. Their attire was incompatible with the funeral procession. One of them was Wen Zhong, who was separated from him in this ghost forest.
Wen Zhong's eyes were clear at this time, and he was looking at Yan Duo in surprise, with some doubts and helplessness in his eyes. He also did not expect to meet Yan Duo here.
The Crooked Neck Old Tree did not continue to peel off Yan Duo's ghost shirt at this moment. The same strange funeral procession also stayed in place without making any further movements. They seemed to have fallen into a short stagnation.
"The two started to stalemate, what does this mean?" The cold sweat on Yan Duo's forehead began to break out again.
This situation can only mean one thing. This group of funeral ghosts and this ghost forest are the same level of powerful ghosts. Even if there is a gap between the two, the gap will probably not be very big.
"Wen Zhong was killed in the hands of such a powerful ghost. It is indeed not unjust." Yan Duo smiled bitterly, and so was he himself. If this weird funeral procession hadn't interfered, I'm afraid he would have been killed. Now it has become the nourishment for this crooked old tree.
Now his body is still tightly bound by the black vines, the ghost shirt hangs down weakly, and only the left arm is still wrapped around his body.
At this moment, Yan Duo suddenly discovered something, emitting a faint light, which was the lucky silver coin he put in his shirt pocket.
The moment he saw the silver coin, Yan Duo suddenly had a crazy idea. What would happen if a new evil ghost intervened in this stalemate situation at this time.
Yan Duo didn’t know that it was the first time, and probably the last time, for him to encounter such a big scene.
He wants to use this silver coin to gamble, bet that he can throw a neutral result, bet that he can release the evil ghost hidden in the silver coin, there is only one chance, and the bet is that he, Wen Zhong and others Human life!
Thinking of this, Yan Duo took a deep breath. Hanging upside down for a long time made his head a little swollen. After confirming the angle, Yan Duo gritted his teeth and began to gently shake his already changed body. Got some stiff left arm.
The ghost shirt also began to swing slightly. Yan Duo's goal was to shake out the shaky silver coin in the shirt pocket.
Once, twice, three times... Finally, with Yan Duo's efforts, with a soft sound, the silver coin fell from the pocket of his shirt, drawing a beautiful curve in the air.
Yan Duo closed his eyes tightly. He didn't expect a miracle, he only hoped to succeed this time, because this was his last chance.
For a long time, there was no movement. Yan Duo opened his eyes and saw that the silver coins were stuck straight on the old grave. The places where the ghosts' heads were printed on both sides were constantly moving outwards. Oozing blood.
No matter what, he won the bet after all.
This is also the first time Yan Duo has seen the evil ghost hidden in this silver coin. No matter how terrifying it is, it is a real evil ghost.
Next, let’s see what kind of chemical reaction will occur when the third evil ghost suddenly intervenes.
The silver coins were constantly seeping out blood and reddish-brown flesh, gradually forming a small puddle on the old grave. Then, a hand made of countless broken pieces protruded from the blood. Ghost hands made of flesh.
Seeing this scene, Wen Zhong broke out in cold sweat. He instantly understood what Yan Duo wanted to do. The other party wanted to use external force to break the balance between the two ghosts.
This is definitely a crazy idea, and it does not consider his own retreat at all, but if he puts himself in his shoes, he would choose to do this if it were Wen Zhong.
It is almost impossible to take the initiative to break the supernatural balance.
However, the next second, both of them widened their eyes at the same time.
Before this ghost hand made of minced meat could interfere with the scene, the red soil around the old grave suddenly began to sink. In less than a second, the entire ghost hand was carrying silver coins with it. All were swallowed up by this old tomb.
Yan Duo began to doubt his own eyes. Could there be a terrifying ghost buried in this old grave? Now all his plans have gone bankrupt and he has become the nourishment of this crooked-necked old tree. It looks like it's just a matter of time.
And Wen Zhong is not much better. If he can't get out of trouble, he may really become a member of this group of funeral ghosts. Together with Min Qing and Chen Yanyun, even death will happen. He kept following this group of ghosts and wandering around.
Suddenly, the old tomb trembled, scarlet soil scattered in all directions, and a human-shaped silhouette slowly appeared from the tomb, as if it was about to sit up from the tomb.
The soil fell to the ground, seemingly pulled by an invisible force, instantly giving the empty land a layer of blood.
At the same time, the faceless ghost holding the spiritual tablet in its hand seemed to have received some kind of signal. It stiffly bent down and placed the spiritual tablet in its hand on the blood-red ground.
Then there was a bang, and the cyan coffin that was originally carried on the shoulders by the black-clothed ghost was also hit hard to the ground, and the coffin lid that was originally tightly closed was also shaken open at this time. There was a gap, and a strong smell of corpses wafted out of it.
Immediately afterwards, the devil standing at the end of the team began to stiffly shake the soul-calling flag in his hand.
What sounded this time was not the sound of bells, but a small sound of crying. The sounds were from men and women, old people and children, and even mixed with the cry of babies.
Hearing this voice, Wen Zhong felt his scalp numb, a hundred claws scratching his heart, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes involuntarily.
However, the sound did not last long. I don’t know what happened in the next second. The soul-calling flag suddenly broke into two sections and fell to the ground. At the same time, Wen Zhong felt his body loosen and his body could actually move. (End of this chapter)