Chapter 149 Forced by Life
Under the blue-red sky, graves stood one after another. Lin Qian looked at those lonely graves, frowned, and turned to look in the direction where the bus left. I have a bad feeling in my heart:
"Weird" Will the bride come directly to me after getting out of the car?"
Thinking of this, a sense of crisis flashed in Lin Qian's eyes. This kind of thing is very likely to happen. Lin Qian's attraction to the strange bride. Just like the attraction of the second dimension to otakus, it is just as tempting.
Looking at the deep darkness, Lin Qian’s face became a little gloomy:
"You have to go faster to avoid unexpected situations."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian waved his hand, and starving ghosts with blood-red pupils kept appearing in the ghost domain, heading towards the mass graves. Go inside.
Their purpose is very simple, to find the evil ghosts wandering in the mass graves, capture them, and bring them to the source ghost, which is Lin Qian. Lin Qian knows very well that this mass grave There must be other ghosts inside, but I just didn't see them.
Looking at the Starving Ghosts that kept appearing, Yang Jian was a little envious. To be honest, the Starving Ghosts were really useful in this situation.
Zhang Hao shuddered when he looked at the starving ghosts with blood-red pupils. He looked at the ghost candle and shovel in his hands, as well as the starving ghost standing next to him. Zhang Hao felt , whether he can survive today depends on whether he is useful.
Lin Qian glanced at Zhang Hao and said lightly:
"Go to work, it depends on you whether you can live or not. You just heard the precautions, so I won't say more. "
Looking at Lin Qian's cold eyes, Zhang Hao felt a chill running down his spine, swallowed, and nodded:
"Brother, I know what to do. Don't worry, I will do what you ask. As long as you can let me live, I can do whatever you ask me to do."
After saying that, I will hold the shovel in my arms. Walking towards the nearest low grave, Lin Qian looked at the trembling steps, remained silent for a moment and said to Yang Jian:
"If this guy survives, you can take him back to Dachang City. He might be a helper in the future."
Yang Jian looked at Zhang Hao who had already started digging the grave with shovel after shovel, and shook his head:
“What can an ordinary person do to help? It would be a blessing if he didn’t hold him back. Although This guy does have a good character, but he is just an ordinary person."
Hearing what Yang Jian said, Lin Qian smiled and said:
"Becoming a ghost controller is easy, wait. I’ll take a look at the mass graves to see if there are any suitable ghosts for him. If so, I’ll get two for him.”
Hearing what Lin Qian said, Yang Jian was a little silent. Looking at Lin Qian's indifferent expression, he felt a bit toothache:
"Lin Qian, it's been a long time since we last met. How good is your coin loading technique? "
Lin Qian looked at Yang Jian with no expression on his face. He took Cocoa out of Yang Jian's arms and put it on the ground:
"What nonsense? Come on, let me deal with the ghost's resurrection and leave quickly. I feel that the bride may come to me after getting off at the next stop. By then we will have to be cool again..."
After that, Lin Qian took the shovel and walked towards a lonely grave. Coco followed Lin Qian, also holding a small shovel in his hand...
Yang Jian looked at this combination of big and small, and the corner of his mouth twitched:
"Why do I feel that we are so like tomb robbers? But it seems that we are a little different from those tomb robbers. One is fair and aboveboard. The other one is digging quietly..."
"Although there is no difference in essence, what we are digging is the grave of a ghost, so When I think about it, comparing the two, we are more powerful."
Thinking about this, Yang Jian shook his head and also walked towards a lonely grave. On the way forward, several blood-red ghost eyes appeared. It popped out of the flesh. This was because Lin Qian had slightly controlled the suppression of Yang Jian by the ghost realm. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, Yang Jian wanted to open the ghost eyes. Just think about this kind of thing.
Under the dim sky, Lin Qian looked at the lonely grave in front of him, picked up a handful of paper money in front of the grave, felt the supernatural power of the paper money, shook his head and put the paper money in his pocket. It's a bit useless to grow something, just give it to Yang Jian later.
Putting away the paper money, Lin Qian glanced around and felt the movement in the ghost area. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised:
"It seems that there are a lot of ghosts in the mass grave. How long has it been? The ghosts are starving to death." I've only encountered five of them. It doesn't look like it will take too long. , I can solve the ghost painting's revival."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian was in a good mood. Looking at the lonely grave in front of him, he shoveled it up with a shovel without hesitation, and easily removed the grave. The soil was shoveled down.
Feeling the softness of the tomb soil, Lin Qian smiled:
“It seems that the ghost realm of the hungry ghosts after eating the ghost blood has great suppression on these tomb soils, otherwise With four shovels worth 500 yuan, you really can’t even think about shoveling these graves.”
Putting the grave soil on the shovel into the photo, Lin Qian continued to dig the grave. Following Lin Qian's movements, half of the entire grave mound disappeared in less than a minute. Looking at the half-disappeared grave mound, Lin Qian had a very expression on his face. Calmly, he pushed the shovel down again, and there was less soil in the grave.
At this moment, on the half-planed grave, a black hand suddenly stretched out from the grave soil, and then began to crawl outside crazily. Lin Qian looked at this At the sudden scene, his eyes flickered, and he directly used the shovel handle, which was the coffin nail, to nail it up.
Picking this evil ghost out of the grave, Lin Qian grinned as he looked at the dark evil ghost:
“It’s open...”
Putting the ghost into the photo, Lin Qian looked at the slightly trembling photo with a smile on his face. It wasn't until the ghost slowly disappeared from the photo that Lin Qian put the photo away.
Feeling the increasing number of ghost paintings, Lin Qian was in a good mood. Looking at the messy grave, Lin Qian grinned and didn't care. He turned around and walked towards another lonely grave, and continued to dig the grave.
On Zhang Hao's side, his face was a little pale. This was because he was scared. Looking at only half of the grave in front of him, he felt a little scared. Just now, he had just shoveled a shovel into the grave and was about to shovel it. On the second strike, a ghost skull suddenly emerged from the grave and flew directly towards his head.
He was stunned at that time. The ghost skull was moving so fast that he didn’t even have a chance to react. Just when he thought he was about to die, at the critical moment, a pale-skinned hand came from He stretched out his ears and directly caught the skull flying towards him.
When he reacted, the skull had been put into another photo by the starving ghost standing next to him. Looking at the starving ghost with a numb expression and blood-red pupils, Zhang Hao Suddenly I felt that starving ghosts were not so scary.
Looking at the same messy grave, Zhang Hao slowed down on the spot and glanced secretly at Lin Qian and Yang Jian. He found that both of them had already begun to dig the third grave. They looked so skilled that Zhang Hao couldn't help but start thinking wildly:
"These two eldest brothers must be habitual offenders, otherwise how could they be so skilled?"
Although I thought so in my heart, I couldn't escape even the graves I needed to dig. Looking at the half-supported people in front of me, At the grave, Zhang Hao prayed silently in his heart:
"Don't blame me, I didn't mean it. Yes, life forces me to do this, I hope you can understand."
Zhang Hao looked at the grave in front of him, praying in his heart, and walked towards another grave with a shovel. , it’s time to dig the grave...(End of Chapter)