Lao Bao stared at the mahogany door, broke out in a cold sweat, and said cautiously:
"Captain, we're done. This seems to be a haunted house."
"Do you know how to invite gods? Hurry up and invite a great god or ancestor to come forward and let the ancestor show his magical powers, otherwise we may die here!"
Lao Bao said with a look of extreme horror on his face.
"With me here, what are you afraid of? Even if we die, we will die together!"
Zhang Hao said lightly, with some curse in his heart. Why did Lao Bao suddenly become so afraid of death?
Zhang Hao just complained, but as soon as he finished speaking, his heart suddenly trembled.
Something is wrong, why is Lao Bao so afraid of death?
People are born to be afraid of death, and it is human nature to be afraid of death, but Lao Bao's performance was completely wrong, it seemed a little too much, and it felt like a deliberate performance.
This guy doesn't really seem to be afraid of death. Instead, he acts like he's afraid of death on purpose.
"Old Bao, push the door open."
Zhang Hao pointed at the red door with a human skin lantern and said coldly.
"Captain, don't be joking. I don't know what's hidden inside this door. If you push it open rashly, you'll never get any good results."
Lao Bao said in great horror, the dagger in his hand trembling slightly.
Zhang Hao's eyes fell on Lao Bao's dagger, stayed for a moment, and then quickly glanced at him, the expression on his face became colder.
"Whether you want to go or not, I will leave you here."
Zhang Hao said coldly.
"If you are afraid, just smear some of your own blood. The blood of a living person is the most yang thing. Paired with my talisman, it can protect you from worries."
Lao Bao struggled with his expression, as if he had been thinking for a long time. He gritted his teeth and punched his nose twice.
The nose was severely injured and the blood immediately stopped flowing.
While wiping the blood, Lao Bao said to Zhang Hao:
"Captain, do you want me to have a lot of blood?"
"Anyway, we just need blood. There is no need for both of us to be injured at the same time. It's enough for me to feel uncomfortable alone!"
There was a strange flash in Zhang Hao's eyes, and he smiled faintly:
"No need, I'm protected by the talisman, and ordinary little devils don't dare to get on me."
This guy is indeed an old man, but the drastic change in his temperament makes him a little strange.
It's just that they haven't seen each other for a while. What happened to Lao Bao to make him so afraid of death?
There must be something wrong with Lao Bao, but his body is still Lao Bao's and has not been changed by an evil spirit. He is willing to listen to himself and obviously does not have much ill will towards him.
When Zhang Hao just checked Lao Bao, he found nothing different except for a shadow on his chest.
This at least shows that the problem with Lao Bao is not serious and has not affected his brain. He is still conscious at this time.
A kid who possesses a living person but is unwilling to harm others?
What the hell is this little devil doing?
Seeing Zhang Hao staring at him without moving, a look of panic flashed across Lao Bao's face.
"Zhang Hao, I'm already bleeding. If it's not enough, you might as well take the knife and do it yourself. As long as you don't kill me, you can cut wherever you like."
With that said, he handed the dagger to Zhang Hao with a look of resentment on his face.
"I never expected that my great reputation would end up in the hands of my own people."
"Pity me for my old bones. I have shed so much blood and no one has pity for me."
Zhang Hao sneered, walked forward, grabbed Lao Bao's big hand, and slapped it hard on the wooden door.
"Master, we were passing by here and encountered some trouble. Could you please make it easier?"
Lao Bao was pulled hard by Zhang Hao, like a puppet on strings, extremely depressed.
Bang.
The red-painted door opened slowly, and a rotten smell suddenly came from the mist.
Inside the red painted door, there turned out to be a woman in ancient costume with a weasel head.
Seeing Zhang Hao, the woman in ancient costume suddenly grinned, revealing a smile that she thought was charming. However, in the eyes of the two of them, this smile was no less than a scary ghost smile.
Lao Bao, who had been complaining about his fate just now, suddenly screamed in fright and struggled to run behind Zhang Hao.
"Zhang Hao, what is this weird thing and why does it look so scary?"
Zhang Hao said calmly.
"Just a monster."
"The little demon possesses the human body. As time goes by, the body of the dead person is affected by the soul of the demon, and gradually loses its human form and turns into a monster with a human body."
"Don't be afraid of its appearance, it's just a dead thing."
Zhang Hao said coldly and stepped forward.
When Weasel saw that Zhang Hao had recognized his origin, he was not angry and simply moved out of the way, laughing ghostly at Zhang Hao.
Lao Bao secretly complained in his heart. He thought that being possessed by an old guy would allow Zhang Hao to relax his vigilance and escape from this place. However, he didn't expect that Zhang Hao would not listen to the advice at all and instead focused on walking to a dangerous place.
If he had known this, he should not have chosen Lao Bao, but someone else.
However, this small team that broke into the white mist was all of extraordinary strength. Apart from Lao Bao, he really had no other choice.
Choose Yinhui or Li Siyu, one has amazing cultivation and the other has a special physique. I am afraid that he will be burned to ashes as soon as he enters the body.
As for choosing immortality, there is no need to think about it.
That guy has a pure Yang body, which is like a furnace to ghosts. If you get into it, you will be burned to death.
Choose Zhang Hao?
Even if the possession is successful, given Zhang Hao's fearless temperament, even if the possession is successful, he will not be able to control the other person's body. Instead, he will be locked in the other person's body and tortured to the point of death.
When Lao Bao thought of this, he turned back to look at the weasel. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the weasel staring at him suddenly, his eyes so cold and creepy.
Lao Bao took a deep breath and turned his head hastily, not daring to take another look.
Forget it, let’s take it one step at a time!
It's already attached to Laobao, and it can't possibly be worse than it is now.
"The worst I can do is to be a lonely ghost again. Anyway, I am used to being a piao."
Although Lao Bao had firmed up his mind, he still grabbed Zhang Hao's clothes with a look of horror on his face.
"Captain, why do I feel like there's something wrong in this yard? There seem to be a lot of weird things staring at me, greedy for my flesh."
"It's not a feeling, there is indeed something strange. If you don't believe it, just look at the ground."
Zhang Hao said coldly, pointing to both sides of the brick path.
Hearing this, Lao Bao was slightly startled, and immediately looked to the side, and suddenly found human heads growing in the flower beds on both sides.
The head was covered with sarcoma. When Lao Bao looked over, he immediately screamed and screamed.
Bang.
The sarcomas continued to crowd together and exploded one after another.
The bursting black water seemed to have corrosive power and immediately exploded the sarcoma next to it.
For a moment, it seemed as if a series of explosions had occurred, and the sound of banging and banging explosions could be heard endlessly.
The putrid smell in the air became stronger and stronger. Zhang Hao and Lao Bao finally walked through the courtyard, and saw two large blood-red coffins placed in the main hall. On the door wall of the hall in the center of the coffins, there was a picture of a century-old marriage.
Above the doorpost of the main hall, a large red silk piece hangs high, and below is a dark bead with red dates and grains placed on it, which indicates the early birth of a child.
There are two chairs beside the table.
Getu sat on a chair, looking at Zhang Hao and Zhang Hao half asleep, holding a teapot in his hand, looking very much like the landlord in the drama, with a real sense of luxury.
Lao Bao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said:
"Zhang Hao, this seems to be Getu, why is he sitting here?"
"Getu, we have been making trouble for a long time. You are scaring us. Get off now!"
As Lao Bao said, he was about to rush forward and grab Getu.
At this moment, a hand stretched out from beside him and immediately held him down.
Zhang Hao stared at Getu coldly, with a deep chill in his eyes.
"Don't waste your efforts, he is not Getu at all, but a strange thing."
In Zhang Hao's eyes, the Getu in front of him was not a person at all, but a paper-pricked man wearing a bloody red robe and a bright red silk on his chest.
He was half male and half female, with the male side full of resentment and the female half full of blood and resentment.
The appearance of this ghost made Zhang Hao feel extremely familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
A talisman was slowly lit. With the help of the talisman, Zhang Hao looked at the two coffins in the room, thoughtfully.
There were no coffin nails in the coffin, and there were obvious signs of movement, indicating that there was someone in the coffin and that it had been put in only a short time ago.
If his guess was correct, the two remaining people in the team were now in the coffin.
Moreover, these two people may have fallen into a coma, being suppressed by the two evil spirits occupying Getu's body.
Zhang Hao took a deep breath, relied on the power of the talisman to protect his whole body, and carefully pulled Lao Bao away.
He did want to find the energy of the earth's veins, but he was in a hurry, which didn't mean he was seeking death.
This house is full of weird things, so it’s best not to mess with them for the time being.
"Old Bao, wait a minute while I control Getu. You go back immediately and notify Yinhui to let them come over."
"There is more than one weird thing in this white mist. I suspect that this side of the underground river belongs to another ghost's territory. If another ghost in the white mist comes over and makes them fight, what can we do? Harvest the fisherman’s profit.”
Lao Bao was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. Hearing this, he shook his head crazily.
"Captain, I can't run as well as you, I'll cover you."
"If I am still alive when you come back, I will tell you my secret."
After Lao Bao finished speaking, he hit his nose hard, leaving blood immediately.
Faced with a fatal situation, this guy actually decided to risk his life to buy time for Zhang Hao.
"I have lived for hundreds of years, and I have already lived enough. If I can't survive today, I would rather die!"
Stained with Lao Bao's blood, an unprecedentedly powerful force emerged from Lao Bao's body, instantly rushing into the room and smashing into the face of Getu, who was sitting in the main hall.
"Get out of here!"
When Lao Bao is not angry, he looks very useless, but now he looks extremely evil, like a born ghost king.
Getu was caught off guard and was immediately knocked to the ground by Lao Bao. A ghost rushed out of Getu, but before the ghost could do anything, Lao Bao's other fist had already hit him in the face.
After the beating, Lao Bao actually laughed.
"Captain, these two idiots are nothing but losers. They can see but are of no use."
Lao Bao's action was not only beyond Zhang Hao's expectation, but also the evil spirit on Getu's body was not expected.
Caught off guard, the two evil spirits clinging to Getu's body were immediately beaten until they howled repeatedly, and then left Getu's body with a whoosh and got into the coffin.
The coffin shook rapidly, cracks appeared, and it felt like it was cracking.
Groups of black blood swarmed out from the coffin, bursts of murderous aura emerged.
Zhang Hao had a look of astonishment on his face, and the air was filled with an aura unique to Yin Hui.
Pure Yang energy!
Why does Lao Bao have such an aura on his body?
No, the person controlling Lao Bao now is not his body, but a ghost from the mist. According to this man, he has lived in this mist for hundreds of years.
The old monster who has lived for hundreds of years can still have self-awareness and is not affected by the overwhelming evil energy. Apart from pure Yang energy, there seems to be no other answer.
The situation was urgent, Zhang Hao didn't say much, he stepped forward to hold Lao Bao's hand, immediately rubbed his blood, and pressed it on Getu's forehead.
Getu slowly opened his eyes, with a look of exhaustion on his face.
"Zhang Hao, why are you here? I had a headache just now, as if I had a nightmare!"
"Stop talking nonsense, can you still stand up? If you have the strength, come over and lift the handle!"
Zhang Hao said, rushing to the two coffins and patting them hard.
The lid of the coffin was pushed open, and the body inside immediately fell to the side.
The corpse of a female ghost fell to the ground, screaming in agony, as if it would explode and kill people at any time.
Zhang Hao took out a talisman, stained with Lao Bao's blood, and pressed it against the female ghost's face.
"Is there any blood left? Get more, and don't let her bite you!"
"Nothing else, just enough blood vessels!"
Lao Bao laughed and hugged the female ghost's body directly, and the blood on her face was smeared all over her body.
The female ghost suddenly stood motionless.
Zhang Hao's mouth twitched when he saw this.
Lao Bao simply doesn't know how precious his own blood is.
Fortunately, this guy is not Lao Bao's real body. Although Lao Bao is in pain, he is a blessing in disguise and has pure Yang energy.
The three of them continued to cooperate, dug out the corpse of a male ghost in another coffin, and controlled it using the same method.
As a result, the crisis in the lobby immediately dissipated.
Zhang Hao and Getu each picked up a person on their backs, and immediately ran outside without caring about who the two people were.
"You can't escape."
A roaring sound came from above the cave, and the sound echoed through the cave walls, like the howling of ghosts.
Countless white mist surged and rushed towards Zhang Hao instantly.
Zhang Hao took out the dagger and slowly swiped it across Lao Bao's palm. The dagger was stained with blood. Zhang Hao held the dagger to his mouth, then wrapped it in a piece of cloth and waved his hand gently.
The flames turned, and the talisman burned Lao Bao's pure Yang blood, immediately opening up a way out.
Countless blood energy surrounded Zhang Hao, but Zhang Hao showed no fear!
When they returned to the gate, the woman in ancient costume stood coldly in front of the door, stretched out her hairy hands, and rushed towards Lao Bao with a ferocious look on her face.
Zhang Hao rushed forward, piercing the dagger with all his strength.
"Get out of here!" (End of Chapter)