Professor Zhang's words were so convincing that I couldn't help but say to myself, "Is there really such a thing as a ghost possession in the world?"

"Really! I swear. "If that comb was just a coincidence, I had even more strange things happen to me in that ancient tomb." ”

"When we dug up the comb, we found that the woman's body was very well preserved. The archaeologist who was with us offered to do an autopsy, and he died that night. ”

"Before he died, the expert had been speaking in a woman's voice, saying that he was the female corpse in the tomb, that she had no grievances with us, but we opened her coffin and killed her, and she would never spare us. ”

When Professor Zhang said this, his eyes couldn't help but have a look of fear: "Even at that time, there were still people in the archaeological team who didn't believe that it was a ghost possession, and talked to the woman while looking for a doctor. As a result, what she said corresponds to all the things in the ancient tomb, and we can't believe it or not!"

I said in a deep voice: "I'm not interested in your ancient tomb, just tell me why you suspect that one of them is possessed by a ghost." ”

Professor Zhang hesitated: "Actually...... Actually, I was a feeling...... A feeling. ”

"Feelings, why didn't you tell me it's a sixth sense?" I was so angry that I almost beat someone.

Professor Zhang hurriedly said, "You believe me, I really feel that way. When we came back from the archaeological tomb that time, I specially consulted the folk masters, and they said that people who were possessed by ghosts must have something different from usual, or something special. ”

Professor Zhang's words were like opening a floodgate, and strange pictures kept flashing in front of my eyes. My heart shook suddenly, and I stood there for a long time without saying a word, as if I was stupid.

When the bean donkey examined the injury, a tuft of white hair appeared on the back of his head. Legend has it that people who are possessed by yellow immortals will have a pinch of white hair on the back of their heads, which is the tip of the tail of the yellow wolf, and they can't hide it if they want to.

Ye Xun talked to me several times, his eyes were looking at other places, and he never looked at me, and when he ran behind me, I saw with my own eyes that his eyes were bloodshot.

The elders said that when walking at night, if you find someone behind you, you have to look at his eyes at first glance, and his eyes are red, and he spits on him, and only the eyes of the hanged man are red. Ye Xun let the hanged ghost possess him?

and Lu Xinyao.

Lu Xinyao shouldn't have chosen to lean on a stranger's body for no reason. As an agent, doesn't she understand that this is a big taboo?

When Lu Xinyao leaned on the person's shoulder, he deliberately sucked his neck twice, and his face also brought a layer of flush as if he was drunk.

She's sucking people's yang energy?

What about freewheeling?

I'm desperately trying to think about what I can do, but I find that I can't be more normal anymore.

No, it's not normal to be casual, she's too careful, too deliberate. If a person is not deliberately hiding something, he will not pay attention to it everywhere.

"Oh no!" I subconsciously said two words, reached out and picked up Professor Zhang, "Let's go!"

"Where are we going?" Before Professor Zhang could react, I dragged him to the ground.

I didn't care if the other party stood firm or not, and dragged Professor Zhang to run away: "Go and save people." ”

When I dragged Professor Zhang to the grave where Ye Xun was, the sound of wheels pressing against the green bricks also came towards me.

I only turned one direction in the middle of the cemetery when I saw a prisoner cart lying in the middle of the graveyard. Ye Xun, who was half-raising his head, was stuck in the middle of the prisoner car, his eyes were wide and he was looking straight at the sky, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Ye Xun!" I was about to speed up, but Lu Xinyao, who was holding his bloody eyes obliquely, suddenly appeared on the side of the prisoner car, jumped onto the prisoner car, and lifted Ye Xun's bloody eyes above the top.

Ye Xun regarded the bloody eyes as his life, and the fact that he could put the bloody eyes in Lu Xinyao's hands showed that he had absolute trust in Lu Xinyao. With Lu Xinyao here, I don't at least don't have to worry about Ye Xun being in danger.

After I just breathed a sigh of relief, my head suddenly "buzzed" - Lu Xinyao's blade was not aimed at the cage, but at Ye Xun's neck.

"Stop—" As soon as I roared, Lu Xinyao had already swung his knife and fell. The snowy blade swept past the cage closely, and Ye Xun's head flew into the air in an instant, and the blood in the cavity was like a fountain.

The moment Ye Xun's head flew up, I was already stupid there, my brain was buzzing all the time, and I couldn't see anything in my eyes except for red blood. It wasn't until Lu Xinyao took Ye Xun's head in his hand that I reacted.

"Lu Xinyao—" I roared hoarsely and suddenly tore my throat. Salty and bloody blood poured into my mouth, dripping from the corners of my mouth, and Magnum in my hand roared wildly.

After the wooden bars of the prisoner cart were broken by bullets in succession, the blood-stained prisoner cart quickly retreated in the furious gunfire. The wall behind the cart suddenly opened up as the wheels approached, and the cart easily rolled into the wall.

By the time I rushed to the wall, the secret door had been slammed shut, and there was no sign of the prisoner's cart except for the two ruts that seemed to be sticking into the wall.

"Lu Xinyao, you come out for me-" I frantically swung my fist, and the stone skin on the wall and the blood on my hand fell to the ground together, and the secret door that hid Lu Xinyao still didn't move.

The more I couldn't smash the secret door, the more I couldn't vent the anger in my heart: "Lu Xinyao, even if Lao Tzu dies with you today, I will blow you up!"

When I poured out all the * in my backpack and slammed it on the wall like crazy, Professor Zhang, who rushed up from behind, pulled me and shouted, "Don't be impulsive, you listen to me......"

"Get out of the way!" I raised my hand and threw Professor Zhang two meters away, the latter fell and his head was bleeding, but as if he didn't know the pain, he turned over and climbed up: "You can't blow up the underground palace! Everything here has high research value, once it is destroyed, you will be a sinner for the ages." ”

I used a dagger to dig out more than a dozen holes: "Lao Tzu didn't blow up Lu Xinyao, I will be uneasy in this life! We were ...... to Lu Xinyao at the beginning."

My voice suddenly weakened a lot: "Why did Lu Xinyao kill people? Is there really a saying that a ghost possesses a body?"

I turned my head to look at Professor Zhang while talking to myself: "You say, why did Lu Xinyao kill people?"

"It's not because of ghosts. Professor Zhang recognized this point.

I was a little dazed and said, "If Lu Xinyao is possessed by a ghost, should I kill her, or should I not kill her?" Are you really sure?"

Professor Zhang said: "I don't know, I'm not a folk master. However, I have heard that some magnetic fields can affect weak-willed people. ”

My eyes widened and I said, "Legend has it that people who can be possessed by ghosts are either weak-willed, or weak-minded and lacking in qi and blood. Those who practice martial arts will not be easily possessed by demons. ”

My voice sank again: "If there is really a ghost that can possess a martial artist, its cultivation is enough to kill people on its own." Definitely not!"

Professor Zhang sighed and said, "Mr. Wang, there is something I don't know if to say...... Do you believe in the human heart?"

I said with a slightly gloomy face, "What do you mean?"

Professor Zhang said slowly: "The desperate situation of life and death is the test of people's hearts. Our archaeological team is the best example of this. Sometimes, I'd rather believe that they were possessed by a ghost to do that kind of thing. ”

I looked at Professor Zhang coldly, and the latter said sadly, "If I told you that I regretted it, would you believe it? ”

"I stabbed Zhang Liang and I survived. But I know that I will go to the eighteen levels of hell in the future. ”

Professor Zhang didn't know whether to cry or laugh and said: "Do you know? When I killed Zhang Liang, I had only one concept in my mind, that is: my choice is extremely correct, I am right, I am for life, my behavior does not involve selfishness, nor can I talk about immorality, and there is no morality in the face of life and death." And just like that, I picked up the knife ......"

Professor Zhang looked blankly at his hands, as if to see if he had blood on them.

"Lu Xinyao will be because of ......" I spoke in a lower voice.

Lu Xinyao did not hesitate at all from jumping into the prisoner car to killing someone, and even reached out to catch the head with great sharpness.

I've heard that possessed people are a little unsmooth in their movements, but Lu Xinyao's movements are extremely agile. She really ......

When I looked at the wall again, I heard the hoarse voice of the bean donkey coming from the ground: "Wang Huan, Wang Huan......!

When I followed the sound and looked over, I saw the bean donkey crawling out of the wall with a pair of bloody hands: "Wang Huan!"

"Old donkey!" I exclaimed, and rushed to the bean donkey. But my toes swept over the donkey's head......

My head went blank and I was all there - the donkey was dead, and the ghost of the donkey crawled out of the wall.

When I slowly turned my head to look at the bean donkey on the ground, his shadow became blurred, except for the wound on his back. It was a bloody scratch from the claws, especially the three bloody scratches on the side of the neck.

I couldn't see how deep the claws had gotten into the donkey's body, but I was sure it was a fatal blow, and the other party was behind the donkey.

The bean donkey shouted hoarsely: "Wang Huan, you hurry up! You Xin, Lu Xinyao, they are all crazy! You Xin, she ......"

I don't know what happened to the donkey, but I can feel the despair when he sees the bloody steel claws in his hands.

I can't describe the despair, but I'm sure the bean donkey felt exactly the same way I felt when I saw Ye Xun beheaded, the heart-rending pain and the incredible despair were intertwined enough to break down in an instant.

If the bean donkey hadn't swallowed his breath at that time, what kind of struggle should he have experienced in the end?