Ling Tian walked quickly to the grove.

Before he got closer, he heard movement from the grove, and when he saw it, he was startled that a young man was digging the ground with a hoe that he didn't know where it came from.

He could clearly see that this was a person, a living person.

Where, though?

There was no abnormality around, Ling Tian leaned over on guard, with the help of the moonlight, he could see this person's unfamiliar appearance clearly, and even more clearly, in the deep pit he dug, revealing clothes that were not completely rotten.

Remember that the position he dug was exactly the position dug by Xiao Luo, did he have to play Arhat if he committed suicide.

Ling Tian was a little speechless.

"What are you digging for?"

The sound was very quiet, but it was very abrupt in the silent night sky.

The young man seemed to have been prepared, and the movements in his hands slowly stopped, without movement and without looking back.

The fog gradually began to rise in the grove, and the fog from somewhere became thicker and thicker, and the distant scenery was already obscured.

In just a few minutes, the mist had already surrounded Ling Tian, in addition to the water vapor, the mist was also mixed with a very strange smell, as if the smell of corpses, as if rust, but the strongest was the fishy smell of earth.

The mournful music formed by the beating of gongs and drums sounded like nothing, and the surrounding fog seemed to be shaking as if a figure was shaking. A man with a shovel in a daze not far from the ground became a little blurry in the mist.

Ling Tian moved closer to the man.

The figures around them were getting closer and closer, and the fog was so thick that even the nearest small building could not be seen.

A figure stretched out its hand to him from the mist.

"Pretending to be a ghost."

Ling Tian directly kicked at the nearest figure, and as if he knew in advance, that person took a step back and retreated into the white mist, dodging Ling Tian's attack.

Smelling the increasingly strong smell of earth, Ling Tian intuitively felt that something was wrong, and no longer waited, he directly picked up a dead branch from the ground and hit it in the direction where the figure had retreated.

Although it didn't hit the figure's body, where the branches swept through, the mist seemed to disappear out of thin air, leaving a blank space like branches, which undoubtedly gave Ling Tian great courage.

"Uncle, fuck your mother, come on, come out and fight."

Scolding in his mouth, the movements in his hands slowed down, he is not an idiot, a quick attack will only accelerate the consumption of physical strength, as a half-otaku, physical strength is a hard injury.

Now, persistence is king.

Waving a twig, he walked up to the young man.

The young man's eyes were tightly closed, his head drooped slightly, as if he was sleeping, Ling Tian poked with a branch, and the man still didn't react.

It was only when the branches touched him that the fog that almost enveloped him disappeared out of thin air.

It was as if there was something on Ling Tian's body that made the fog fearful.

If you think about it, it can only be a jar of gods.

After a while, the presence in the fog clearly noticed this, and the faint sound of mourning became clearer, and the ghosts in the fog came and went more frequently.

And Ling Tian's branch finally attacked one of the ghosts crookedly.

Before he could express his joy, the continuous mourning music was like a cassette, making a piercing noise, and then returned to normal, but those ghosts seemed to know that it was powerful, and returned to the original elusiveness.

Once again, a stalemate was formed, and Ling Tian felt helpless.

As he continued his attack, he began to observe the fog carefully.

Although the figures appeared and disappeared very quickly, it was enough for Ling Tian to see clearly, although these ghosts had different appearances, their expressions were very dull, as if they were controlled by someone.

And in this case, you must find the person behind the scenes, otherwise everything is just useless.

Gradually, Ling Tian focused his attention on mourning. Ghosts, unlike people, don't do meaningless things.

The sound of mourning music was erratic, but the right front appeared most frequently, Ling Tian didn't know if his judgment was right or not, but as time passed, he could feel that his physical strength had dropped significantly.

Glancing at the young man who was not moving, Ling Tianxin turned his heart sideways, roared, and held the branch sideways like a spear, and quickly rushed towards the right front.

After running less than 10 steps, a black shadow appeared quickly in front of him, and a smile just appeared on his face, which was instantly replaced by horror.

As he approached quickly, a big tree appeared in front of him more and more clearly, it was too late to brake, Ling Tian could only close his eyes and hang his head slightly.

The handsome nose still couldn't be saved, his forehead hit the tree, and then the huge inertia made his whole face stick to it, and as soon as the scream sounded, it was covered by a loud noise, and the branch touched something.

As for what it was, Ling Tian was unable to tell what it was, and at this time he was lying on the ground, tears and nosebleeds flowing down as if he didn't want money.

The surrounding fog quickly dissipated.

"Your uncle, I want an ambulance."

He was about to cry, he hadn't hurt this in a long time.

Of course, the ambulance didn't come, and now he just wants to lie down and think about life.

By the time he recovered from the pain, the young man had disappeared, and Ling Tian remembered that he had stabbed the other party.

And the disappearing fog also proved in disguise that Ling Tian's method of killing 1,000 enemies and self-inflicting 800 was not without effect.

Just what about the young man?

Did you run away while you were lying on the ground?

After looking around and finding no human figure, Ling Tian could only cover his face and sigh at the cruelty of human nature.

Lao Qi and the others are obviously buried here, and since they have promised to help them, it is necessary to go into the soil for peace, although they are now in the ground.

Of course, the most important thing was that Ling Tian suspected that everything that happened was very likely related to the existence here.

If he wants to dig up and look at it, he can't do it alone.

Looking at the sky, I was about to go to find Cheng Xiaoxiao, when I suddenly heard a scream.

Cheng Xiaoxiao and Lin Bingbing were hugging each other, and Wu Jianfeng, who was afraid, didn't hug it, but simply grabbed the mobile phone in his hand.

And following their gaze, Ling Tian happened to see a limp corpse under a big tree, and the branch in his hand pierced deeply into the corpse.

Belch.

"I'm going to say it's a ghost, do you believe it?"

"Ah, call the police, call the police."

The three of them ran out screaming, Ling Tian wiped a handful of nosebleeds, and wanted to cry without tears.

It's not that he doesn't want to run, it's just that when he runs, it's even more unclear.

In a short time, countless sirens sounded, and the quiet farmhouse became noisy again.

The moment he saw the police, Ling Tian raised his hands high, his movements skillful and standard.

Unfortunately, the police still held a pistol and pressed him to the ground.

The nosebleed, which had just stopped, rushed out again.

As more and more police entered, huge searchlights lit up and the dimly lit grove was as bright as day.