Huang Qi, who was impatient because he noticed that the talisman was broken, was almost desperately running, saying that people can often burst out with power beyond imagination in critical situations, and Wang Lang really believes it now.

Huang Qi had obviously run fourth, but the speed was so fast that the sprinters felt frightened.

As a professional physical education teacher, Wang Lang could only watch Huang Qi's figure get farther and farther away until he disappeared into the darkness.

"This is a drug, isn't it? What kind of mage should you be if you have this ability? Going to participate in a sprint has already bloodied the whole world, okay? ”

Wang Lang complained silently, sighing in his heart that he was not the first from the bottom, and there were four of them behind him!

While thinking like this, he ran wildly in the direction where Huang Qi disappeared, and after running for a while, he didn't catch up with Huang Qi, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

"Is this guy drugged or a rabbit? Is my physical strength better than that of me, who studied physical education? ”

Wang Lang was very suspicious of Huang Qi's racial problem, but fortunately, Chen Zhenguo and the four of them were at the bottom.

Comforting himself silently, Wang Lang was full of energy and planned to make a sprint, but at this time, he suddenly found that something was wrong!

Why didn't you hear Chen Zhenguo's movements?

This forest farm is usually uninhabited, and at night it is as quiet as a morgue. But why do you only have your own sound in your ears?

Subconsciously looked back, and the scene that caught his eye made Wang Lang's face instantly covered with horror!

There was no one behind him, and in the endless darkness, only the trees were as hazy as ghostly shadows.

The faint sound of the wind echoed through the dense forest, lingering in my ears like the whimper of a resentful spirit.

In Wang Lang's gaze, countless gray and black air currents were constantly twisting and entwining, as if something was struggling in it, and he couldn't wait to tear off the restraints and break free.

"What the hell is this?"

The gray-black air flow writhed more and more violently, and a strange aura began to spread around.

Wang Lang's expression was serious, he reached out and took out a few flames from his pocket and squeezed them tightly, and his mental power had already been injected into them.

Compared to things such as glutinous rice and black dog blood, even the lowest-grade yellow talisman is much more precious.

However, Wang Lang didn't have the time to think about that, because the worst he thought in his heart might have already appeared.

"Ah...... I'm so wronged......"

The screams of the seeping people reached the ears, and then a white shadow tore through the black curtain and came out.

The pale clothes had a blood-red word "prisoner" written on them, and the messy black hair covered the entire face. Long chains locked hands and feet, and the congealed black blood emitted a disgusting stench.

"I'm so wronged......"

The terrible scream reappeared, and a gray resentment rose into the sky, making this unjust ghost even more hideous and terrifying.

"Broken hand! Broken foot! Broken tendons! Broken bones!

Fertile land destroyed! The house is broken!

Parents were hanged! Wives and daughters are sold as prostitutes!

I gouged out my eyes, so I couldn't see the enemy clearly! Cut out my tongue so that I have nowhere to redress my grievances! Pierced my ears so I couldn't hear the wails of my loved ones! ”

"Hahahaha...... I'm so unjustly dead......"

"You're paralyzed!"

Wang Lang shouted violently, shook his hand and threw out a fire talisman, and a ball of fire immediately erupted under the traction of his telekinesis, wrapping the unjust ghost inside.

"Boom ......"

The flames were contaminated with the unjust ghosts, as if they had touched gasoline, and they burned in an instant.

The power of this talisman written on the manuscript paper with telekinesis was even more powerful than Wang Lang had imagined, and the flames that erupted were more than twice as powerful as when he tested it not long ago.

When the darkness completely envelops itself, the light in the hearts of lonely people will undoubtedly bring a sense of security, and Wang Lang is naturally no exception.

Seeing the power of the Fire Talisman, Wang Lang suddenly became excited, and even the fear in his heart was reduced a lot.

"How about trying the lightning guide charm again!"

Wang Lang thought in his heart, his hand had reached into his pocket and touched the thunder talisman placed separately.

However, before he could throw the talisman out, the unjust ghost actually began to fight back in the flames.

"Ah...... I died unjustly...... If you kill my whole family, I won't let you go......"

The terrible wails made people's scalps tingle, and the attack of this unjust ghost was even more terrifying.

The firelight in the dark forest farm was extremely conspicuous, and Wang Lang stood more than ten meters away, trembling with fright as he looked at the things flying in the air.

It was a severed hand, with bamboo slices inserted into all five fingers, and wounds opened on the palm and back of the hand, revealing the dark red flesh and white bones inside.

The speed at which the severed hand flew was extremely fast, and in a hurry, Wang Lang didn't have time to think about anything else, so he lay down directly in the back, and the severed hand passed by his face, and Wang Lang could even smell the disgusting fishy smell on it.

"What is this? Self-inflicted assault? ”

Wang Lang exclaimed, although he couldn't understand the thoughts of this unjust ghost, but he didn't have the slightest contempt.

The severed hand just now was dodged by him and hit a big tree behind him, the big locust tree that was thicker than a human waist and hard enough to cut for half a day even if he cut it with an axe.

If this is beaten on the body, it is estimated that it will be a rotten end!

Wang Lang didn't dare to take it lightly, and his attention was all focused on this unjust ghost.

The prison uniform worn by this unjustly killed ghost obviously does not belong to modern times, and I am afraid that nine times out of ten he died in the Qing Dynasty, which perished more than a hundred years ago.

The facts are similar to what Wang Lang imagined, this unjust ghost is named Zhang Shan, and he died in the twenty-fourth year of Guangxu.

Zhang Shan is just an ordinary person, who is not well fed and clothed, and is oppressed all day long.

More than 100 years ago, on his way home after finishing his work, he was hit head-on by a horse galloping Eight Banners because he couldn't dodge, and the embarrassed and angry Zhang Shan was arrested and put in prison and tortured day by day, and died miserably after a month.

And after Zhang Shan's death, the gentleman did not let his family go, and the only few acres of land were encroached upon, and the house left by his ancestors was also pushed to. The parents were forced to hang themselves, and the wives and daughters were sold into brothels and became prostitutes.

Zhang Shan died unjustly, and then turned into a ghost who died unjustly and wandered around, I don't know when he ended up here.

The ghost who has been dead for more than a hundred years is not trivial, and it can be seen just by the attack of the severed hand just now.

Wang Lang didn't dare to take it lightly, and after rolling on the spot to avoid the other severed hand that attacked again, he threw the lightning guide charm out with a flick of his hand.