Look at this posture, it wants to rob me.

It's no wonder that a reckless man like it, who dares to rob a bank with a three-inch-long dagger, can do anything.

Now, in addition to the two ghost-fighting talismans that fell to the ground, the ten powerful ghost-fighting talismans are all in the backpack.

This ghost is sturdy, and before he died, he dared to rob a bank alone, and he wanted to eat each other raw with these two points, and I was not an opponent at all.

"Big brother, what are you doing here? Canned bread, you want it all for you. It was a welcome gift from the younger brother when I first met. ”

Even if I quickly threw myself on the ground and picked up the two ghost charms and rushed over to put them in the face, it was likely that I would have been kicked back by the ghost before I could reach it. Therefore, it is never wise to go head-on.

If I can't bear it, I decided to take a soft strategy, and I want to get the compass back in my backpack for the last time.

"Fuck you, don't play tricks with me. Do you think I don't recognize ghost charms? Even if you don't bother me, ...... I want all your things, hehehe! The ghost said, raising his hand and unzipping his backpack.

"Give you a bottle of water to drink, and the rest will be mine."

After saying "whoosh", I threw over a bottle of mineral water that belonged to me, and I reluctantly took it in my hand.

"Big brother, little brother has just arrived, all the food is for you, but there is an important thing in it that has to be returned to me......"

"Oops!"

Before I could finish speaking, the demon pounced in a flash and raised his powerful foot and kicked me in the chest, and I rolled backwards.

"Fuck me, tell me the conditions! Die, die! ”

"Bang bang bang!" The demon's feet kicked me on the head quickly and violently.

I'm half-human, half-ghost, half-life now, and I can't die in this underworld, and the only thing that can hurt me is that it cuts off my arms, legs, or heads with a knife.

But even then I would still be alive, but I wanted to go somewhere, and I didn't want to lose the parts of my body, so I had to hang my severed arms, legs, and head on my lonely body.

The cruel reality has taught me a cruel lesson, this ghost wants to harm me!

Growing up, I never fought, I didn't fight anyone else, I wasn't beaten by anyone. Now even Brother Guo wouldn't have thought that with the ghost fighting talisman, I had just gotten off the ghost bus and rowed to the underworld, but I was robbed by another ghost in the woods.

The demon kicked me in the head dozens of times, and I couldn't die, but my head was violently dizzy. In front of my eyes, there were four or five demons standing at the same time.

My eyes are also spent.

"Fool, do you think this is the world? It's so close to me. This is the underworld, the underworld where you can do whatever you want, hahaha! ”

The word "stupid" has not been used on me for a long time, except for the few senior students who robbed me when I was in junior high school many years ago.

The reality is so cruel, I kindly gave it a delicious meal, but in turn I got insults and beatings from the other party.

I was kicked in the head by the demons, everything in front of me was blurred, and my ears were gradually unable to hear sounds. I just felt a lot of pain in my back, as if I had been dragged to the ground and my back was bled by the ground.

Then there was a "boom" and I felt like I had fallen from a great place into a deep, narrow pit. The moment his butt hit the ground, the smell of dead branches and rotten leaves above his head instantly penetrated into his nostrils.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang ......"

A lot of muck fell from the top of my head, and a lot of it fell on my head, on my face.

I was buried alive by demons!

"Give me back the stuff and let me out! Let me out! "I grabbed the fallen branches and leaves with my hands and held them across my head to block the falling muck.

The demon stood at the edge of the three-meter-high pit and pushed the muck into my pit one by one. I remembered that the first time I saw it, it looked at it after walking a few steps outside the woods, and looked down after a few steps.

It turned out that it was inspecting the pit used to bury a fool like me!

I finally realized what it means to sell you, and you still help it count the money, isn't that what I mean!

"Bang Bang Bang Bang ......"

My head was still dizzy, and it was already a dark night outside, and I was lying in this three-meter-deep dirt pit, unable to see my fingers.

I couldn't see anything but the sound of demons bulldozing the earth and throwing branches and leaves overhead. I cried and screamed in the pit, but no one could save me except the demons who laughed at me wantonly on the top of the pit.

In a quarter of an hour, I was buried in a pit three meters high by a large amount of muck pushed into the pit by the evil spirits.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly there was a loud sound and pressure above my head. The downward pressure almost crushed my neck.

, I scolded.

This ghost is not stupid, it is jumping vigorously on the dirt pit. It must be a veteran, and knows that ghosts can never die in the underworld. It threw me in a pit and buried me solidly, and it could trap me here forever.

No, I'm done!

For ghosts, they have been in the pit for a hundred years, and they are fine for two hundred years. And I'm only half a ghost, and I've only had two days in the underworld. At some point in two days, I had to take a ghost bus back to the sun from here.

But if I can't get out......

Two days later, I would really be sucked up by the strong yin energy of the underworld, and the last trace of yang energy left in my body would be turned into a real ghost.

But I don't want to die like this, I don't want to stay in hell like this.

The oxygen in the pit is running out little by little, and I know that ghosts don't need to eat and drink in the underworld, so do they need to breathe oxygen?

I don't know if the ghosts of the underworld need to breathe, but my head is getting heavy now because of the decrease in oxygen in the pit.

Just now, the demons threw in a lot of branches and branches, and I blocked them overhead, and because of their blocking, I left a small space around me.

I had to figure out how to get out before I ran out of oxygen. Even if I don't leave the pit after the ghost is buried, I'm going to try to the death.

The downward pressure on the top of my head gradually decreased. After another half or so minutes, the pressure of the demon stepping down stopped.

I guess it may feel like the pit has been stomped on by it, and I, the new garbage ghost, have been crushed from the bottom of the pit and buried in the pit forever.

But what it didn't expect was that the leaves and branches it threw in were used by me, blocking the top of my head and separating a lot of muck. It gave me a little room to survive for the time being.

The demon really stopped, it was tired, or it took my food and went into the woods to eat.

Damn, I'm going to get the compass back!

Little by little, the oxygen here was gradually depleted by my breathing, and I had to hurry up and escape. The three-meter-high pit is not high, but it is not high, it is nothing more than the height of a one-story building.

There were a lot of branches above my head, and the soil on them was loose. I can't move too fast, I have to be light, or the top of my head will collapse.

I was surrounded by darkness that I couldn't see my fingers, and I could only rely on my senses, holding the branch above my head and the muck above it with my left hand, and digging a hole in the wall of the pit with my right hand that I could put my feet in and step on.

I cut out a hollow groove in the wall of the earth in front of me with my right hand, and I put my foot in it with my back against the strong soil, and I cut out another one on top of the groove, and then I inserted the other foot. With my back against the dirt behind me, I poured it upwards in a loop, and it didn't take long for me to be able to lift the muck on my head and see the light of day again.

After I cut out four empty grooves in my right hand in a row, my fingers suddenly hurt. Bear with it for now, and I'll change hands when I empty the fifth slot.

Beneath this oxygen-starved, extremely dark earth pit, I felt my hands scratching at the dirt wall in front of me.

Suddenly, there was a "click" sound.

In the darkness of the fingerless pit, the fingers of my right hand picked at something wooden in the hollow that I was picking. Yes, it feels like a wooden thing. Because, its feel is very different from the lump next to it.

Underneath the ground, wooden......

I wondered what that would be?

it! My hairs exploded.

Isn't this a coffin buried in the ground, right in front of me, close at hand?

My head was dizzy, don't be like that......