Between the lightning and thunder, the wind blew stronger and stronger, and the old man was leaning on his body, moving with difficulty, and at some point, a buzzing sound suddenly came into his ears that did not belong here. ↑ Top Novel,

At first, he thought it was caused by his tinnitus, but the sound was very peculiar, and it was completely different from tinnitus.

He tilted his ear sideways for a moment to discern the source of the sound, the almost cacophony was behind him, and he could feel the voice slowly approaching him.

That's how he described the voice, it sounded like he was followed by a group of old and weak soldiers, and the crowd was running and gasping for breath.

"Damn, I'm old, I'm old, and I can't leave a whole corpse." Old Yu was surprised, out of instinctive reaction, he turned his head to look back, and the next moment, he turned his head back stiffly.

It's not that he believed Da Meng's words, it's just that he can't have the courage to turn back, even if he has the courage to take a look, he doesn't have it now, and even he quietly turned off the flashlight, stuck his back against the cold stone wall, and supported the opposite stone wall with his feet, and pulled out the only self-defense machete.

At this moment, he was sure that his consciousness was awake.

A lightning bolt fell, followed by a thunderstorm, as if it sounded close to the scalp of the old man, and he finally swept around with the determination to die with the moment of lightning.

It's strange that there are only white bones emerging from the tip in front of me, the ink-colored night sky, and the black stone wall winding forward like a giant mouth.

But he was sure that the gasps that overlapped in one place were real, and that they were still approaching him. It was some very weak-sounding breath, slowly walking along the shroud ditch, because there were too many of these breaths, so it seemed a little messy, if you had to compare it, it would be like a bunch of people who were stuck in their necks and couldn't breathe, they could only stare at their eyes and gasp helplessly.

Rao is old man is well-informed, and his courage is different from ordinary people, at this time, he is also like a headless fly, hide, there is no hiding place in the bare shroud ditch, run, and there is no fast coming from those voices, don't run, he doesn't know what kind of accident will happen in the next moment.

This fear has exceeded the limit of human tolerance, it is not that you can convince yourself not to be afraid by putting life and death aside, the Chinese fear of ghosts and gods is a custom that has been passed down for thousands of years.

As the sound became louder and louder, this made the back of the old man Yutou like a hair, extremely itchy, indescribable fear, and this fear has not been broken, and the hearing is becoming more and more real, and even a certain sound seems to be on his side, until he can't tell when, all the sounds are amplified in his ears together.

What scared him was the white bones at the bottom of the ditch, and as these sounds approached, they actually caved out in the light, making a crackling cracking sound, as if thousands of horses were trampling at the same time, and those white bones were moaning in pain.

"Geist! It seems that what Dameng said is true. When Lao Yutou felt a cool air blowing in his ears, he sharply aimed the machete in his hand at his arm, and then, gritting his teeth, pulled it down.

Soon, Lao Yutou felt the blood on his arm spurting out, and his whole arm was cold and numb.

He thought his blood would push back the voices that approached him, but after he bled out, he felt like everything had gotten worse and worse. The sound heard was not only wheezing, but also the sound of chaotic footsteps, as if he was about to be wrapped in a sea of people.

"You can't die if you want to, old guy run, what are you waiting for." The old man had no time to stop the bleeding, and crawled forward with his painful arm.

It's just that he felt that his legs were heavy as if they were filled with lead, and in a panic, his head kept hitting the bare stones, but he couldn't care about it so much now.

Suddenly, several flashes exploded at the same time, and the old man clearly saw that more than ten meters in front of him, dense, all black shadows draped in sacks, like maggots on a dead man, turning back and forth, squeezing each other together, running around like him.

Spirits, also known as tomb ghosts, are said to refuse to let go of their loved ones.

Tomb ghosts are ghosts among ghosts, and they are evil.

Tomb ghosts mainly refer to those tarsal souls, people are not willing to go to the underworld after death, with a strong desire to survive and negative energy wandering in the world, often their obsession is very strong, it is said that even bloodthirsty zombies after encountering tomb ghosts, also go around.

Of course, these are all things that Lao Yutou heard in the mouths of the old people who have been ancient, and combined with his own speculation for so many years, he has a general understanding of the ghosts, and the tomb ghosts are also ghosts, but they are not exactly the same, because the tomb ghosts carry a wisp of life thoughts.

Ordinary ghosts are different, once they leave their bodies, it won't take long for them to be separated by yin and yang, forgetting their memories before they were alive, and retaining them as a kind of negative energy until they completely disappear.

And these tomb ghosts in front of him were obviously walking purposefully, but fortunately, these tomb ghosts never looked up at people, which made the trembling old man get a trace of peace.

At this time, Lao Yutou was also like a walking corpse mixed in the black shadows, only a few minutes later, Lao Yutou saw that his body was full of those black-clothed people in front of and behind, draped in a sack that was torn to the wisps, his hair was waist-length, and his entire head was wrapped, even if he was swept up by the wind, all he could see was a face that looked like it was being burned alive, and it was pitch black, and there was no trace of his facial features at all.

Lao Yutou's biggest worry now is that a certain tomb ghost suddenly raises his head, if he is identified as the target of the search, then his fate will be the same as that of Xiao Meng, who will be tortured to death, where he would not have thought that Xiao Meng was replaced by some tomb ghost ghosts.

As for those who are missing, perhaps, it is also related to these grave ghosts.

Lao Yutou turned his brain quickly, thinking of all the ways to deal with it, suddenly, a tomb ghost closest to him actually stopped, Lao Yutou was almost scared half to death, he wanted to take a detour, but the shroud ditch was too narrow, he felt that he was now in the sky and had no way to enter the ground, and wanted to take a few steps back, but the tomb ghosts that kept pouring over behind him made him dare not look back at all.

"Click." The tomb ghost slowly turned its neck, and the next moment, suddenly a white hand stretched out from the broken sack and began to ruffle his hair.

This made Lao Yutou think of something suddenly, and hurriedly took out the hand bone from his arms, faced the black face, and handed the hand bone over.

He didn't know what Da Meng had given him this before the temporary moment, but he had thought of it out of pure instinct for survival.

"Squeak." A mouth was split on the black face, making a piercing sound, as if laughing, and through that mouth, the old man could see the other party's vertebrae and green teeth.

However, the harsh laughter is only the beginning.

Old Yu didn't see clearly how the face appeared in front of his eyes, cold breathing flashed, and then the lightning shone, he clearly saw the tissue of that face, it was half of the face, the other half was made of monkey skin, and the broken blood vessels could be faintly seen.

The key is to look down from the chin, the tomb ghost only has the skeleton of the clothes Bai Sensen, and the old man realizes that he has been discovered.

Holding back his panicked heart, he withdrew his chest, closed his breath, and waited with his eyes closed.

The foul-smelling face was close to him, as if looking for something, turning his neck back and forth, breathing fast and slow, a cool breath slowly seeping down his pores and wounds.

This time is very long, and the old man can't say it clearly.

It was only at the moment when he opened his eyes that he found that all the tomb ghosts had stopped, so Jiang was still old and spicy, and at the moment of last moment, Lao Yu actually followed those examples, quickly lowered his head, and used a machete to make his hair and beard shredded, blocking his eyes. However, he forcibly held his breath and anxiety down.

For the first time in his life, Lao Yutou prayed for the Bodhisattva, until the black-pressed group of tomb ghosts began to move forward again, and he also pretended to be one of the tomb ghosts, slowly moving his trembling legs.

"Sounds like a joke, the Grave Ghost let you go so easily?" I patted the old man on the shoulder.

"So? Am I not giving enough? After being taken aback, the old man said aggrievedly.

"And in the end? Doesn't this story have an ending? ”

"Hey, I really don't want to mention it." The old man sighed, pointed to the inside of the shroud ditch, and then said: "I inadvertently followed those tomb ghosts into a stone cave, and waited in it for two days before I dared to sneak out. ”