The fog was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no light at all. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Ye Jing's soul is almost blind now, and there are still intermittent weird laughter in his ears.

Ye Jingsoul ignored this, and according to the calculation in his heart, he moved forward, first walking towards the front and twenty-one steps, and then turning to the right and taking seven steps.

Ye Jing's soul suddenly stood still, motionless, slowing down and evening down his breathing rate, and actually counted the number of times he breathed in his heart.

"One breath, two breaths, three breaths...... Ye Jingsoul counted his breaths, while thinking of a possibility, raised his left wrist, put the watch close to his ear, and instantly heard the sound of "click" hands moving.

The time is starting to go! Ye Jingsoul was pleasantly surprised, the same as his own conjecture. The game I was trapped in was a panoramic game, and it even included a time factor.

Ye Jing's soul carried Lorilan on his back, stood motionless for nine breaths, and immediately turned forty-five degrees to the right and walked ahead.

As Ye Jingsoul walked, he put the watch to his ear again, and the hands stopped turning again.

"Sure enough." Ye Jing's soul said.

After walking fourteen steps, Ye Jingsoul stood still again, waited for five breaths, then took a step back, and then turned to the right and walked forward......

Ye Jing's soul carried Lorilan on his back, walking and stopping in the dark night, and the laughter in his ears still came from far and near.

I don't know how long I walked, Ye Jingsoul counted the last step, looked up at the sky, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Come out." ”

I saw that the dense fog around me had disappeared, and a white full moon hung in the sky again.

Ye Jingsoul was relieved, and glanced sideways at Lorilan, only to see Lolilan lying on Ye Jingsoul's body, her little head resting on his shoulder, her mouth slightly open, and she slept very sweetly with her breathing.

Ye Jingsoul withdrew his gaze and looked forward, only to see that in the night ahead, a faint smoke swirled, revealing a high and low fluctuation.

"The old tomb in the south of the city!" I went to the old grave like this.

Ye Jingsoul carried Lorilan on his back, walked towards the cemetery, crossed a mound, and came to the front of the cemetery.

Between the chaotic tombs, Ye Jingsoul suddenly saw something familiar.

"This ......"

Ye Jingsoul had a black line on his face, and he saw an electric car appear in front of him.

"So, have you been going around in circles here all along?" Ye Jing's soul said.

After a lot of hard work, he finally walked out and came to the old tomb in the south of the city, Ye Jingsoul breathed a deep sigh of relief.

But when he was trapped in the woods and fog before, that mysterious laughter still made Ye Jingsoul very uneasy. After coming out of the fog, the laughter disappeared out of thin air, but what was it that made the laughter?

A large cemetery stretched out in front of him in the night, and the faint white smoke swirled with ups and downs.

"Girl, are you still sleeping?" Ye Jingsoul turned his head sideways and said to Lorilan on his shoulder.

Lori whimpered and said, "Don't make noise with me, sleepy ......"

Ye Jingsoul squatted down, put Lorilan on a piece of soft turf, reached out and touched Lorilan's face, and subconsciously shook Lorilan's little hand. Looking at Lorilan's peaceful sleep, Ye Jing's heart felt inexplicably stable.

"You can rest a little longer, I'll ...... Graves were dug. Ye Jingsoul said, turned around and pulled the iron catalpa he brought from the electric car, and walked towards the depths of the cemetery.

Ye Jingsoul followed the clues left by the old man in his memory, walked through the cemetery, crossed the tombstones of the graves, and walked all the way to the depths.

When passing by a tomb, Ye Jingsoul suddenly felt a stuffiness in his chest, and looked at it with yin and yang eyes, only to see a faint green light lingering above the tomb.

"The yin qi is so heavy, it's going to be a corpse!"

Ye Jing's soul did not stay, with his current ability, he couldn't deal with the corpse transformation. What's more, Lorilan is still asleep, and she has to dig up the things before dawn and rush back.

Ye Jingsoul walked a few steps, turned back, looked at the tombstone, and silently wrote down the name on the tombstone.

The moon was very large, and the miserable white moonlight shone down, and Ye Jing's soul carried the iron catalpa on his back, walking among the smoky mounds, his body was covered with blood and dirty, and he looked like a ghost.

Ye Jingsoul turned around a grave, looked up at the moon, turned around again, and then looked down at a small grave pile without a tombstone in front of him.

Ye Jingsoul inserted the iron catalpa into the soil with a "brush" sound, and said, "If I remember correctly, this is it." ”

I saw that the mound was very small, and there were no tombstones. Apparently there was no one to worship or take care of it, and the mounds were overgrown with weeds.

Ye Jingsoul took a breath, pulled up the iron catalpa, and went towards the grave, digging up one shovel after another.

The grave is an old grave, I don't know how many years, I don't know how many wind and rain it has endured, and the soil surface has become extremely hard. After digging for a while, Ye Jing's soul was already sweating profusely, and his hands hurt.

In the middle of the night, when the white moon is in the sky, in the wilderness cemetery, the young man covered in blood, waving an iron catalpa, digging an old grave that no one worships.

With a "bang", the iron tree touched something hard.

"Coffin." Ye Jing said in his heart, stood up straight and wiped his sweat, "I finally dug it." ”

Ye Jing's soul was full of energy, waving the iron catalpa, and shoveled all the soil on the coffin to both sides, revealing the dark red coffin board.

Ye Jingsoul leaned down, brushed aside the broken soil scattered on the board, stretched out his hand and touched it, and his fingers had a rough texture.

It stands to reason that the coffin should be smooth when it is painted, but why is it rough?

Ye Jingsoul stood up again and grabbed the iron catalpa, cleared the surrounding soil again, and exposed the entire coffin board.

Ye Jingsoul squatted down, recalled the memory that the old man had left in his mind, and reconfirmed that this was indeed the position that the old man had asked him to find. After all, digging someone else's grave is not a good thing.

"On the teanalphala!" Ye Jingsoul shouted silently in his heart, which cleared the mud on the iron catalpa and inserted it into the crack at the joint of the coffin board.

Ye Jingsoul forced himself to calm down, but he was still nervous in his heart, and a few cold sweats broke out on his forehead, after all, what he was doing now was digging a grave and opening a coffin, and he was afraid that he would scare Ma Jin and others to death if he said it.

And what will be seen when the coffin is opened, Ye Jingsoul searched all over his memory, and he couldn't think of it, confirming that this old man had not told him.

According to the memory in his mind, the old man left a box for himself, and the box was in the dark red coffin. Whether there was anything else in the coffin besides the box, what was in the box, Ye Jingsoul had no clue at all.

Ye Jing's soul turned his heart sideways, held the iron catalpa with both hands, and pressed down with the weight of his body, only to hear two "squeaks", and the coffin board turned upwards and opened a large slit.

Ye Jingsoul pulled out the iron catalpa, walked to the other side, inserted the iron catalpa into it, and used the force to pry it up. After prying around the coffin like this, and making sure that the coffin nails were pulled up, Ye Jingsoul stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, but he didn't dare to bend down to lift the coffin lid.