Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Trap

The door slammed shut in front of me and Zhan, and we both lay on the gate with exhaustion, unable to say a word except for the wheezing and panting.

What kind of human work is this? Especially since the two of us are still disabled!

But before I could slow down, I felt Ah Zhan pat me on the shoulder, ignoring him, and he patted again. I was so annoyed that I wanted to ask him what was the matter, but he preemptively said, "What's the matter?" ”

"What's the matter? I want to ask you! ”

"Then what are you tapping me on the shoulder?"

"I didn't shoot you, obviously you filmed me! It's you on my shoulder—" I stopped.

There was silence, no one spoke, and no one moved.

Something must be wrong, and it's best not to move at this time!

The two flashlights were at his feet, and in the staggered pillars of light, the bloodwood sword lay silently. It's all within reach, but it's as unattainable as it is far away.

The silence around us was so abnormal, and I realized that just now the three of us juniors were so fierce, but Uncle Bao has been silent.

Is something wrong? But why?

It stands to reason that this female ghost has lost Neidan, and no matter how deep the resentment of revenge is, it won't be able to make any tricks. Moreover, Uncle Bao has gone through so many winds and waves, and he is cautious, how can he be easily tricked when he looks confident just now? But the fact is that the two of us are now standing with our backs to the tomb, and the situation behind us is very wrong!

The danger is all around us!

'Hmm'

Uncle Bao's voice suddenly came out, but this voice was obviously muffled, as if he was caught by someone, and desperately conveyed to us the cry of help, the warning!

At the moment when this voice came out, Ah Zhan suddenly squatted down and grabbed the bloodwood sword, but as soon as the tips of his fingers touched the sword body, his body suddenly fell backwards, and then suddenly hung in the air!

I was startled, and instinctively followed the track, only to see Ah Zhan being hung in the air. Because the flashlight had all fallen to the ground, and the roof of the tomb was so high that the light could not reach it, I couldn't see Ah Zhan's upper body, only his legs struggling desperately, but he had nowhere to focus, dangling in the air.

Around him, and in front of my eyes, there were clumps of long black hair, as if they had grown from the roof of the tomb, and had grown quietly everywhere in the time we were trying to close the door. And it was so long that it hung down to my shoulder, and it swung around automatically without wind, as if patting me on the shoulder.

My first instinct was to rush over and grab the Bloodwood Sword, but it was okay for me not to move, and as soon as I moved, the long hair consciously wrapped around my newly bent waist and lifted me up in the air!

It wrapped around me so tightly that I couldn't even breathe, and my ribs began to hurt so much that I had to use that good hand to grab the restraint around my waist to keep my balance. When I touched it, I only felt that my hands were wet and sticky, and I felt like I would move, which made my heart numb!

Resisting the feeling of vomiting, I grabbed the hair as hard as I looked around. Sure enough, I saw Ah Zhan opposite me, and because of the parallel relationship between everyone, I finally saw his situation.

He was a little worse than me, he was strangled around his neck by the strange long black hair, but he stretched out his uninjured hand, raised it to the top of his head and held the upper end, so that the weight of his body was concentrated on his own hand, and he would not be strangled to death. But despite this, the long black hair did not let go, so he could not take the next step.

I didn't speak, but I asked him with my eyes, and with the tacit understanding cultivated since childhood, he understood what I was asking, "Where is Uncle Bao?" ”

He nodded his chin downward.

I looked down and saw the black coffin that came straight into my eyes!

A whole bunch of things had happened since we entered the burial chamber, and we only knew that the lid of the coffin was open, but we hadn't had a chance to study what it looked like inside. At this time, we were above, and there was a flashlight that happened to be hanging on the left side of the coffin, so that we could see clearly.

According to Uncle Bao's judgment, as well as the clothing and behavior of the female ghost and the funeral maid, this tomb is at least a hundred years old. But at this time, the apricot yellow silk lining in the coffin was still dazzling and bright, as if it had been woven yesterday, just like the red gorgeous shroud. The delicate embroidery on the red clothes, the jewels and jade piled up near the chest, shone in the light of the flashlight, as if the brilliance on the silk and jewelry was flowing, and people couldn't help but want to touch it.

There was a strange corpse in the coffin, saying that she was a corpse because she was lying in it and did not move; It is said that she is strange because there are two hand bones protruding there, and she has been scratching the inner wall of the coffin, constantly groping on the boards on both sides of the coffin, making a 'hiss-la-his' sound, which is extremely harsh!

Also, I couldn't see her face - because there was a man standing at the head of the coffin, leaning over and looking in!

Judging from the person's clothes and figure, it seems that it is Uncle Bao.

He lay motionless on the wall, as if he were studying the face of the female corpse very carefully, but if he looked closely, he would see that something was wrong.

His back was tense, and his hands grabbed the walls on both sides of the coffin, not as if he was holding on to keep his balance, but as if he was desperately trying to support himself from falling inside!

Also, he didn't speak, he didn't say anything except the 'hmm' he had just barely made, and if you looked closely, you could see that he was shaking, as if there was a huge suction force in the coffin, and he was trying his best to pull his body back to get rid of the clamp!

What happened to Uncle Bao? What happened when we weren't looking? Did he follow the path of the female ghost?

Looking at that, he seems to be fighting with the corpse in the coffin, and neither side has the upper hand, and he is in a stalemate and confrontation!

I looked at Ah Zhan in horror, and saw that he was gritting his teeth, trying to lift his broken arm, not knowing what to do, his face was dripping with sweat, and he was obviously enduring great pain!

Although the situation was urgent, I also knew that he was messing around. No matter how resolute his personality is and how tenacious his will is, the absolute trauma of his physiology will not make his injured arm much help, and if he can't beat the female ghost when he turns around, he may become crippled! So I had an idea, and when I saw that the two of us were only more than a meter apart, I held back the pain, and swung towards him with strength in my waist and abdomen.

I kicked him in the foot to keep him from moving, and then swung harder and harder, slowly approaching him. Once, no, twice, no, three, no, fourth, not yet, until the fifth, finally swinging in front of him, so close that I almost hit his face!

I grabbed the top end of his hair and stabilized myself while putting my feet under his feet to give him a place to focus. Because the two of us were about the same height, and after I swung over, the position was a little higher, so he had to curl up a little bit to do it, which also relied on the tacit understanding we had cultivated over the years and fought with people countless times.

That way I would be able to transfer his weight to myself, that is, not to let him hang alive, and to free his uninjured hand so that he could do something to turn things around. Now we are at an absolute disadvantage, Bao Datong's life and death outside are uncertain, Uncle Bao and the female ghost restrain each other and can't move, and Ah Zhan and I are hung sausages here!

Ah Zhan thought for a moment, then drew a talisman in the void, and stretched out his index and middle fingers to scratch the strange black hair hanging from him, as if to cut it. But instead of breaking, the thing writhed as if it felt pain, and I almost let go. So, he had to change the charm and continue the experiment, but it was still unsuccessful.

At that time, his level was very vegetable, and he had to think about it before drawing a talisman, and he even tossed it several times, but it had no effect at all, and the reaction of the nervousness, pain, and the life-like demon hair was getting bigger and bigger, all of which made us both tired and sweaty, breathing heavily, but still didn't get rid of the clamps.

"You wait, I'll burn it with fire!" He suddenly shouted, startling me.

I thought to myself, aren't you looking for bad luck? If the female ghost knew that we were trying to escape, wouldn't it be to strengthen the control? Wouldn't we be even more unable to get rid of it?

"You catch it, I'll go down and get the bloody wooden sword and kill this harmful thing!" He ignored my silence and continued to speak loudly.

I saw that he didn't care about it, and I was so anxious that I almost hit my head, but before my head hit, I suddenly understood Ah Zhan's intentions. After we were attacked, we kept thinking about how to escape, so we subconsciously wanted to keep quiet. But if you think about it carefully, this is a psychological blind spot, because Uncle Bao and the female ghost are currently clamping each other, and no one can move, even if we quarrel, she can't control us.

Moreover, as far as the current situation is concerned, Uncle Bao has gradually fallen behind. His head had been thrust into the coffin, and his two hands were twisted and deformed from the exertion. If we speak out at this time and signal that we want to regain our freedom, this is not only an encouragement to Uncle Bao, but also a blow to the female ghost, and the situation may be reversed instantly!

"Okay, I'll help you!" I also responded loudly.

Zhan nodded and continued to do his 'cutting' experiment, while I struggled to support his weight, and engaged in psychological warfare while talking nonsense while paying attention to the situation below.

Below, Uncle Bao's head, which had been stuck in the coffin, was slowly returning to the outside, but his hands were more twisted, and his body was trembling even more, obviously using the greatest strength to get out of control. But of course, the opponent will not admit defeat easily, so Uncle Bao's actions are simply like a see-saw - pulled down and pulled back, then up and down again, and never able to leave completely.

"Come on, Uncle Bao!" I shouted, feeling anxious, and I felt like I was about to collapse, so I wouldn't be able to support Zhan anymore!

Before I could see what was going on, I saw Uncle Bao's body flying backwards and hitting the wall behind him, with blood on the corner of his mouth and panting, as if he had suffered a serious internal injury.

The female ghost in the coffin turned over and sat up, looking up at me, and the angle was just right for us to look at each other in the air. I saw that her face had returned to that Japanese Kabuki state, terrifyingly white, her eyebrows were terrifyingly black, and at this moment she was even more red spots, and at first sight, I knew that Uncle Bao had sprayed blood on her face!

Could it be that Uncle Bao used some blood-spraying method to get rid of her, or did she injure Uncle Bao?

I looked at Uncle Bao again suspiciously, and saw that his face was pale, no worse than the female ghost, and it seemed that he was so weak that it was difficult to even stand up!

His collar was also open, and he tried to move, and something fell out of his bosom, and rolled into the corner of the wall with a grunt, and everywhere he went, there was a beautiful white light, and in the darkness it swept across the ground like a silver coin, and it was the female ghost's Nedan!

"Go and grab the yang eye, you must not let her get it!" Uncle Bao struggled for a while, but still didn't stand up, and sat down again, so he could only shout at us.

Before I could speak, I saw the female ghost suddenly stand up, jump out of the coffin, and chase after the inner dan. I don't know if she was also injured in the fight with Uncle Bao, she was walking slowly and chasing after her, and the speed was not fast.

"Ah Zhan!" My name is.

"That's it!" Zhan answered, and as he responded, I felt the pressure on my body drop sharply, and Zhan had jumped steadily to the ground. It turned out that he finally cut off the demon hair at the most critical moment!

The female ghost had already chased after Yang Yan, and Ah Zhan fell behind her, obviously half a beat slower, so as soon as I saw him rush to the door opposite to Yang Yan, I knew that he was trying to take the bloodwood sword. If he had the Bloodwood Sword in his hand, even if the female ghost recaptured Nedan, he would have a chance to win!

"Sunny eyes! She must not be allowed to get her eyes back! Uncle Bao shouted hoarsely and struggled to get up, obviously anxious to the point of no return. And Ruan Zhan over there also got the bloodwood sword, and he was rushing towards the female ghost!

The female ghost had already chased after the yang eye, and she didn't bend down to pick it up, but only reached out and grabbed it in the air, and the treasure with a faint silver light was sucked into her palm!

At this time, Ah Zhan had already come to her back, and no matter what the situation was, he held a blood wood sword the size of a dagger and stabbed straight through!

"Be careful!" I screamed, afraid that he would fight desperately regardless of life or death.

But I only heard a 'chirp' in my ears, and I saw a flower in front of me, only to see the female ghost like a collapsed building, quickly staggered to the ground, leaving only a pile of gorgeous clothes!

What's going on? Ah Zhan killed her? How is it so fast?!

The sudden change in the situation made me stunned there, forgetting that I was still hanging, and I couldn't help but let go of my hand, and I was swung back again!

"I haven't stabbed her yet!" Ah Zhan said, his voice was also full of surprise.

"Of course!" Uncle Bao replied, and then let me see a second accident - he easily stood up and wiped the blood from his lips as if he had not been hurt at all.

Ah Zhan glanced at Uncle Bao, and also felt that the matter was calculated by his old man, and was a little displeased, "Although you are an elder, you also need to explain." ”

"Don't be in a hurry, young man, listen to me tell you slowly. Hehe! Uncle Bao said good-naturedly, "I'm not for no reason, you will approve of my approach after hearing it!" ”

"Listen up."

"Hey, get me down first, I'm still hanging!" I interjected to remind them that I, the man who had helped a lot, was still in dire straits.

Ah Zhan looked up at me, this time there was no use in thinking, there was no experiment, he directly drew a talisman in the void, cut off the demon hair wrapped around my waist, and didn't want to think that I was a disabled person with broken ribs and wrist bones, and he fell me off the ground without any excess. Fortunately, I usually like to exercise, and my legs are quite strong, and Uncle Bao helped me from the side, otherwise I might break another rib.

"Amazing boy, I've only used it once, and my ability can improve so quickly!" Uncle Bao praised Ah Zhan.

"Let's go and save Bao Datong first!" I kindly asked the question.

"He's fine." Uncle Bao replied, "Our father and son have telepathy. He said and turned to look at Zhan, "You will be the same in the future, you will have telepathy with people who are important to you." ”

"But what's going on?" Ah Zhan pointed to the ground.

Where his finger was pointing, the red clothes suddenly squirmed!