My name is Zhang Han, I seem to have been entangled by a strange or a supernatural thing, it made me go to a village and I understand that the village is not simple, I have paid the price for my carelessness, in this treacherous recovery of the world, misfortune is the norm, fate can not get rid of anyone......

Trick has already begun to attack himself, and no matter where he stands in this misty ghost realm, he will judge that he is standing in front of him.

The way to crack this ghost domain now is to use this scythe to bring the monster back to its original place, but the premise of using this scythe is that you have to mark the ghost first.

Connect the tail of the handle of the sickle to the tail of the spear using assimilation, so that when using the limited ability of the spear, the spirit of the scythe can be used to mark the old man of the Republic of China.

This idea came to mind when Zhang Han was making the spear, but he was not sure if it would work.

"It would be nice if there was a ghost domain in the assimilation of the treacherous realm..."In the world of mysterious recovery, there is no ghost domain, and in the ghost domain of the ghost domain or the ghost domain of the trickster, it is like a lamb to the slaughter, no matter how much you struggle, you can't return to the sky, but Zhang Han has a powerful supernatural thing, and the chances of surviving here will be greatly improved.

The ability to assimilate the trick is very strong and incomprehensible, but Zhang Han's current assimilation trick seems to be just a core puzzle piece, and the horror level is not so high, and the supernatural that can be assimilated is also very limited.

After going up the stairs, Zhang Han wanted to walk directly to the room where the old man was violently revived, but halfway through, Zhang Han's body suddenly stiffened, and the spear in his left hand quickly stabbed back.

Before the withered and rotten hand was about to touch himself, the long gun was also on the old man's chest, "Then lose both!" Zhang Han shouted, and as the spear stabbed forward, the hand that the old man was about to touch himself also dissipated into mist, and then his body also fell into the mist.

"Not good!" Zhang Han's pupils dilated, and the spear that stabbed out was immediately retracted, and then with a twist of his wrist, the sickle split the mist and slashed behind him.

As the thin figure that was quickly condensed by the fog behind him dissipated, Zhang Han retreated backwards and leaned his back against the wall.

I saw that Zhang Han's face was covered with cold sweat at this time, and the misty ghost domain interfered with his perception, and if he didn't pay attention to this kind of constant attack, he would lie on the board.

Zhang Han had already paid the price of one hand for his carelessness before, and it would not be an arm to be hit by the curse of death again this time.

Putting away the spear, Zhang Han continued to walk towards the half-open door.

Pushing open the door, the first thing I saw was a big red coffin, the coffin board had fallen to the floor at this time, and there was a huge corpse kneeling on the ground next to the coffin.

"This is what Old Song Tou said about a few of his friends." Zhang Han stared at these corpses, and then scanned other places, there was nothing in the house except this coffin, "Impossible, how can there be no things to store items, this should be a bedroom." ”

Zhang Han didn't approach the big red coffin, but only walked around the room before casting his eyes on the coffin.

"There is nothing in the coffin out of this room, not even the secret rules commonly used in ancient times, and it seems that there are spirits around the coffin, and if you get close, you will kneel."

Kneel and die!

Looking at the several corpses in front of the coffin, Zhang Han could only think of this law in his mind, crying and mourning, this is the supernatural that Zhang Han can associate with it.

"I didn't expect so many terrifying things to appear in the small city of Dachang, which is worthy of the city where the protagonist is located, but this mountain village was not mentioned in the original book."

When Zhang Han was thinking, the big red coffin suddenly changed, and he saw that the coffin emitted a hazy red light, and the strange fog in the entire room was infected by this red light and turned into a strange red.

At the same time, Zhang Han instantly felt an incomparable pressure pressing down on him like a mountain.

The blood-red mist next to Zhang Han condensed into a thin figure, which was the old man of the Republic of China.

The assimilation trick in Zhang Han's body was constantly assimilating the power that invaded him, and the dry and rotten hand of the old man of the Republic of China slowly stretched out as if it were himself, as if he was laughing at his own incompetence, as if he was letting himself experience the arrival of death, his hand stretched very slowly...

"Damn, let's talk about martial arts." Zhang Han's only remaining right hand stretched out, black light flashed, and a scarlet spear appeared in Zhang Han's hand.

Because the distance was very close, the big red coffin was not only suppressing itself, but also suppressing the old man of the Republic of China, so this time the old man was stabbed by Zhang Han's spear before he could react.

The scythe and spear head were activated, and the old man stood there for a long time before he dissipated into a thick fog.

"It's out, but it doesn't matter." With a twist of the wrist, the sickle slashed from top to bottom, and the figure of the old man of the Republic of China flashed again, and the sickle changed the direction of the split because Zhang Han was suppressed by the coffin, and did not split the old man in half, but chopped off the old man's right hand.

After the previous attacks, Zhang Han was very sure that the strange spirit with his back was on this right hand, and he wanted to bend down to pick it up, but at this time, the suppression of the red coffin increased again, and Zhang Han knelt down to the ground, but Zhang Han did not follow the coffin, but took advantage of the situation to lie down.

Although the curse was not triggered, the supernatural erosion from the red coffin became more severe.

Moving his body forward, Zhang Han tore open the strip of cloth on his right hand, took the right hand of the old man of the Republic of China who was cut off by himself, and pressed it on the wound on the broken arm.

The cold, tingling sensation hit, Zhang Han only felt his heart shrink suddenly, and endless pain rushed from his right arm to his brain.

Just as the pain struck, Assimilation gave up assimilating the power that had invaded from the Red Coffin, and began to assimilate his right arm.........