The yellow mud road in front was gray, and the gloomy woods on both sides were affected, which seemed to be haze and dense fog, and was squeezed onto the yellow mud road, causing a section of the yellow mud road near the gray front road to be even darker.

The supernatural is interfering with the surrounding environment.

"Yang Jian, there is a situation."

Yang Xiaohua held two flashlights, and the light emitted from them could not illuminate the surroundings, but could only illuminate a distance of one or two meters in front of them.

Zhou Deng stared at the gray road ahead, looking a little distressed, as if he couldn't think of anything.

Someone helped him think about it, though.

"It's over, this is a large-scale incident abroad that happened a while ago, an S-class supernatural incident, and a murder in an art museum." A young ghost rider following the coffin shouted, "There can be no mistake with this gray ghost." ”

S-class supernatural events are very rare, and when you count them globally, they are not enough for both hands. Moreover, the most basic condition for an S-class supernatural event is that it will cause harm to the entire city in the shortest possible time.

This huge range of supernatural will have a great impact on the surroundings, and it is impossible to hide it from outsiders, so in terms of intelligence data sharing, it will be more open than the permissions of some inconspicuous C-level and B-level supernatural events.

This young ghost rider learned information from the ghost rider's website.

Zhou Deng paused, took out the human skin mask without saying a word, and was ready to wear it at any time.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "Don't care about these details, let's continue to move forward." ”

"I can't go, it's an S-class supernatural event ahead, and I don't want to accompany you to death." Zhou Deng gritted his teeth and said, gesturing to put down the coffin in his hand.

Liu Qingqing stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand to catch the coffin, and glared: "Whose funeral will put the coffin down in the middle!" Are you trying to kill everyone? ”

After taking over, the red coffin was unexpectedly light, and even she could lift it easily.

A ghost handler innocently said: "I'm the same as Zhou Deng, I won't leave, who knows if I can get out if I fall in." ”

Yang Jian frowned, he didn't expect that the influence of ghost paintings could already make these people so scared that they couldn't move forward.

Although the murder incident in a foreign art museum was rated as an S-level supernatural incident, the first time he heard about this ghost was after Liang Xingyang imprisoned the ghost painting, and he didn't know much about the horror of the ghost painting.

Liu Qingqing snorted coldly: "You don't need to come with you in the first place, this is our messenger's mission." Since you want to leave, let's get out of here. ”

The eagle frowned and said nothing about it.

He said, "What is this terrible ghost's ability? ”

"I don't know much, after all, it's impossible to share all the information abroad. To put it simply, a ghost comes out of the painting, and anyone who has seen the painting will be attacked, in order to solve this incident, there is already a top team of ghost riders who have been damaged, and we are really not enough to see. The ghost rider explained.

The eagle said, "Then we will not be attacked if we are blindfolded." ”

"I can't even see the road clearly when I'm blindfolded, and it's even harder to get out of the ghost." The ghost rider looked like a fool, but the eagle was just an ordinary person, so he didn't laugh at him.

The eagle looked embarrassed, he didn't mind being ridiculed, but he couldn't solve the problem, it would delay their mission to deliver the letter.

No matter how dangerous the road ahead, they had to bury the coffin.

If left unchecked, the corpse of the old man in the coffin will be revived, and it will be equivalent to them voluntarily giving up sending the letter.

Wang Feng said in a sinister manner: "Don't say anything cool, if you could get out of this ghost forest, you would have run away a long time ago." I don't want to go to the funeral with us, if we fail, when the body of the old man in the coffin escapes, you all have to bury us. ”

Da Qiang glanced sideways at Wang Feng, frowned, turned around and said in a sincere tone: "Wang Feng's words are the truth, if everyone doesn't work together, there is no hope of survival." ”

One more person has more strength, not to mention that there are eight ghost handlers here, and Yang Jian takes the lead, more than a dozen people are definitely no worse than the top ghost master team.

The faces of the seven ghost riders suddenly became extremely ugly.

From the moment the bus turned off, there was actually no choice but to follow these messengers all the way to the dark.

This was also calculated in advance.

If no one interferes with the prediction, then everything will follow a fixed trajectory in some calculations, and it will be used as a pawn.

"Let's go!"

Yang Jian still didn't explain, holding the coffin with one hand, Liu Qingqing held the coffin behind him, and took the lead to continue walking forward.

Zhou Deng put on the human skin mask and walked with the team without saying a word, as if he was not the one who refused to carry the coffin before.

Identity has changed, and he is now a ghost.

With this layer of insurance, he has the capital to break through.

The seven ghost riders even dared to get on the supernatural bus in order to survive, although the two sides had a little disagreement, they didn't take Liu Qingqing's words to heart, and hurriedly followed.

As we went deeper and deeper, something unusual appeared in the surrounding woods.

Even though there was no wind, the trees were swaying, as if someone was deliberately shaking the trunks, and the frequency was very regular, one after another.

This supernatural phenomenon seems to be sending the old man on his last ride.

"Do you want to speed up, or I'm afraid something will come out of it." Liu Qingqing said suddenly.

Yang Jian refused: "No need, there will be no accidents on the road, as long as there is no delay in the burial, there will be no abnormal situation in this ghost forest." ”

Liu Qingqing was puzzled: "Where did Liang Xingyang go, this is what he told you?" How much do you know about my situation? ”

Yang Jian did not answer.

"I just want to live, why should I be at the mercy of others. Yang Jian, I'm really unwilling. Liu Qingqing gritted her teeth and said resentfully.

Yang Jian reminded: "You told me on the fourth floor of the post office that you were once eroded by powerful ghosts, and in the end there was only a layer of skin left, and you only survived after wearing a cheongsam." Some debts do not need to be repaid, but the time has not yet come. ”

After Liu Qingqing listened, his eyes became even more resentful: "Why, you have the opportunity to become a ghost handler, this red cheongsam is also a powerful ghost, and I am also a ghost handler, but I have to be at the mercy of others like a puppeteer." ”

Yang Jian didn't speak anymore, Liu Qingqing couldn't listen to what he said at all, maybe whoever was in her situation couldn't listen to the comfort of others.

Beyond the darkness in the ghost forest, everyone walked along the yellow mud road into the gray area.

"Huh?"

Yang Jian's face was shocked, and as soon as he walked into the ghost painting of the ghost snake, the nine ghost eyes that were wandering in his body immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile.

Yang Xiaohua held two flashlights to illuminate the way ahead, but the light unexpectedly hit a pair of vague embroidered shoes, the hand holding the flashlight trembled, and moved up slightly, it was a blurry red dress, the most eye-catching thing was the hand in front of him, these hands were white and real, as if emitting a faint white light.

Resignedly, she turned on the light and illuminated the woman's face, revealing a perfect, almost unreal face.

This is He Yuelian's face.

According to the stolen memories of Zhang Xianguang, Liang Xingyang used the supernatural spirit of the wishing ghost to perfectly shape it.

The woman in the ghost painting originally had blurred facial features, but the spirit of the wishing ghost shaped the face of the ghost bride before her death.

He Yuelian's face was portrayed by Zhang Xianguang according to the face of the ghost bride, so it was exactly the same.

Just when everyone was terrified.

"Bang."

Yang Jian was stunned, and suddenly there was a knocking sound in his ears.

There was a strange noise in the red coffin, as if someone was locked in and was getting out.

"Liu Qingqing, this ghost will definitely not attack us, speed up and bury the coffin as soon as possible." Yang Jian's face changed.

Liu Qingqing's face was a little confused, as if he was sleepwalking, his eyes revealed a numbness and emptiness, and he sighed: "Yuelian, you are still flawless, this is the last time we will meet in this life." ”

A long sigh.

This tone of speech is as if Zhang Youhong is there in person.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Liang Xingyang's eyes, and he didn't respond, standing quietly on the side of the road motionless.

If Zhang Youhong can be deceived, there should be no problem in fooling the corpse in the coffin.

The photo in the frame on the wall of Room 301 is what Zhang Dong looked like when he was young, handsome and young, full of mystery, like a noble son.

The old man of the ancient house is the old Zhang Dong.

Two people with perfect looks? By having to be reminiscent.

The other side.

Yang Jian's face was solemn, but he didn't expect Liu Qingqing to be strange at this time.

"Bang bang."

The strange noises in the coffin are getting louder and more frequent, and it seems that he is unwilling to be buried at the moment, and wants to come out to see the old man.

The woman in the ghost painting appeared in the funeral procession, causing a huge change in the coffin, and the body had woken up, but it was suppressed by the coffin, otherwise it would have been revived.

Yang Jian no longer stayed, no longer planning to wake up Liu Qingqing, holding the coffin with one hand, in order to prevent the corpse from continuing to recover, he went straight past the woman in the ghost painting and ran forward quickly.

Eagle, Da Qiang, Wang Feng, Yang Xiaohua lowered their heads, their hands and feet were weak for a while, but they still followed Yang Jian with their heads covered and rushed forward.

Everyone knows that as long as the killing law of the ghost is not triggered, then it is safe.

Yang Jian was not attacked by the ghosts, as long as they learned to do it, there was a probability to avoid danger.

Zhou Deng and the seven ghost handlers also rushed with their heads covered, no one dared to stop, and no one wanted to deal with this powerful ghost.

Liu Qingqing's performance just now was like an illusion, and after recovering his strength, he ran away with everyone.

Liang Xingyang had a look of helplessness on his face, it was obvious that this image frightened everyone except Yang Jian, but he would never open his mouth to explain.

He followed.

However, his movement was rather strange, and his body basically didn't move much, as if the camera was constantly pulling in the distance, and he was far behind the funeral procession.

The group ran wildly with their heads covered, and soon came to the end of the yellow mud road, in a clearing in the middle of the ghost forest.

Five graves, old and new, with many stories buried.

However, only when the old story ends, does a new story begin.

Yang Jian put down the red coffin, came to the fifth grave, picked up the iron catalpa that had been prepared in advance, and began to dig on the spot.

The ghost's strength was so great that he dug up the tombstone buried in the ground, and it was only then that the messengers and ghost riders, who had been a step slower, hurried in.

The red coffin shook violently.

Yang Jian frowned, threw away the iron catalpa, and the pitch-black shadow under his feet directly covered a piece of dirt and moved it to the side, the efficiency of the ghost shadow was very high, and it didn't take a minute for a big pit to be dug.

Zhou Deng also came to help, carrying the red coffin that was shaking violently directly into the pit.

Hurriedly buried, filled with soil, and erected a tombstone.

After all this, the funeral is a happy end.

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