Chapter 129

Zhang Chuanshi's sudden voice frightened everyone, and the lantern in Pang Zhixian's hand fell to the ground instantly.

With the sound of a 'clang', the bean-sized flame was extinguished by the lamp that had been smashed down.

The flame that was not bright enough was extinguished in an instant.

Fan Bid's mentality collapsed, and he almost failed to hold the lantern in his hand.

Pang Zhixian's mind was blank, and he almost instinctively wanted to bend down to pick up the lamp.

But his legs were so stiff that he couldn't squat at all.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng stretched out his hand and pulled him:

"No need to pick it up, the ghost tomb has arrived."

Her words not only brought people extreme fear, but in this endless fear, it seemed to be weird and made people feel faintly relieved.

“……”

This feeling is very complicated, Pang Zhixian boasts of reading poetry and books, but he doesn't know how to describe it.

"Your Excellency—" He was scared.

Approaching the ghost tomb, the sound of 'bells' around them became even louder.

And there was more than one sound, as if there were several craftsmen with hammers knocking on all sides.

The chiseling sounds mingled together to form a rhythmic sound that shook the chest.

Not only Zhang Chuanshi and Pang Zhixian, two elderly people, felt a sharp pain in their hearts, but even a strong young man like Fan Bidie also felt a feeling of breathlessness as the sound of chisels sounded.

It was as if there was an invisible ghost hand in the abdominal cavity, grabbing his intestines at this time, stirring his internal organs vigorously.

'Bell-' the sound of tapping.

'Phew. ’

This is a tremor in the human chest.

And the two sound at the same time, every time there is a shock, the whole body has a sense of numbness, as if it is gradually out of control.

Zhang Chuanshi subconsciously pasted the soul book on his chest.

The spell on the ghost book instantly crawled down his palm all over his chest, and the ghost spell temporarily suppressed the influence of the ghost's power, so that he was temporarily free from the danger of life and death.

Among several people, Zhao Fusheng, who controls ghosts, is the best.

But the sound of chiseling also made her feel uncomfortable, she glanced at Pang Zhixian, who was pale, and immediately decided:

"Let's go to the ghost tomb and find the ghost."

Pang Zhi County is just ordinary people.

He was lucky not to die quietly at the hands of a powerful ghost like a coachman, but the closer he got to the ghost tomb, the worse Pang Zhi County's state became.

At this time, he was sweating profusely, covering his chest with his hands, and stumbling while walking, Zhao Fusheng glanced at Zhang Chuanshi, and Zhang Chuanshi immediately reacted and supported the old magistrate.

In the darkness, the coachman stumbled forward.

In front of him, a broken monument about half a man tall stood.

The fracture at the tip of the stele is in the dark like the teeth of a monster, the stele body is pitch black, and two blood-red characters are engraved on it: cemetery!

"Blood—bleeding!"

Zhang Chuanshi suddenly shouted.

His shouting made Zhao Fusheng's heart tighten, and he subconsciously looked at him and Pang Zhixian.

But he saw that Pang Zhixian was panting, his lips were pale, and even his hair was messy, and he was wearing a vermilion robe, and he couldn't tell if it was stained with blood.

But he covered his chest with his hands, his fingers were white, and there was no blood between his fingers.

Zhao Fusheng was puzzled, and Zhang Chuanshi whispered:

"The stele is bleeding."

Everyone hurriedly looked at the stele, and even Pang Zhixian, who was out of breath, raised his head.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Fan Bisheng, Fan Bisheng settled down, and stepped forward with the lamp that was about to go out.

I saw that the font on the stele was carved inward, and it was painted with red lacquer when it was carved, which was particularly eye-catching on the black stele.

However, the evil aura in the ghost realm is extremely strong, and a large amount of dew has accumulated here, and the water droplets gather together and pour down the red paint, looking like a stone tablet is bleeding out.

Fan Bi had the courage to reach out and wipe the stele, his palm was suddenly wet, and he shook his head:

"It's not blood, it's droplets."

There was a false alarm.

Zhang Chuanshi breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and was afraid that Zhao Fusheng would scold him for making a fuss, so when he was worried, he put Pang Zhixian, who was about to die, on his shoulders, so as to redeem his merits.

"Don't delay, go inside."

Zhao Fusheng didn't waste much time outside, she looked back at Fan Bidying:

"What's the layout of the ghost tomb?"

Fan Bi shook his wet hand:

"The entrance of the ghost mausoleum is simple, and if you walk ten zhang further, you can see the entrance of the cemetery."

Zhao Fusheng nodded:

"Let's go!"

The road to the ghost tomb is paved with bluestone, but not every stone brick seems to be smooth underground.

Some of them have a feeling of shaking when they step on it, and the grass roots seem to be pressed below, and when they step on it, there is a sound of grass being crushed, and with the continuous chiseling sound of 'ding bells' around them, it looks particularly weird.

Zhao Fusheng walked in front, Zhang Chuanshi supported Pang Zhixian who was like a gossamer to follow behind, and Fan Bisheng walked last, looking left and right vigilantly.

At this time, the four of them only had one lamp to illuminate, and the light was getting weaker and weaker, even if Fan Bi died and took care of it carefully, the flame gradually shrank, and in the end it could only illuminate the surroundings of the lamp body.

"My lord—"

He watched the cotton thread in the flame burn up quickly, leaving only the last bit of spark, and with Fan Bi's deathly shout, the flame was extinguished with a 'poof'.

Only a little red light flashed twice, and finally the four of them were plunged into darkness.

“……”

'Woohoo, blah, blah. ’

Several people's hearts began to pound wildly into the chest.

The coming of darkness made Pang Zhixian, who was about to die, frightened all of a sudden.

He straightened his waist, and he didn't need Zhang Chuanshi to carry it away:

"Is it because my eyes can't see it?"

Zhang Chuanshi scolded:

"Okay, your surname is Pang, you dare to trick me into carrying you away-"

"I'm not—"

"Okay, stop arguing."

Zhao Fusheng snorted.

'Ding Ding Ding-'

'Bell, bell, bell—'

'Ding, bell-'

The chaotic sound of chiseling came from all directions, converging into a wave that hit everyone's eardrums.

All of a sudden, after losing the firelight to guide the way, everyone was affected by this strange chisel sound, and it seemed that they were in a trance for a moment, as if they had lost their direction in an instant.

I don't know which direction I'm coming from, and I don't know where the entrance to the ghost tomb is.

After a while, Zhao Fusheng forced himself to calm down and moved his toes.

The toe of the shoe was already a little wet.

The yin and evil aura in the ghost domain is heavy, and the cloth shoes have already been soaked at this time, and her feet are a little cold and numb after a long time because of the hard stepping on the ground, and she will be faintly stinging when she moves.

Although he couldn't see the direction of the surroundings clearly, Zhao Fusheng took his toes as the direction and said:

"Brother Fan mentioned earlier that walking ten zhang after passing the monument is the entrance of the ghost tomb." In the darkness, her voice rang out.

Unlike the slightly short breathing of several people, her voice was calm, and the breathing could barely be heard, and she seemed a little indifferent.

But this kind of indifference happened to calm everyone's panic, so that everyone's panic mentality after losing the light gradually stabilized again.

"I've calculated, we've walked about twenty or thirty steps, and with my height, we've walked about six or seven paces, which means we've walked half way forward."

At this time, Zhao Fusheng was still so calm, and everyone nodded as if they had found the backbone.

"The next step is to go further, but it's dark here, we don't have lights, so we hold each other's hands to prevent mistakes." Zhao Fusheng commanded.

"Okay."

Zhang Chuanshi was the first to respond.

He took the Soul Book into his arms and stretched out a hand to the side:

"The huge man grabbed me."

After saying that, he stretched out his other free hand to the other side:

"Da Fan also grabbed me."

The three of them pulled each other, and felt that something was wrong, Fan Bisheng and Pang Zhixian hurriedly let go, and they both wanted to pull Zhao Fusheng's hand.

"Don't pull my hand, pull me by the garment."

Zhao Fusheng avoided:

"I'm going to hold something in my hands."

She had to hold the ghost arm in one free hand, and the other hand was ready to pull out the money from hell.

Fan Bidie and Pang Zhixian had no choice but to hold the hem of her clothes.

A few people walked forward slowly.

Although there is only half of the road left, after losing the light, the five fingers can not be reached here, and the short distance of a few zhang seems to be extraordinarily long.

'Click, click, click-'

I don't know when the footsteps around me became deeper and deeper, more and more, as if there were other 'passers-by' in the darkness, and they were also following the four of them.

Zhang Chuanshi felt more and more uneasy, and the atmosphere of silence turned into a big mountain, firmly pressing on his heart.

"Huge people?"

He shouted tentatively.

"I-I-"

Pang Zhixian's response came quickly, Zhang Chuanshi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and before he asked again, Fan Bi also said:

"I'm still there."

Zhang Chuanshi still felt scared, and asked:

"Where's your lord?"

As he spoke, he let go of the hand holding Fan Bisheng and wanted to touch the corner of Zhao Fusheng's clothes.

Fan Bi died and immediately scolded:

"Lao Zhang, are you going crazy?"

As soon as Zhang Chuanshi's hand was released, he immediately regretted it, and hurriedly stretched it back and smiled:

"I was wrong."

His hand went back to the hand of Fan who must die:

"Dafan, don't be angry, I'm just scared, I want to touch the corners of the adult's clothes and strengthen my courage." After saying that, I felt that something was wrong again:

"Hey, Dafan, why are your hands so cold?"

He shuddered:

"Did I pull the wrong one?"

When Fan Bi died as he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a hand, and said angrily when he heard the words:

"Nope! I'll hold you too. ”

After saying that, I also felt that something was wrong:

"You also say that my hands are cold, and I think your hands are even colder."

The hands of the two have been in a cold sweat, and when they shook each other before, they felt damp and unbearable, but as soon as they let go and touched again, they felt that the hand seemed to have no temperature at all, and it felt slightly stiff.

"Don't talk about it."

Zhao Fusheng gradually stopped:

"We may be approaching the entrance to the Ghost Tomb."

Her words made several people's hearts swoon.

And at this moment, Fan Bi died and Zhang Chuanshi opened their mouths in unison:

"Huge man, what are you doing?!"

"Lao Zhang, what are you doing?!"

Pang Zhixian and Fan Bidin pulled the hem of Zhao Fusheng's clothes, and at this time, the two of them immediately sensed that Zhao Fusheng had stopped.

As soon as she stopped, Pang Zhixian and Fan Bi stopped at the same time.

At this time, all kinds of noise around confused people's cognition, and Zhang Chuanshi could not know the information from the voice, but could only perceive Zhao Fusheng's actions from the movements of Pang and Fan.

"I—What's wrong with me?"

Pang Zhixian opened his mouth with some trepidation and some grievances.

"What did you stop all of a sudden?"

Zhang Chuanshi scolded and scolded: "Do you know that the people in this place are scary and scared to death." ”

The surrounding area is full of 'clanging bells' and 'clicking' footsteps, which are extremely intrusive and should have been noisy, but because they are too frequent and noisy, they have formed a general effect similar to white noise, which sets off the eerie silence of the place.

At this time, Zhang Chuanshi spoke again, just to strengthen his courage.

"Your Excellency has stopped." Pangzhi County Road.

"The adults have stopped, Lao Zhang, what are you going to do?"

Fan Bi died and was not satisfied.

The hand he was holding pulled him forward, and while he spoke, he tried his best to pull 'Zhang Chuanshi' to stop, but Zhang Chuanshi was amazingly powerful.

"I'm not leaving, I'm being dragged by you......"

Zhang Chuanshi said in horror.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Bi was silent instantly.

The two thought of something, and let go at the same time with a tacit understanding.

As soon as they let go of their hands, footsteps sounded beside them: 'Click, click.' ’

It seems that two 'people' slowly walked past the crowd.

Zhang Chuanshi and Fan Bi desperately rubbed their palms on their bodies, and they couldn't wait to rub off a layer of skin from their palms.

……

Zhao Fusheng ignored these people.

They were talking vividly at this time, proving that they were in good spirits.

The closer you get to the ghost tomb, the stronger the sense of coercion brought by that powerful ghost.

She cautiously took a step forward, Fan Bisheng and Pang Zhixian had experienced the shocking accident just now, sensing her movements, and screamed in fright.

"Don't make a fuss."

Zhao Fusheng's heartstrings were tense at this time.

Every time she handles a ghost case, although she has a god list in hand, she is actually gambling with her life, and she can't relax at all.

"I'm moving forward."

After she finished explaining, the two of them gasped for a moment, and they also moved forward.

Fan Bisheng and Zhang Chuanshi don't dare to stretch out their hands to pull people anymore at this time, and would rather have an empty hand than pull an unknown ghost in the dark.

But Zhang Chuanshi was too scared.

According to the position where Zhao Fusheng spoke, he mustered up the last courage to stretch out his hand, touched her vest, grabbed her clothes tightly, and didn't dare to let go.

The garment carried the warmth of a living body, and the temperature dispelled the gloom that had been linked to the palm of the ghost's hand, and relieved his heart.

Zhao Fusheng did not reprimand him at this time.

She took two more steps forward with the others, and in an instant her vision suddenly opened up.

One moment ago, there was still endless darkness around him, as if the four of them were in the abyss, and the next moment several people stepped into the range of the ghost tomb at the same time, the power of darkness seemed to be affected by the residual power of the ghost seal here, and the black fog that interfered with the vision of the four people disappeared a lot.

The four of them were completely unable to see before, but now they can barely see their surroundings clearly.

I saw Pang, Fan, and Zhang grabbing Zhao Fusheng's clothes in an embarrassed posture, and the four of them stood at the entrance of the ghost tomb.

And at the entrance, it seems to be very lively at this time.

Countless 'people' with blank expressions were standing in front of the gate of the ghost tomb at this time, firmly surrounding the stone pillar on one side.

The faces of these 'people' turned pale, and the black qi in their eyes spread, blocking the whites of their eyes.

A fist-sized hole of blood was cut in each 'person's chest, and the blood that flowed from it soaked through their clothes.

The charioteer who had died at the hands of the ghost was also among the group, each of whom was holding something in his hand and digging into a certain part of the stone pillar of the ghost tomb.