Wang Dazhao didn't react at all, and when he heard a scream, the man led by him covered his eyes and fell, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of his eyes.

He was blind.

There is no reason whatsoever.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The man holding the boss looked at Wang Dazhao, his eyes were gloomy, as if he was looking at a dead man.

Wang Dazhao didn't know what he wanted to do, and subconsciously retreated.

The rest of the people seemed to react to something and began to gather towards him.

"What do you want to do?"

A second before being surrounded, Wang Dazhao turned around sharply and ran back desperately.

"Don't let him run!"

Chased after it.

Footsteps are getting closer.

Wang Dazhao panicked, jumping around, all his thoughts were far away, and the only thought was that he couldn't be caught.

He didn't know how long it had been, but he heard screams behind him.

First one sound, then more and more.

Wang Dazhao shrank by the wall, trying to reduce his breathing rate, closing his ears and not listening, closing his eyes and not looking.

The screams gradually weakened until they stopped, and Wang Dazhao smelled a strong smell of blood.

Speaking of this, Wang Dazhao's eyes could not hide his fear, and it seemed that he had returned to the tomb and seen such a tragic scene.

"I walked out along the road I came from, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and on the way, I saw an arm, as if it had been ripped from a person's body, and around the arm, there was a big pool of blood, like something, eating here, those people, it was its food."

"There are only stumps, I walked out cautiously, I didn't see a living person, there were very few stumps left, large pieces of blood were splashed on the stone, the smell of blood was very strong, I didn't dare to look more, I didn't squint and ran out."

"Something like this happened, are you still in the mood to bring antiques out?" Zhao Feng was surprised.

"No, I didn't bring it out," Wang Dazhao's pupils shrank sharply with fear, "At that time, I was only concerned about running for my life, how could I think of bringing antiques out?" ”

"They came with them!"

The voice fell, and the room was quiet.

In the dim light, the antiques are quietly displayed in the display case, and nothing unusual can be seen.

Rao is Zhao Feng, who has experienced all kinds of strange things, couldn't help but shudder.

"What do you mean they come out on their own?"

"When I escaped that day, it was already very late, obviously we looked at the weather before going in, and it would not rain, but when I came out, it was raining, it was very dark, and the dark clouds were heavy, as if they would fall from the sky at any time."

Wang Dazhao stood at the entrance of the cave, drenched in the rain, and a gust of wind blew, bringing a biting chill.

He didn't dare to stay longer, and according to his faint memory, he walked out in the direction he came.

It was getting darker and darker, and at first I could barely see the road, but after walking for a while, I couldn't see the road clearly.

Wang Dazhao took out his mobile phone and wanted to use the mobile phone flashlight to illuminate, but the mobile phone did not respond after pressing it a few times.

"Broken? Or is there no power? Wang Dazhao muttered in a low voice, "No, I charged it when I went out." ”

The mobile phone couldn't be opened, so he had to walk in the dark, he didn't dare to stop, such a weird tomb, even if he climbed, he had to climb out.

couldn't see the road clearly, Wang Dazhao walked very hard, moving out with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and suddenly, with one foot in the air, he rolled down uncontrollably.

The stones and branches along the road scratched the skin, Wang Dazhao clenched his teeth and held back the painful cry that came to his mouth.

He didn't dare to make too much noise, for fear of being discovered by someone in the darkness.

Finally stopped, Wang Dazhao fumbled to get up, and his hand touched something.

Very familiar to the touch.

Wang Dazhao swallowed his saliva and slowly withdrew his hand.

If he was not mistaken, he had touched the same equipment they had brought into the tomb to carry out.

Shouldn't all these things be left in the tomb?

Why is it here?

Where the hell is he now?

Did he really come out of the tomb?

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, the chill rushed up along his spine, Wang Dazhao's hands and feet were cold, thinking of a certain possibility, he froze in place and didn't dare to move.

Will he be able to escape?

Despair spread in his heart, and Wang Dazhaodi didn't know how many times he regretted it, so he followed this trip.

"I don't want anything, please, let me go, I don't dare anymore, disturbing your sleep, it's my fault, please let me go, I promise never to come again......"

Extreme fear brought boundless panic, Wang Dazhao didn't know what to do, so he could only kneel down in place, find a random direction, and kowtow desperately.

"So, it let you go." Xie Qinci sat on the pear blossom wood Taishi chair and clicked on the armrests.

"I don't know," Wang Dazhao's voice trembled, "I was dizzy, and when I woke up again, it was already dawn." ”

The dazzling sunlight shone on his eyes, Wang Dazhao's eyelids moved, opened his eyes, and subconsciously raised his hand to block the sun.

"Sss

The movement of raising his hand touched the wound, and Wang Dazhao let out a soft snort.

Sitting up with his body propped up, Wang Dazhao found that his clothes were all torn, and his body was covered with large and small wounds, the shallow wounds were scabbed, and the deeper ones were still bleeding.

Escaped......

Wang Dazhao almost cried.

However, Xing Xing only lasted for a few seconds, Wang Dazhao stared at something beside him, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He got up quickly, didn't look at it too much, and ran out in a panic.

After running for an unknown amount of time, he stopped, shocked to find himself back where he was.

Wang Dazhao did not believe in evil, continued to run, and returned to the same place.

After a few times, Wang Dazhao, who was hungry and thirsty, couldn't run, he held his knees, snorting and panting.

Eyes fell on the bulging bag again.

What's inside?

Gold and silver jewelry? Or those who died?

No matter what's in it, if you leave it alone, you'll have to stay here forever.

After resting for a while, Wang Dazhao gritted his teeth, moved cautiously, carefully unzipped it, and looked inside.

It's full of antiques.

There was no bloody horror that he feared most.

Wang Dazhao breathed a sigh of relief, pulled on the zipper, and carried the big bag on his back, and this time he walked out smoothly.

Standing on the road, Wang Dazhao had a feeling of rebirth.

He didn't dare to leave the things in his hands, he couldn't throw them away, the antiques would be found by himself, and after thinking about it, he took out one of them, mixed it with the other antiques, and sold it.

The waiting time was very painful, and he sat all night with his big bag until dawn, and the antiques that had been sold did not return.

It seems that this solution is feasible.

In this way, Wang Dazhao mixed these antiques with normal antiques and sold them at a relatively low price.

"Master Xie, we found a very strange thing." Zhao Feng came in with the papers.

"What?"

"We found out that Wang Dazhao is a disguised identity of Dashi, and it has always been Dashi himself who went to the tomb and sold antiques!"

"But I summoned his soul before...... Xie Qin got up, "No, his soul is all ghosts, and there is no guarantee that it is his soul, if we have a preconceived idea that that the soul is Wang Dazhao's, no one can tell us the truth." ”

"Bring the boulder." Zhao Feng commanded.

Not long after, Oishi was brought over.

"Master Xie, is there anything new to discover?" Oishi had no idea why he had been brought, and he looked dazed.

Xie Qinci observed his expression, couldn't see any traces of disguise, and frowned: "We found something new, you can see for yourself." ”

In black and white, Dashi looked at it line by line, and the more he looked at it, the more strange his face became: "I don't know, I don't have this memory at all." ”

"The evidence is conclusive, and you still refuse to admit it?" Zhao Feng was displeased.

"I really don't know," Oishi's mind was a mess, "did I lose my memory when I did?" Or do I actually have a split personality disorder and often split into another personality named Wang Dazhao? But Master Xie has summoned Wang Dazhao's soul, how to explain it? ”

"It's not a split personality, it's your memory that has been tampered with, it should still be those antiques, you forgot the experience of disguising yourself as Wang Dazhao, after Wang Dazhao died, you naturally lost this identity, Wang Dazhao's soul may be affected by your residual memory, driven by some kind of force."

"It's not impossible to give memories and disguise the soul as real."

Xie Qinci used the same method to summon Wang Dazhao's soul again, perhaps because Xie Qinci saw through it, and the soul that appeared this time was full of flaws.

It can even be said that it is not a normal soul at all.

Rather, it is a monster composed of countless large and small ghost faces, barely maintaining its human form.

Xie Qinci looked at it for a while, used his strength to break up the ghost face, and took out a thin white silk from it.

"Do you have an impression of this thing?"

I couldn't tell what material the white silk was made of, and the boulder was like a demon, reaching out to touch it.

The moment he touched it, a painful expression appeared on his face, and then, he fainted.

He had a dream in which he disguised himself as an identity in order to facilitate his burial and not to be discovered.

This identity really exists, but it died a year ago, and its owner is from the countryside, with no relatives or friends, and no one even knows about his death.

Dashi took his place.