Chapter 273 Burial in a hurry

The yellow mud road ahead was gray, and the gloomy woods on both sides were affected. It was like haze, or darkness, which was squeezed into the yellow mud road, causing the yellow mud road near the gray road ahead to become even darker.

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Supernatural is interfering with the surrounding environment.

"Yang Jian, there is something happening."

Yang Xiaohua held two flashlights, and the light emitted from it could not illuminate the surroundings, and could only illuminate a distance of one or two meters ahead.

Zhou Deng stared at the gray road ahead with a look of distress, as if he couldn't remember anything.

However, someone helped him think about it.

"It's over. This is a large-scale incident abroad a while ago, a S-level supernatural incident, and a murder in the art museum." A young ghost driver following behind the coffin shouted, "It's just this gray ghost creature, no

There will be something wrong.”

S-level supernatural events are very rare, and they are not enough to count them all over the world. Moreover, the most basic condition for S-level supernatural events is to cause harm to the entire city in the shortest time.

This huge supernatural scope will have a great impact on the surroundings and cannot be concealed by outsiders at all. Therefore, in terms of intelligence and information sharing, it will be more open to the authority of some inconspicuous C-level and B-level supernatural events.

This young ghost driver learned about the information from the ghost driver 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 walking forward."

"I can't leave. There is an S-level supernatural incident ahead. I don't want to accompany you to die." Zhou Deng gritted his teeth and said, pretending to put down the coffin in his hand.

Liu Qingqing walked forward quickly, reached out to catch the coffin, and glared: "Who will put the coffin down the midway during the funeral! Do you want to kill everyone if you do this?"

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

A ghost-controller said innocently: "I am the same as Zhou Deng, and I will not leave anymore. Who knows if I can come out if I get stuck."

Yang Jian frowned, but he didn't expect that the influence of ghost paintings could make these people so scared that they were frowning.

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

Liu Qingqing snorted coldly: "You don't need to follow us at first. This is our messenger's mission. Since you want to leave, then get out quickly."

The eagle frowned and said nothing about it.

He said, "What ability does this evil ghost have?"

"I don't know much. After all, it is impossible to share all the information abroad. Simply put, 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 driver.

The ghost team was damaged. We are really not enough to see what we do," the ghost driver explained.

The eagle said, "Then we blindfolded our eyes and we won't be attacked."

"I can't even see the way clearly with my eyes, and it's even harder to escape from the ghost world." The ghost master seemed to be looking at 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 it would delay their mail delivery task.

No matter how dangerous the road ahead is, they must bury the coffin.

Leaving nothing will make the corpse of the old man in the coffin revived, which will mean that they voluntarily give up delivering the letter.

Wang Feng spoke insidiously, "Don't say anything sarcastic. If you could get out of this ghost forest, you would have run away long ago. You don't want to go with us to have funerals. If we fail, wait for the corpse of the old man in the coffin.

Run out, you all have to be buried with us."

Daqiang looked at Wang Feng with a look, frowned, turned around and said in a sincere tone: "Wang Feng's words are facts. If everyone doesn't work together, there will be no hope of survival."

One more person, more power, not to mention that there are eight ghost controllers and Yang Jian takes the lead, more than a dozen people are definitely no worse than the top ghost controller team.

The seven ghost-controllers' faces suddenly became extremely ugly.

Since the bus has turned off, there is actually no choice, so I can only follow these messengers all the way to the black.

This was also something that someone had calculated in advance.

If no one takes action to interfere with the prediction, then everything will follow the fixed trajectory in some calculations, and be so confused that it is used as a pawn.

"Stop it!"

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

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

With his identity changed, he is now a demon.

With this layer of insurance, he has the capital to make a breakthrough.

In order to survive, the seven ghost drivers dared to get on the supernatural bus. Although the two sides had some differences, they did not take Liu Qingqing's words in their hearts and quickly followed.

As we got deeper and deeper, something strange appeared in the surrounding woods.

There was no wind blowing, but the trees were swaying. It seemed that someone deliberately shaking the trunk. The frequency was very regular, one after another.

This supernatural phenomenon seems to be giving the old man a last journey.

"Do you need to speed up? Otherwise, I'm afraid something will come out inside?" Liu Qingqing suddenly spoke.

Yang Jian refused: "No need, there will be no accident on the road. As long as the burial is not delayed, there will be no abnormalities in this ghost forest."

Liu Qingqing said in confusion: "Where has Liang Xingyang been? Is this what he told you? How much do you know about my situation?"

Yang Jian did not answer.

"I just want to survive, why should I be manipulated? Yang Jian, I am really unwilling to accept it." Liu Qingqing gritted her teeth and said resentful.

Yang Jian reminded: "You told me on the fourth floor of the post office that you were once eroded by evil spirits, and in the end you were only a layer of skin left. After putting on the cheongsam, you survived. Some debts are not that you don't need to be paid, but

The time has not arrived."

After hearing this, Liu Qingqing's eyes became even more resentful: "Why, you have the opportunity to become ghost masters? This red cheongsam is also a ghost master. I am also a ghost master, but I have to be merciless like a puppet man.

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Yang Jian didn't say anything anymore. Liu Qingqing couldn't listen to what he said. Perhaps anyone in her situation wouldn't listen to other people's comfort.

After crossing the darkness in the ghost forest, everyone walked along the yellow dirt road into the gray area.

"Um?"

Yang Jian looked shocked and suspicious. As soon as he walked into the ghost creature painted by the ghost, the nine ghost eyes wandering inside him immediately fell into a deep sleep.

at the same time.

Yang Xiaohua held two flashlights in her hand and illuminated the road ahead, but the light accidentally hit a pair of blurred embroidered shoes. Her hand holding the flashlight trembled and moved up slightly. It was a blurred red dress.

The most noticeable thing is the hands placed in front of you. These hands are fair and real, as if they emit a slight white light.

She turned the lights on like accepting her fate, illuminating the woman's face, and a perfect, almost unreal face appeared.

This is He Yuelian's face.

Based on the memories of Zhang Xianguang that he stole, Liang Xingyang perfectly created it with the supernatural power of the wishing ghost.

The woman in the ghost painting originally had blurred facial features, but the supernatural power of the wishing ghost shaped the ghost bride's face during her lifetime.

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

Just when everyone was in amazement.

"Bang."

Yang Jian was stunned and suddenly there was a knock in his ears.

A strange noise came from the red coffin, as if someone was locked inside and was getting out of trouble.

"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 she was sleepwalking, with a numbness and empty look in her eyes, and she sighed: "Yuelian, you are still flawless. This is the last time we have met in this life."

A long sigh.

This tone of speaking seemed to be like Zhang Youhong coming in person.

A strange look flashed in Liang Xingyang's eyes, without a response, and stood quietly on the side of the road without moving.

If Zhang Youhong was deceived, it would be fine if he could deceive the corpse in the coffin.

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

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

Two people with perfect appearances have to be associated.

On the other side.

Yang Jian's face was solemn, but he didn't expect that Liu Qingqing would have a strange appearance at this time.

"Bang bang bang."

The abnormal noise in the coffin is getting louder and louder, and the frequency is getting higher and higher. At this moment, it seems that he is unwilling to be buried and wants to come out to meet old friends.

The woman in the ghost painting appears in the funeral procession, causing a huge change in the coffin. The body has woken up, but it is suppressed by the coffin, otherwise it would have recovered long ago.

Yang Jian no longer stayed, no longer planned to awaken Liu Qingqing, and held the coffin with one hand. In order to prevent the body from continuing to recover, he passed the woman in the ghost painting and ran forward quickly.
To be continued...