Zhao Jian did not expect that there would be a strange cemetery deep in the woods. The two walked along the path into the cemetery surrounded by iron fences, and felt a cold and damp feeling instantly.
Of course, the most disturbing thing is that Wen Zhong seems to have become a little strange. They haven't seen each other for a few weeks at most, but Wen Zhong's personality seems to have changed 180 degrees.
After all, has he really traveled to the future, or is this some kind of trap made up by a ghost?
He glanced at Wen Zhong again. In the dim environment, he felt that the other person's behavior was more and more strange, but the words he was asked to say came out again.
They had been walking in the darkness for who knows how long. Zhao Jian looked at the dark cemeteries on both sides, feeling increasingly depressed.
Just when he was about to call Wen Zhong, the other party suddenly stopped, turned his head very stiffly and said to Zhao Jian: "When we get to Zhao Jian, this is it."
The surroundings were still dark. Zhao Jian heard this and was about to take out a candle from his backpack for lighting, but Wen Zhong stopped him because he was afraid of attracting evil spirits.
He thought about it and felt that it made sense, so he gave up.
However, I heard that Wenzhong meant that there was a ghost here. I wonder if it was the figure wandering on that path before. It seems that this place is more dangerous than I imagined.
Zhao Jian was still thinking when he saw Wen Zhong take out two shovels from somewhere and then threw one to Zhao Jian.
This is a shovel covered with copper rust and blood stains. It is a little heavy in the hand, but it is unexpectedly easy to hold.
"Dig a hole first, then bury people." Wen Zhong said briefly, then he picked up a shovel and started digging holes in the ground. Seeing this, Zhao Jian couldn't care less, so he also picked up a shovel and started digging holes.
"Wen Zhong, did you hear the sound of something scratching the wooden board?" While digging, Zhao Jian suddenly turned around and stared at a tomb in the cemetery.
The old tomb floated slightly, as if it were built on a breathing lung, and from time to time the tomb soil would fall.
"I heard it." Wen Zhong frowned and said, "If I heard correctly, this should be the sound of someone scratching the wooden board in the coffin. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation."
"I thought I was hallucinating." Zhao Jian stared at the grave bag and said, "Would you like to go over and have a look? Don't let the things inside take advantage of you."
Wen Zhong thought about it, and after a moment he said: "Okay, I'll go over and take a look, you stay here and be careful around."
"Okay." Zhao Jian nodded and said.
Wen Zhong walked over with twinkling eyes. He held a shovel in one hand and put the other hand behind his back. He walked to the tomb bag in three steps and two steps at a time. Then he picked up the shovel and hit the tomb bag with just one blow.
, was so frightened that Zhao Jian broke out in a cold sweat.
"Boss Wen, what are you doing?" Zhao Jian shouted in a low voice.
As if Wen Zhong didn't hear what Zhao Jian said, he knocked on the raised mound of soil in front of him again and again. He didn't know how many times he hit it in total. The soil on the grave bag was gradually dug up by him with a shovel.
Come down.
A maroon coffin appeared in front of the two of them. Before Zhao Jian could say anything, Wen Zhong smashed it down with a shovel. In an instant, a large hole was cut in the cover of the coffin.
"Boss Wen!" Zhao Jian shouted anxiously: "No need, we really don't need to be so tough!"
"Bang, bang bang bang -"
Suddenly, the sound of knocking on the coffin board was heard from inside the coffin. The sound had no rhythm and was full of strange dullness and stiffness, as if a person was lying in the coffin and banging his head on the coffin board.
Zhao Jian felt so regretful at this moment that his intestines were green. He never expected that Wen Zhong could be so strong. The other party did not consider the danger of breaking the supernatural balance at all.
Just when he thought Wen Zhong would continue to carve out the coffin, the other party had already placed the shovel next to the grave bag, then stiffly turned his head and looked at Zhao Jian with cold eyes.
"Zhao Jian, come here." Wen Zhong said, his eyes fixed on Zhao Jian, as if to prevent him from escaping secretly.
At this time, Zhao Jiancai discovered that Wen Zhong's two eyeballs embedded in the eye sockets were actually shriveled and cracked, just like porcelain cracked after being baked for a long time.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Jian unconsciously took several steps back. In his eyes, Wen Zhong's image was now no different from a terrifying ghost.
"Zhao Jian, come here."
There was another urging, but Zhao Jian didn't dare to follow him at this time. He gritted his teeth hard, and after looking at the direction, he ran towards the exit of the cemetery.
"This Wen Zhong is obviously abnormal. No, it's not clear whether he is Wen Zhong or not. And have I really traveled through time? You can't tell the current time in this damn place."
While Zhao Jian was thinking, he quickly ran towards the iron gate of the cemetery. Along the way, he avoided countless tombstones, grave bags, and even bones that had slipped from the grave soil.
Wen Zhong never caught up, but the sound of nails scratching the coffin board kept coming from around him.
"Damn it, we have to go back to that house. If there is a way back here, then this house should be the key to breaking the situation." Zhao Jian analyzed calmly.
At this moment, he has arrived at the entrance of the cemetery, and the rusty iron fence is still standing quietly in place. After going out, he only needs to walk along the path to return to Baiyang Village.
Suddenly, he found that a cold haze was rising under his feet, and haze was constantly surging in the woods on both sides. A blurry figure was walking towards this side from the other end of the path.
This blurry figure was exactly the ghost they had encountered before. At that time, Wen Zhong looked at this blurry figure as if he was facing an enemy. He didn't know what was so weird about it, but what was certain was that this
Ghosts are very dangerous.
Zhao Jian frowned and followed Wen Zhong's method just now and hid in the grass next to the woods.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
This time, there was more than one figure coming towards me. There were four or five figures walking slowly towards the cemetery in the darkness.
These figures were completely wrapped in black haze, and there was no difference in appearance at all, but he was certain that these things were sinister and evil.
"There are so many terrifying existences, no wonder even Wen Zhong has to stay away. With his ability, he may be able to restrain one, but it may not be enough to face a group." Zhao Jian thought to himself.
Then he stepped back again, fearing that he might accidentally provoke these terrifying beings.
Soon, these strange figures disappeared on this path, and Zhao Jian breathed a sigh of relief. It would be great if these ghosts could meet Wen Zhong in the cemetery.