Mysterious recovery: I have two ways to become a god

Wang Xiaoming was quite interested in learning that there were humans from other worlds living in the spiritual land, and he immediately thought of the parchment.

After he completely analyzed this evil ghost, he threw it into a corner. Now that he thought about it, it still had a lot of value.

Although he had checked the memory of the parchment before, it was just a cursory glance, and some messy memories were skipped by him, and some important information might have been missed.

In the calm and bright sea of ​​light, a stone chair was hanging high. Wang Xiaoming sat on it with his eyes slightly closed, holding a fist-sized ball of light in his hand. This was the memory of the parchment.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Xiaoming slowly opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

In the memory search just now, he got some things about humans from other worlds, but this information was too incomplete and could not let him fully understand this group that could survive in the spiritual land.

But it was not useless, at least he had a general understanding of the situation of some of them.

As Zhang Dong said, there were indeed some people who drifted to the spiritual land to survive because of the destruction of the world.

They survived in groups, as tough as weeds, and adapted to the environment of the spiritual land.

Parchment had once gone deep into the human gathering place in the spiritual land. He found that everyone in it was a ghost rider, and even the infants who were still breastfeeding had evil spirits in their bodies.

Later, the world where Parchment was located was destroyed by the revival of the spirit. When he went to find the gathering place again, he found that the gathering place had been abandoned for some reason and no trace of human survival could be found.

"The spiritual land is full of dangers. According to some pictures in Parchment's memory, the disappearance of the gathering place is likely to be destroyed by the invasion of evil spirits."

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and shot the light ball in his hand into Parchment again. His figure faded and slowly disappeared on the stone chair.

On the ghost bus, Wang Xiaoming slowly opened his eyes. The information he got from the parchment just now made him quite disappointed. He got too little useful information, so he could only ask Qin Lao after returning to the headquarters.

"I hope the gathering place that Qin Lao found has not disappeared."

Looking at the thick darkness outside the car window, Wang Xiaoming's thoughts flew.

Time passed, and more than an hour passed. The darkness outside gradually dissipated, and Wang Xiaoming realized that he was going to a new spiritual place.

He looked out the window, and the first thing that caught his eye was the gray-black land, which was bare and desolate.

As the ghost bus went deeper, graves appeared one after another. At a glance, it was endless and there was no end in sight.

"Is this the cemetery?" Wang Xiaoming immediately thought of the place guarded by Luo Qian, one of the seven elders of the Republic of China in the original book, "It's just right to meet Luo Qian and ask for the coffin nail in his hand."

In the original book, there were a total of three coffin nails, the first of which was on the body of the master of the ghost eye in Dachang City. Wang Xiaoming was afraid of accidents and did not take it.

There was another one abroad, and no one knew where it was hidden.

The third coffin nail was in Luo Qian's hand and placed in the endless cemetery. Later, when Luo Qian died, this coffin nail was taken to reality by a fierce ghost, and met the protagonist Yang Jian, who delivered it directly to his door.

As the first artifact in the original book, the coffin nail restrains all evil spirits. If there is a chance, Wang Xiaoming still wants to get it.

The ghost bus began to slow down. Wang Xiaoming thought for a while and looked at Zhou Tong: "You stay in the bus later. I need to get off for a while at this stop."

"Professor?!"

"Don't worry, you just wait for me in the bus. By the way, you go to the driver's seat..." Wang Xiaoming gave Zhou Tong the method of how to become a ghost bus driver, and asked him to temporarily use his own strength to restrict the ghost bus from driving away.

Then he took out another blue and silver scroll from his arms and gave it to Zhou Tong.

After Zhou Tong took the scroll, he immediately walked to the front of the bus and saw that the man sitting in the driver's seat was a male corpse, with his whole body lying on the steering wheel, which did not affect the driving of the ghost bus at all.

He directly reached out and grabbed the clothes of the male corpse and lifted it hard. He lifted the male corpse out of the driver's seat and threw it aside, revealing the leather seat.

Compared with other parts of the ghost bus, this seat looks much newer. Zhou Tong didn't mind that he had just sat on a dead person, so he sat directly in the driver's seat and reached under the seat.

"Hey..."

A sharp pain came from his hand, and Zhou Tong quickly retracted his hand. He saw a row of dense tooth marks on his originally uninjured palm, and the white skin was oozing red, and it had been bitten and bleeding.

Fortunately, Wang Xiaoming had already told him in advance, and Zhou Tong knew that this was normal, so he didn't panic.

After being bitten, Zhou Tong felt that he had a faint connection with the ghost bus, and he seemed to be able to control the ghost bus.

Thinking that the professor was going to get off the bus, Zhou Tong resisted the urge to step on the accelerator, and quietly watched the bus slowly slow down without operating it randomly.

Wang Xiaoming looked in the direction of the cemetery, where a small wooden house appeared, which was where Luo Qian lived. Compared with the ancient house in Zhangdong, this wooden house looked very simple and dilapidated.

It looked like a wooden house abandoned for many years in the jungle.

Wang Xiaoming looked over the wooden stakes in front of the wooden house, but he didn't find the coffin nails. This was different from the original novel, where the coffin nails were inserted into the wooden stakes in front of the house and were discovered by Yang Jian.

"The coffin nails should still be in Luo Qian's hands. They were later inserted into the wooden stakes at the door. It must be a helpless act when his life was about to end. After all, the coffin nails are a powerful weapon against evil spirits. It's better to give them away than to be buried with him."

Not seeing the coffin nails, Wang Xiaoming quickly considered what might happen.

Chi...chi...

The ghost bus finally stopped, and both doors opened at the same time.

Zhou Tong was sitting in the driver's seat, turned his head and looked up at the door, and saw a ghost covered in mud about to step onto the ghost bus.

Suddenly a dark passage appeared at the feet of the evil ghost. Before Zhou Tong could react, he took the evil ghost away.

Wang Xiaoming regained his attention and stepped off the bus. A simple stop sign was erected in front of him. If he didn't look carefully, he would have thought that someone had left an unwanted wooden board here.

There is a trail around the stop sign that leads directly to the wooden house in the cemetery. Maybe because the ghost bus made too much noise, the originally dark wooden house turned out to be dimly lit.

The winding path is only one meter wide and is surrounded by tombs. If you don't pay attention, you may step on a tomb. It may not matter if you step on a tomb in the real world, but this is a supernatural place. Wang Xiaoming is sure that as long as he takes the wrong step, If he steps on a grave, the evil spirit buried inside the grave will definitely rise up and cause trouble for him.

Curious about the state of the ghosts in the tomb, Wang Xiaoming opened his voyeuristic eyes and looked around. The powerful sealing power of the tomb soil could not block his sight.

Strange ghosts began to appear in his sight.