Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 754

here we go again?

The sound of engraving the tombstone sounded, and everyone just lifted it up again with a breath of breath, and the nerves became tense again.

too fast.

It doesn't give people a chance to breathe. A member of the supernatural forum has just died. How long has it passed, ten seconds, or twenty seconds?

At most one minute.

Ghost attacks followed one after another. Starting from the first Russell’s death, this should be the fourth attack.

After Yang Jian heard the voice, his face sank.

According to his plan, after the third attack, the task of sending the letter was ended before the fourth attack. However, he did not expect that the tomb No. 78 was not found at all. The tomb seemed to have disappeared and there was no such area. , Otherwise, how could so many people go looking for nothing.

"The fourth person is dying, who will it be this time?" Sun Ruichu stood on the spot with a cane, his face also ugly.

Although he knew that the ghost's attack method was to engrave the name on the tombstone, but this kind of attack could not be resisted, and even he was not confident that he could survive this kind of attack.

"Have you not found tomb 78? If we don't find it anymore, if we drag it down like this, the group may be destroyed here. If you want to survive, find it quickly and expand the scope a bit. Don't surround it here. If you go far, you won't be able to die." Sun Rui snorted anxiously and ordered the members of the Spiritual Forum.

Others sweated coldly, naturally they were desperately looking for tomb 78.

But things are so weird.

There are tombs from No. 70 to No. 80 here, but the tomb No. 78 is missing. It is useless to expand the scope of search, because soon someone discovered that the tomb in the distance has become more than 100.

In other words, if there is tomb 78, it must be in this area, and it will never be too far away.

"Not found, not here."

"I didn't find it either. There was no tomb 78 that I did."

"I have found a tomb of more than 100, but there is no one you mentioned."

This is their second report.

This time I searched more carefully than the first time. I didn't miss any details, but six or seven people scattered to search, but still did not find the tomb.

"Sure enough, was it played by the ghost post office? That ghost place shouldn't exist. After going back, you must find a way to demolish the building." Sun Rui's face was gloomy and his mood was very bad.

"No, there is tomb No. 78, it's just that we found the wrong one."

At this time, Yang Jian casually threw the arm he was holding aside.

The arm that fell on the soil immediately sank, and was buried in the ground very quickly, and disappeared.

"How do you say?" Sun Rui immediately turned to look at him.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and said: "I was thinking just now. This mail delivery task is supposedly just the task of the messenger on the first floor. The purpose of the post office is not to kill people, but to let the messenger complete the task better. As for the purpose, what is the purpose? Mention, at least it's impossible to arrange a mortal when sending a letter."

"Otherwise it doesn't make any sense."

"From the current situation, we have to face the attack of a ghost here, and then find tomb No. 78... For example, we have found it, and count the time, from finding to digging a tomb, and then to Send the letter, how many people will die during this period? Now the ghost is already killing the fourth person."

"But the messenger on the first floor counts the three of us, plus the three who hadn't come before, making a total of six."

"Six people, one by one, took their lives to fill in, and there was not enough time to complete the task of sending the letter, so this conflicts with the situation on the spot."

Li Yang on the side estimated it in his mind, and that was indeed the case.

According to this situation, it would be impossible to deliver the letter successfully after all six people died.

This is a mortal delivery mission.

But Yang Jian's analysis is also correct, if it is a mortal task, why do you want to do it too much.

Although the spiritual events are weird, there are still traces to follow after all, not the kind that is out of order, even if it is a ghost killing people, there are so-called laws at all.

"So what are your thoughts?" Sun Rui hesitated.

Yang Jian said: "It's very simple. We made a mistake. We looked at the problem from the perspective of a ghost master. We thought that Tomb No. 78 was among these old tombs. In fact, it is very likely as the letter said. That way, it's in the original Fushou Garden, which is the place we've been to just now."

"The cemetery reserved by Mrs. Liu is the tomb No. 78 we are looking for, and the dead Mrs. Liu is the target of the letter."

"We were misled by the supernatural incident that happened here. No, it should be the disappearance of Old Lady Liu's body that misled us and made us suspicious."

Sun Rui said: "I understand. For the general messenger, if you want to send a letter successfully, you must arrange a task that can be completed, and the difficulty of sending the letter to Mrs. Liu is within the acceptable range. If it is If you go deep into this ghost realm and send a letter, ordinary people will undoubtedly die."

"Therefore, Tomb No. 78 does not exist here at all, so I am going back to where I was just now?"

Yang Jian immediately said, "No, the cemetery is not important. The most important thing for us now is to find Mrs. Liu. She is the owner of Cemetery 78."

"But in such a large cemetery, where to find the missing old lady Liu's body?" Li Yang said.

Yang Jian didn't know this question either.

His ghost domain has been affected here, and it is impossible to find out everything in this cemetery. The disappeared old lady Liu is an unsolved mystery here.

The corpse of a dead old man disappeared here, revealing an unusual weirdness in itself.

"There is no time. If you continue to search, more people will die. Yang Jian, let's withdraw first. We have seven days to send the letter. There is no need to rush at this time.

Listen to the tinkling percussion in the silent cemetery.

Sun Rui was under a lot of pressure, with a kind of breathless heart palpitations, and eagerly wanted to leave here.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and did not refute him, because his words also made sense.

This way of killing people by engraving their names is too terrifying, and the ghost masters can't stop them. If you continue to stay here, it is indeed dangerous.

But now everyone has fallen into a dead end.

Can't find any clues.

I can't send the letter, I can't deal with the ghost here, I can only spend my time here in vain.

"It is indeed necessary to withdraw temporarily." Yang Jian thought for a moment, and felt that Sun Rui's proposal at the moment was correct.

Risks and benefits are not in proportion. If you think about it, it’s never too late. There is still plenty of time.

Just at this time.

The woman named Liu Xinyue pulled her younger brother Liu Hao, her face pale, and she ran over here as if fleeing for her life with a frightened expression, and ran directly in front of Yang Jian, Sun Rui, and Li Yang.

"I, I saw my dead grandma over there just now..."

Liu Xinyue resumed action from her fear. She was shocked and stable. She didn't know what to do, so she could only tell the situation just now with the idea of ​​asking for help.

The words came out.

The attention of the three people immediately shifted to her.

"Your grandma? You mean Mrs. Liu, where is she?" Yang Jian asked immediately.

"I, I don't know. Just now I saw my grandma standing between the two graves over there. She saw me... Then my grandma disappeared again. I was frightened just now and couldn't act. So after resuming action, I immediately ran over to tell you, don’t blame me."

Liu Xinyue's speech was a little confused, with a pleading expression in fear.

I'm afraid that a few people will kill myself and my brother here if they disagree.

"Direction, point it out to me. You said that Mrs. Liu is between the two graves. There are so many graves here. I don't know which two graves are." Yang Jian said.

Liu Xinyue was frightened and pointed in a general direction.

The direction is not wrong.

But that direction is exactly where the tinkling sound came from.

Not far, not near.

Several people's hearts jumped.

Granny Liu, who appeared strangely in front of Liu Xinyue, disappeared in the direction of the ghost.

This thing sounds scary.

Ghost, is that the dead old lady Liu?

This thought came to three people's minds.

"So in the final analysis, I still have to confirm the true identity of the ghost. Maybe I can really find Mrs. Liu by following the voice." Yang Jian said.

Sun Rui said, "It's too dangerous. Once the fourth knocking sound stopped, I suggest to retreat immediately. If we continue to drag it, the fifth knocking sound will sound, and another one will die. If the lottery is drawn to our heads, then It's over, we can't afford to gamble."

"What if the percussion sound is still ringing here after we leave?" Yang Jian's eyes condensed; "Isn't it because I cut my own way?"

Sun Rui was taken aback, almost forgetting this possibility.

"The knocking sound does not last long. After you find it, the ghost may appear elsewhere. I have confirmed that the appearance of ghosts is irregular. Sometimes it’s close, sometimes it’s far away. We can only rely on running, it is very difficult to dare to find before the completion of the ghost killing."

"Maybe I will keep going around here."

Yang Jian didn’t want to waste time, and immediately said: “You gather people together, prepare to leave, I’ll find, and bet on another person. If I don’t find the ghost before the fifth percussion, then I will retreat immediately. If I find If the ghost is gone, I will stop the ghost from continuing to kill, so that we don’t need to bear the risk of being killed at any time by staying here."

"Okay, it's up to you." Sun Rui nodded and agreed.

He knew that Yang Jian was not reconciled, and he was not reconciled, but he would still dare to gamble on someone else, for fear that the endless delay would be the deadliest.

The words are over.

Without saying a word, Yang Jian rushed out alone, and went straight to the direction of the knocking sound at his fastest speed.

His ghost image is attached to his body, his running speed is a bit non-human, and his body function is a bit terrifying.

He doesn't need to worry at this time.

Gambling with ghosts is time. Yang Jian was worried about the surrounding situation before, but after some confirmation, he can now let go of all actions.

"The knocking sound is a bit long this time, is the name of the person being targeted more complicated?" Yang Jian chased it.

This time ghost lettering took longer than the previous two times combined. I don't know why.

Maybe someone took a very complicated font, and the ghost had to spend more time to carve out the characters, which gave Yang Jian some opportunities.

He knew that there was not enough time for this action, but if he could confirm the situation in advance, it would also be of great help to the subsequent actions.

"Is it dangerous to just go there alone?" Li Yang was inexplicably worried when he saw Yang Jian leave.

Sun Rui said: "Don't worry, he must be fine. What we should worry about is that he can leave at any time, but we can't, so he will take the initiative to take the direction and act separately."

"Ding, Ding Ding."

The terrible percussion still echoed in the silent cemetery.

In front of an old grave, an empty stele was standing here, and a rusty coffin nail stained with the grave soil was grasped by a stiff, thin and cold hand, and it was tapped mechanically. This stone tombstone left a deep mark where the coffin nails were knocked.

The traces were distorted and gradually formed a stroke, as if writing a word.

The font is not formed, but beside it, there is a character that has been carved out. Although the shape is strange, it can still be distinguished. The character is...Yang.

The weird thing is that the strokes of this calligraphy are not too many, but the speed of engraving is very slow.

It is much slower than engraving other people's names.

One hit, the tombstone left not enough traces, as if the tombstone is very hard, unable to form a font, it needs constant knocking and constant carving to gradually improve the font.

There seemed to be an indescribable weird thing protecting the owner of this name.

As the ghost lettering continues.

At this moment.

Dahan City, originally Yang Jian stayed in a hotel near the Ghost Post Office.

This hotel has been blocked by someone arranged by Sun Rui.

One of the rooms was briefly checked in by Yang Room.

In an unremarkable corner of this room, a weird porcelain with a twisted human figure is located there.

In the quiet corner, this weird porcelain was cracking silently.

It seemed as if nails that were invisible for a moment were hitting the porcelain.

The cracks gradually intensified, and the densely packed human-shaped porcelain body seemed to be completely broken at any time. In the middle of the porcelain, there were several cracks deeper and more obvious than those in other places.

A font is formed between those more obvious cracks and distortions: Yang.

Next to the word Yang, new cracks intensified and continued to spread, as if another word was about to be formed.

According to this situation.

At the next moment when the font is formed, this weird porcelain will be completely shattered and turned into fragments all over the floor.

Once the ghost porcelain is broken.

The barrier protecting the Yang room will disappear.

Or maybe.

The existence of this ghost porcelain made Yang Jian's name extremely difficult to form, and a certain tombstone prepared for him was extremely hard, making it difficult for the ghost to engrave his name.

Return to the cemetery of Fushou Garden.

Yang Jian chased the ding-ding knocking sound closer and closer.

He runs very fast, and he will be able to catch him immediately.

"It hasn't disappeared yet, who is the name of the ghost engraving? How many strokes are there?" Yang Jian was inexplicably worried.

This situation reveals an unusual.

Unusual, it means that some things are beginning to exceed the original expectations. This is not a good thing, but a sign of danger.

Ghost, changed.

In the supernatural event, Yang Jian was not afraid of ghosts killing people in a fixed way, but was afraid that such unpredictable changes would occur in the middle of the ghosts, which would suddenly change the original familiar laws, just like the ghosts and starving ghosts.

Yang Jian didn't slow down because of the hesitation in his heart, instead he was determined to find the ghost and prove his inner conjecture.

soon.

He was a little overjoyed.

Because Yang Jian seemed to be able to use this special situation to find the ghost before the end of the fourth percussion.

"found it."

Violently.

He went over to a large grave, stood directly on the head of the grave, and looked in the direction of the tinkling sound.

There is no obstruction of sight.

The ghost was still there, and the knocking sound didn't stop.

Yang Jian's eyes shrank instantly and saw the true source of the percussive sound.

It was a dead man wearing a black mortuary, skinny, cold, wrinkled face. The brown corpse with bulging knuckles clinging to his fingers, a rusty coffin nail was held by him, hitting his eyes down and down. A tombstone with no words.

This ghost is... Granny Liu?

"How is it possible." Yang Jian was shocked.

How could an ordinary dead old man suddenly become a ghost?

He still held a red letter in his hand, ready to send it out.

After a brief consternation, Yang Jian planned to finish the task first. It doesn't matter whether the thing in front of him is real Granny Liu or a real ghost.

However at this moment.

The percussion stopped.

The fourth person’s name is finished~www.wuxiaspot.com~ not good. "

Yang Jian's ghost peeped into his eyes and was immediately horrified. From this angle, one could vaguely see that the first word at the beginning of the name was...Yang.

"boom!"

At the same time, the ghost porcelain in the corner of the hotel room in Dahan City, because the cracks on it reached its limit, burst open with a sudden and turned into fragments all over the floor, and the strange power also disappeared. , The disappearance is clean, it seems to be offset by some terrible curse.

But it only offsets part of it, not all of it.

"This time the knocking sound is directed at me?"

At this moment, Yang Jian's hairs stood upright, and the soil on the grave under his feet instantly softened.

I want to swallow myself like an abyss.

(End of this chapter)