He Feng and his wife Zhou Mei were shocked as they watched the figure of Uncle Zhang and his son gradually receding.

Even though they knew that there was a ghost in front of them, they were not afraid, but resolutely chose to fight against the ghost. Moreover, they were not the rumored ghost masters, they were ordinary people, and even their physical strength was not as good as the two of them. personal.

The reason for them to do this was just that they didn't want to see more people die at the hands of the devil.

This spirit is admirable.

"This old man looks to be about eighty years old. The old man Zhang Zhidong said that the world was haunted by ghosts sixty years ago. In other words, this old man was already fighting against evil spirits when he was about twenty years old. And I believe there are definitely not a few people like this, but as time goes by, the group of people sixty years ago have grown old, sick, died, and finally been forgotten."

He Feng was silent at this moment.

From these scattered stories and clues, he could already feel the chaotic and magnificent era sixty years ago.

"Come on, let's get out of here quickly. We can't stay in this community anymore. The ghost in just one coffin almost killed all of us. If the other coffins were opened, the consequences would be unimaginable." Zhou Meila said. He Feng was stunned and couldn't wait to leave here.

He Feng nodded subconsciously, then pulled his wife to leave.

But after taking a few steps, he stopped again.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Mei asked in surprise.

He Feng hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "You go first, I want to go back and have a look."

"What? If you go back, you are not afraid of death." Zhou Mei said in horror.

He Feng said: "I'm afraid of death, but I don't want to give up this opportunity. I want to know what happened in that era. I want to see how the old man fought against the ghost. I want to understand the mysterious man. The supernatural circle, take a look at the real ghost master. I can feel that Guanjiang Community is now haunted, and many unimaginable stories will happen here. If I leave now, I will miss everything here. I will definitely miss it then. I will regret it for the rest of my life.”

Seeing her husband like this, Zhou Mei knew in her heart that he had made another professional mistake.

"Then I'll go with you." Then she gritted her teeth and planned to fight.

"No, this time is very dangerous. I can go alone. You must leave."

Although He Feng was very moved, he felt that there was no need for the two of them to take risks together, so he resolutely sent his wife Zhou Mei away, and then turned back alone.

now.

Uncle Zhang, carrying a red ax and Zhang Wenwen holding an oil lamp, had arrived at the construction site where seven coffins were dug out.

"Dad, there is a person over there." Suddenly, Zhang Wenwen pointed in front.

Not far away, there was a graceful woman with voluptuous figure and thick black hair who was walking towards the distance at a leisurely pace.

Although the woman did not turn around, she could tell from her back that she was definitely a stunning beauty.

"Which of your eyes thinks that thing is a human? You can actually recognize such a big ghost." Uncle Zhang saw the figure from behind, and some memories emerged, and then he groaned heavily, expressing his disapproval of his son's ability to judge. Feel dissatisfied.

"Ghost?" Zhang Wenwen trembled and looked at the woman again, only to realize that the figure was indeed unusual.

The clothes that do not belong to this era, the incredible figure, and the weirdly thick black hair. No matter how you look at this woman, she has nothing to do with a living person.

Uncle Zhang quickened his pace slightly at this moment: "Catch up and don't let it leave the community."

Seeing his father's determination, Zhang Wenwen suppressed his inner uneasiness and fear and followed him holding an oil lamp.

Soon, they passed by the place where the seven red coffins were.

Two of the coffins had been opened, but they were empty inside. Something escaped from the coffins and ran out.

Uncle Zhang shouted to the coffin as he walked: "Is there anyone alive inside? If so, Huang Ziya will turn into a ghost, why don't you come out and help?"

Although the probability of people from the past surviving was very small, he still held some hope and shouted a few words tentatively.

There was no response from the remaining five coffins. Instead, a dull knocking sound came from one coffin. The knocking sound was not loud, but it turned out that the red coffin shook continuously, as if there was something terrible inside. Things will soon become unstoppable.

"So fierce? I scared your grandpa Wei to death."

Uncle Zhang shuddered and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Zhang Wenwen, a middle-aged man in his fifties, was about to cry at this moment. He said, "Dad, if it doesn't work, let's go. Don't be brave."

No matter how stupid he was, he could still see that there was a ghost in the coffin that made the noise, and it looked more sinister than the female ghost.

"Don't worry, that thing can't come out unless the coffin is opened, and it's not that easy to leave now. Take a look around you." Uncle Zhang had lost his cane at this moment, and was holding the red ax in his hand tightly.

Zhang Wenwen held up the oil lamp, and only then did he see that the ground near them was covered with a layer of black hair. At the beginning, this layer of black hair was very sparse, but as time went by, these black hair His hair became thicker and thicker.

The most terrifying thing is that those long black hairs are crawling on the ground like living creatures.

"Be careful, don't get entangled in these hairs, or you will die." Uncle Zhang was holding an ax at the black hair on the ground and struck at it.

When the ax fell, the black hair broke directly. At the same time, the long black hair that followed was retracted, leaving a blank area that was not covered.

Uncle Zhang chopped a few more times, and then stopped the intrusion of the long black hair.

But Uncle Zhang was panting and standing there with his ax in his hand, he was exhausted.

"After all, it's not as good as when I was young. I was so tired after just a few chops. If this were the time when your grandpa was young, all the things in the coffin wouldn't be enough for your grandpa to chop."

"We can't waste it like this. That thing is a ghost. We can't consume it. We can find a way to get closer and hit the woman's head with an axe. As long as the ax hits the head, the ghost will be useless. When the time comes, we can kill the ghost. Put it back in the coffin and the matter will be settled."

Although Uncle Zhang is old, his mind is very clear and he knows what he should do.

Zhang Wenwen looked at the strange woman not far away. At this moment, the woman did not continue to move forward, but stood motionless. However, the thick black hair behind her back had fallen to the ground at some point.

Obviously, the long black hair just hung down to the woman's waist.

"Hey, bastard, don't be dazed and work." Uncle Zhang picked up the ax at this moment and handed it to Zhang Wenwen.

"Dad, should I come? I can't do it. I can't do this."

Zhang Wenwen turned pale with fright at this moment and shook his head quickly. His legs were weak now. If he hadn't seen his father so calm and able to fight against this weird thing, he would have turned around and ran away in fear.

"Bah, you're a loser." Uncle Zhang couldn't help but curse: "Look at how cowardly you are. You have the same virtue as your mother, and you are not even as good as my former little brother."

Zhang Wenwen lowered his head slightly, being taught that he did not dare to refute.

There was no way, his son couldn't live up to his expectations, so he could only hold on and carry the ax and continue to move forward.

With a few swings of the ax, he forcibly carved a path through the black hair on the ground.

Uncle Zhang was panting heavily, but he couldn't stop. Otherwise, if the ghosts around him recovered, they would swallow up the father and son, leaving nothing behind.

However, the closer he got to the weird woman in front, the more and thicker the black hair was around him, and the place where the ax struck was covered with black hair again faster and faster.

Finally, Uncle Zhang had to stop about ten meters away from the strange woman.

He was really old. Even though the ax in his hand had no weight at all, the continuous chops made him so tired that he couldn't even lift his arms. Finally, after a swing, his body staggered. Uncle Zhang, who had been trying to be strong all his life, fell into a trap. fell to the ground.

"Dad." Zhang Wenwen was shocked and quickly helped him up.

Uncle Zhang's face was ugly, he was breathing heavily, his eyes were closed tightly, and his chest was like a broken bellows leaking air. He was whirring and muttering to himself. He didn't know what he was saying. Zhang Wenwen only vaguely heard a few words. One word: "Brother Leg Legs."

At this moment, the long black hair covering the ground spread again, surrounding the two people.

Zhang Wenwen was so frightened that he tried to pick up the red ax to fight.

But Uncle Zhang's palm was tightly grasping the handle of the axe, and he couldn't take it off at all.

Seeing the black hair around him getting closer and closer, Zhang Wenwen was so anxious that he broke into a cold sweat and even felt a little overwhelmed.

"Are you okay? I'm here to save you." At this moment, the reporter He Feng's voice rang out. He was running towards this side with a shovel used on the construction site in his hand.

Running around all year round, plus being young and strong, gave He Feng a lot of strength.

He rushed over after a while.

"Don't, don't come over." Zhang Wenwen was stunned for a moment, then realized and shouted hurriedly.

But it's too late.

When He Feng rushed over and entered the light range of the oil lamp, he found that his legs were already covered with black hair. The hair was squirming, getting tighter and tighter, and finally strangled him deeply. of flesh and blood.

"ah!"

He Feng screamed in pain. He used a shovel to try to cut off the strange long black hair, but to no avail. No matter how hard he tried, the long black hair remained undamaged.

"Use my dad's axe." Zhang Wenwen hurriedly reminded him when he saw this scene.

He Feng saw the scarlet ax in Uncle Zhang's hand and immediately pulled it down.

But when he held the scarlet ax in his hand, he was stunned for a moment.

The seemingly heavy ax can't feel any weight at all. It's incredibly light. This simply goes against common sense.

But there was no time to think about this now. He Feng picked up the ax and chopped. The long black hair that could not be cut off before was now broken, and the broken black hair began to retreat quickly like a tide.

"This is no ordinary axe."

He Feng was in shock, but his actions just now briefly saved the lives of several people.

However, the danger has not been eliminated.

At this time, the strange woman standing not far away suddenly changed her position and moved to their side.

Nearby, the long black hair suddenly became thicker.

"Quick, hit that thing with an axe. My dad said, as long as it hits, the ghost will be dead." Zhang Wenwen shouted.

"Okay, let's fight."

He Feng stood up with an ax in hand, roared and rushed towards the strange woman.

It should work over such a short distance.

However, he had just taken two steps forward when his body suddenly became tense, and then he immediately became unable to move.

He Feng's eyes widened, and the incredulous expression on his face revealed his fear of the unknown power.

At this moment, he felt a pair of cold arms hugging him tightly.

Is it an illusion?

No.

It's not an illusion.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, He Feng saw that two pale and ashen arms had appeared around his waist at some point. These two arms were very long, hugging him and tightening them continuously.

He couldn't move and couldn't breathe.

And a sharp pain came from his waist.

That weird and terrifying arm was so strong that he would be strangled to death within a few seconds.

He Feng wanted to use an ax to chop off these two terrible arms, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't move. He couldn't even hold the ax firmly and fell to the ground. Zhang Wenwen on the side couldn't help him. He was covered with a layer of The thick black hair, despite struggling desperately, was covering more and more hair, and was about to engulf him.

"I, am I going to be killed by a ghost?" He Feng had no fear at this moment, only a kind of confusion before death.

Right now.

Suddenly.

The strange arm that almost strangled He Feng to death was retracted in an instant as if it had been burned. Immediately afterwards, the long black hair that surrounded him suddenly retreated.

"Ahem."

He Feng suddenly collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

Zhang Wenwen was still trying to pull away the non-existent long black hair in panic, completely unaware that the danger had temporarily faded.

"I just want to deal with ghosts while carrying an ax. I don't care how old I am. I still think I am the same person as before." At this moment, a cold female voice sounded.

But he saw a mature woman about thirty years old, wearing a white dress and a cold expression, walking slowly with a red candle.

The red candle exuded a strange green candlelight, like a will-o'-the-wisp, which looked particularly penetrating.

"Wang, Sister Wang." Zhang Wenwen was startled when he saw this woman.

Wang Shanshan glanced at him: "Xiao Wen, put Ah Wei on your back, stop messing around, and come with me."

"Okay, okay, Sister Wang." Zhang Wenwen said hurriedly, and then tried to carry his father on his back, but his hands and feet were weak and he couldn't carry him for a while.

He Feng, who had narrowly escaped death, looked at this mysterious woman, and then at her strange red candle. The content of the book suddenly appeared in his mind: Candles are ghost fires, and red candles can be driven away by burning them. ghost.

"let me help you."

Then, He Feng reacted and picked up Uncle Zhang on his back, then picked up the ax and quickly followed Wang Shanshan in front.

Although his leg was injured and still bleeding, it didn't affect him as a young and strong man.

As for whether there will be any sequelae, that is a matter for the future, and I can’t control that much now.

The group of people followed Wang Shanshan, who was holding a red ghost candle, and began to move away from this dangerous place.

However, not far away, the strange woman with thick black hair from before appeared in front of several people again.

The woman was motionless, like a cold corpse, with no trace of blood on her pale face. Although she did not speak, her behavior seemed to tell everyone not to try to leave here.

"Huang Ziya, you can't rest even after death. Do you want to stop me?" Wang Shanshan glanced at him, not afraid, and walked towards him holding a burning red ghost candle.

The green candlelight flickered, and the strange woman slowly retreated and left without stopping them.