Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Chapter 277 Ghost Village

The evil ghost punching the wall in the tunnel has a ferocious and twisted face.

From the moment Lincoln started the particle accelerator, it had already seen its end. It would be trapped and dead in this damn place for the rest of its life!

Looking at Lincoln who was slowly packing up his things and preparing to leave, his mood was extremely angry, his expression was completely broken, and his twisted heart was filled with extreme malice and murderous intent towards Lincoln.

It tried its best to launch frantic attacks on Lincoln again and again, but to no avail. Lincoln dragged the data cables and wires, hummed a tune and started his car happily.

"You can't live without it! You can't live without it!"

The evil ghost's ferocious screams echoed in the tunnel, almost crazy: "You have to stay with me! You have to stay here with me for the rest of your life! I will watch you slowly die here! Haha!

Ha ha ha ha!"

Lincoln looked at the black clouds at the top of the tunnel and curled his lips: "Are you kidding? Who wants to stay with you?"

The thick black clouds gathered together and turned into a ferocious grimace, looking at Lin Dao: "I was going to kill you, but now I have changed my mind. I can't leave here, and you don't believe it! Stay with me.

Ha ha ha ha!"

"Go ahead and dream about it!" Lincoln sneered, stepped on the accelerator, and crashed directly into the cement tunnel wall.

Seeing his 'seeking death' action, the evil spirit sneered and wanted to speak, then his eyes widened and he watched in disbelief as Lincoln drove straight through the wall.

Looking at the seamless cement wall, the evil ghost was dumbfounded. It was filled with yin energy and rushed directly towards the cement wall.

Bang!

The lingering black air dispersed, and the evil ghost failed to pass through the tunnel. The methods and rules it once used to trap humans have now become big locks that restrict and imprison itself.

It wanted to destroy the example accelerator left by Lincoln, but the solidity of Lincoln's creation was simply not something that a little devil like it could shake.

For a moment, looking at the buzzing accelerator and the empty tunnel, it was completely desperate.

Outside the Zhanglingshan Tunnel.

The people from the Bureau of Investigation did not bother Lincoln again, but the surveillance cameras along the way were always locked on Lincoln's car. Seeing that he did not appear for a long time after driving into the tunnel, the people from the Bureau of Investigation gradually became uneasy.

Until the investigators who went to the tunnel returned extremely bad news - a supernatural incident occurred in the Zhanglingshan Tunnel.

A remote-controlled car was sent into a tunnel by people from the Bureau of Investigation. However, the moment it entered the tunnel, the remote-controlled car completely lost contact. They tried to bring the car back by pulling the rope, but they could not bring anything back.

Looking at the tunnel in front of them, the investigators from the Investigation Bureau had serious expressions on their faces, but not long after, they saw Lincoln driving a car directly out of the tunnel, with a thread trailing behind: "

Lin, Mr. Lin! Are you still alive?"

Lincoln:???

Realizing the problem with his words, the investigator hurriedly apologized, and then pointed to the Zhanglingshan Tunnel and said: "We discovered that a supernatural incident occurred in the tunnel, and we rushed to deal with it. Didn't you encounter that supernatural incident?"

"We met." Lincoln nodded and pointed behind him: "I also brought something out."

At this time, a group of investigators looked at the thick and long black line trailing behind him: "What is this?"

"Wires, and data lines."

Investigator:???

Hearing Lincoln's answer, the investigators found it difficult to understand: "However, the electric wires and data lines in the Zhanglingshan Tunnel are all buried in advance."

"It's not the wires and data lines of the tunnel." Lincoln waved his hand: "It's the wires and data lines of the particle accelerator."

Investigator:???!!!

At this moment, it was even more difficult for these investigators, who had experienced hundreds of battles and had a tenacious will, to understand.

Particle accelerator? What particle accelerator? Are there any particle accelerators in the Zhanglingshan Tunnel?

Seeing that they all looked confused, Lincoln continued: "I met a guy in that tunnel who wanted to play tricks with me and break the wall, and then I built a particle accelerator in it."

"These are the wires and data cables of the particle accelerator. As long as the accelerator is not broken, that piece of shit will have to play house in the tunnel with it for the rest of its life."

Aba Aba Aba~~

After hearing Lincoln's understatement, not to mention the investigators, those who had started to listen to the scene via voice connection all lost their language skills.

When I encounter a ghost-beating-the-wall cycle, I build a particle accelerator with my backhand?

Good guys, they are now the first person to see what is called a true 'scientific exorcism of ghosts'.

This evil spirit who played tricks on wall-breaking in the Zhanglingshan Tunnel was unlucky when he encountered Lincoln.

That ghost had killed countless people with just one hand, but it happened to encounter a ruthless man in front of him who could empty his gloves and build a particle accelerator. Suddenly, it was trapped in it and died.

But having said that, the end-to-end loop of the ghost hitting the wall scene is indeed very suitable for something like a particle accelerator. If the biggest space problem is solved, as long as the range of the ghost hitting the wall loop is large enough, a particle accelerator of dozens of kilometers can be

It works, but the evil ghost may have to suffer a little.

The investigators from the Bureau of Investigation did not speak. They were obviously shocked by what Lincoln did. Lincoln didn't say anything. He just threw down the wires and data cables, then started the car and rushed towards the tunnel again.

Seeing Lincoln's actions, an investigator subconsciously wanted to stop him: "There is a ghost in there."

Speaking in general, he stopped. Apparently, he realized that bumping into a ghost was not a dangerous thing for Lincoln. On the contrary, the real danger was bumping into Lincoln's ghost.

There is obviously no way to solve the problem of Zhanglingshan Tunnel.

The ghost inside was almost completely crazy after being played by Lincoln, and even the people from the investigation bureau didn't want to go in to find out.

What's more, what are you going in for?

It's just a tunnel. A particle accelerator dominated by ghosts breaking walls and evil spirits is not much more valuable than a tunnel? Moreover, this accelerator was built by Lincoln to torture evil spirits, so its quality must be guaranteed!

Just thinking about the benefits of a particle accelerator and a ghost that breaks the wall and traps evil spirits to death, the people in the investigation bureau feel that it is much more valuable than a tunnel.

Later, Zhanglingshan became busy, and Lincoln continued to drive to other cities.

Under the cover of night, a mysterious evil seemed to be coming. Lincoln had been accustomed to the same darkness on both sides of the road, but suddenly, he saw a glimmer of light.

A little light shining in the village.

In the past, it was normal to have villages, but now there are very few.

The supernatural things that kill people don't look at whether you are from the city or the village. They only look at whether you are a human being. As long as you are a human being, they can kill you.

At the beginning of the supernatural recovery, due to the extremely high population density and long commuting time, the population of the city decreased significantly. However, later on, the death toll in the villages began to increase.

As a result, the centralized centering policy began to be implemented.

Detached houses? Those who are not afraid of death can continue to live there, while the rest who are afraid of death will all start to live together, and multi-story buildings are often the most suitable for concentrated living.

Under such circumstances, the villages that can still appear must either have bold villagers with their own abilities, or they may not be human beings.

Naturally, Lincoln had no interest in the former, but that would be fun!

With this thought in his mind, Lincoln turned the steering wheel slightly and rushed towards the village. From a distance, before he entered the village, he saw a stone monument on the side of the road - Taoyuan Village.

"Good guy, you can tell something is wrong with the name of your village at first glance. Do you think I haven't seen the haunted version of Peach Blossom Spring? Do you think I don't know that the name of your village was taken from here?"

While complaining, Lincoln blocked the road at the entrance of the village with his car and looked at an old man who looked very strange on the side of the road: "That old man, I'm lost. I want to stay here for one night, can you?"

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The villager didn't say anything, he just looked at the road connected to the dirt road behind Lincoln. The road was straight and led into the distance. Even a blind man couldn't get lost.

Regarding Lincoln's behavior of telling lies, the uncle did not expose it. He just nodded, pointed to the house on the right and said: "There are many houses over there. You can find one to live in. Don't go out at night if you have nothing to do.

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"Don't go out at night if you have nothing to do?" Upon hearing this, Lincoln's eyes suddenly lit up: "Does that mean you will run into trouble if you go out at night?"

That uncle didn't know what Lincoln was thinking. If he knew, he would probably give him a thumbs up and praise him for his cleverness.

Following the uncle's instructions, Lincoln walked to the right, looked around from a distance, and saw that the uncle also walked directly to a house on the right and pushed open the door.

Lincoln's eyes narrowed slightly and he didn't say much.

There is a saying that the left is yang and the right is yin. If the houses are calculated according to this, then the house on the left is for the living and the house on the right is for the dead.

Of course, this is not the case in ordinary villages, but the village where Lincoln was located was not an ordinary village either.

After all, how could an ordinary village be so dark at night that an old man who was not afraid of death was waiting at the village gate with a hoe on his shoulder, as if he was afraid that Lincoln would not find his way out.

Under such circumstances, Lincoln had every reason to suspect that the old man pointed out the house on the right to a living person just to assassinate him.

If he wasn't someone who could blow out a sun with a sneeze or smash a planet with a slap, and was still somewhat capable of protecting himself, if it were any other ordinary person who came here, he would probably be assassinated!

Thinking of this in his mind, he suddenly felt that he had ulterior motives and that it was unbearable. He immediately set out to follow the road he had memorized before and headed towards the uncle's house.

Prepare to demonstrate that if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

With a creak, the wooden door was closed by the old man carrying the hoe. The moment he put down the hoe, his whole body became hardened.

He walked towards the room like a puppet on strings, skipping the sleeping clothes for living people, and was lying on a wooden board, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling, as if he was waiting.

What.

Bang!

A muffled sound came, and shortly after the wooden door closed, Lincoln followed the path he had memorized and walked directly over. Looking at the wooden door, he kicked the door open with a bang.

He searched the yard and stopped on the hoe in the corner. Picking up the hoe, Lincoln walked into the room as if he had returned to his own home.

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, the evil spirit who was lying on the bed was still a little confused, but as soon as he raised his head, Lincoln put the hoe on his neck: "Good evening."

uncle:???

Do you say hello by putting a hoe on someone's neck?

As if he understood his eyes, Lincoln smiled slightly and began to explain: "Didn't you say before that you wanted me to find a house on the right to live in?"

"I searched around, and finally felt that the house you live in is more suitable for me, so I came here to discuss it with you. This house belongs to me now. What do you think?"

As he spoke, Lincoln pressed down the hoe in his hand. The powerful force almost cut off half of the evil spirit's head.

Looking at Lincoln's posture, which was called consultation but was actually a direct grab, the evil spirit was silent in his heart: If you do this, will I have any consultation?

Without saying a word, he got off his board and silently began to walk outside. But suddenly, Lincoln's voice sounded from behind again: "Hey, hey, go back and take my things."

What are you taking away for?"

Evil Ghost:???

It turned back and saw Lincoln pointing at the clothes and saying, "Those are my clothes at home. Don't wear them."

Evil Ghost: That means I can't do it now. If I can do it, I will kill you first!

Roaring in his heart, it could only take off his clothes little by little with Lincoln's satisfied eyes. Then, before he walked out of the door, he saw his clothes being burned by Lincoln.

You are dead! You are dead! I must kill you!

The evil ghost roared loudly in his heart, and his steps out of the courtyard became more and more stiff. Without the hoe, he couldn't even pretend to be human.

As time passed, the night became darker and darker. Finally, as the time hand reached the twelve o'clock, the whole village seemed to come to life.

The houses on the left side of the rural road were completely silent, while in the houses on the right side, villagers who had been lying on the boards and staring at the ceiling stood up one after another.

They did not bring their own farm tools, but pushed the door out with stiff steps, and then gathered outside Lincoln's yard: "Living people, there are living people here!"

The villagers with gray faces and straight eyes looked extremely scary, and the leader was the one who had been stripped naked by Lincoln before.

(End of chapter)