The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

Hu Jiu took off his eyeballs, rubbed them for a long time, and then put them back into his eye sockets.

The black giant door stood there quietly, surrounded by walls, which were infinitely high upwards and infinitely far to the left and right.

Hu Jiu approached slowly. Something had attacked his sight just now, so he was more cautious this time.

Through the rotten gap, he could clearly see that another black door was closed inside.

Hu Jiu reached out and pushed it gently.

It failed to push.

He had to take out the master key again.

The effect of this key was far beyond his expectations.

With the key, he pushed open the first rotten black giant door.

There were other evil spirits behind him who wanted to follow him in, but they were all stopped by Hu Jiu.

On the one hand, they were afraid of causing unknown consequences, and on the other hand, they didn't want to be taken advantage of.

Even if it was an unintelligent evil spirit, he would never be able to pull a hair from him!

After the first black giant door, Hu Jiu saw the same world.

It was still an infinitely extending wall, and still a black giant door, and there were still many evil spirits wandering at the door.

It's just that the giant door looks newer, and the number of evil spirits seems to be less.

There is a distance of about 100 meters between the two doors.

Hu Jiu repeated the same trick and pushed open the second door.

It was still the same scene.

Newer door, fewer ghosts.

It's just that the ghosts seemed to be more terrifying.

This time when Hu Jiu pushed the door open, a few ghosts almost got in with him.

It wasn't until the fourth door was opened that the scene changed.

A field of irregularly arranged tombs came into view, and a tombstone was erected in front of each tomb, with strange symbols engraved on it, as if it was some kind of taboo ritual.

Hu Jiu walked into the tomb carefully, with soft land under his feet, and every step was accompanied by the sound of soil being crushed.

He looked around, trying to understand the meaning behind all this, but suddenly, he found that his steps became heavy.

Looking down, he found that the ground under his feet began to wriggle, as if it had life, and began to surge towards him.

The soft soil gathered, trying to drag Hu Jiu into the ground and make him one of these graves.

Hu Jiu floated up and suspended in the air, and then he got rid of the soil.

At the same time, he also saw the fifth door.

The door seemed brand new, without any signs of decay or damage.

Hu Jiu took out the key and was about to push the door when a thunderous voice suddenly exploded in his ears:

"Stop!"

In this chaotic cemetery, one of the graves suddenly shook, and as the soil retreated, a figure slowly rose from it.

A person crawled out of the grave, or it should be said that it was an anthropomorphic monster, his skin was pale and stiff, like a zombie.

His eye sockets were empty, without pupils, only bottomless darkness. Its fingers were stiff and twisted, and its nails were sharp, like sharp blades.

He stood up, his clothes were dirty and covered with mud. Obviously, he had been sleeping here for a long time.

He turned to look at Hu Jiu, his hollow eyes seemed to swallow all the light.

Hu Jiu was also looking at him. Although the scene of "climbing out of the grave" seemed very shocking, Hu Jiu felt that he was full of flaws.

The man in the grave said in a muffled voice: "Who are you?"

Although Hu Jiu's disguised appearance is no different from a real ghost, judging from his actions of avoiding the attack of the grave soil and taking out the key to push the door, he is probably not a ghost.

Ghosts can't do such difficult actions.

But it may also be some extremely special situation.

So the man in the grave asked this question.

"Who are you?" Hu Jiu asked casually.

"Don't answer my question with a question!" The man in the grave rebuked sternly.

Hu Jiu said in a sinister tone: "Pay attention to your attitude when talking to me."

Do ghost riders have to speak so harshly and fiercely?

If you don't speak sharply enough, you can't show your status, right?

The man in the grave seemed to be irritated by Hu Jiu's contemptuous attitude, and a long bone spur suddenly popped out from his palm.

"Humph! If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink a penalty!"

Hu Jiu floated in the air, his tone more playful: "You've been buried underground for too long, has your brain rotted? Don't you remember how humans should communicate normally?"

"Sharp-tongued!" The man in the grave raised the bone spur in his hand and was about to attack.

"Wait, Corpse Demon, don't do it yet, according to the procedure, we should confirm his identity first!" A man in a black windbreaker suddenly trotted over and stopped the man in the grave.

Unfortunately, it was a little too late. The bone spur in the hand of the man in the grave, known as the Corpse Demon, suddenly swelled and stabbed towards Hu Jiu.

Hu Jiu moved his body and dodged the attack easily. He even pinched the bone spur with his backhand and said with a smile:

"So your name is Corpse Demon? It really fits your image."

The Corpse Demon couldn't retract the bone spur, so he simply broke it and looked at Hu Jiu with a very vigilant look.

Hu Jiu turned his head and looked at another man in a black windbreaker: "You look like someone who can communicate normally. Can you tell me where this is?"

The man in black said gently: "My name is Zhao Feng. I am the gatekeeper here. My duty is to prevent the evil spirits behind the door from escaping. The Corpse Demon was a little impulsive just now. Please forgive me."

Hu Jiu had a blank expression on his face: "I am a human, not a ghost. Can I leave here? By the way, can I ask where this place is?"

"Whether you are a human or not, I have to check you to confirm!"

The corpse demon suddenly jumped up, and a small and sharp bone spur grew out of the palm, and shot towards Hu Jiu like a bullet.

But Hu Jiu just turned slightly to avoid the attack.

His face turned completely cold.

Who doesn't have a little temper?

He stretched out his hand and hooked his finger at the corpse demon, and a pumpkin headgear with a hollow carving of the image of an evil ghost fell from the sky and hit the corpse demon's head directly.

After all, he was in a camouflage state at this time, and the situation was unclear, so Hu Jiu did not use his more commonly used iconic skills.

Anyway, his abilities are varied, so he just picked one that he hadn't used.

The corpse demon hurriedly dodged. He could feel that once the pumpkin headgear was put on his head, something very bad might happen.

After dodging a pumpkin hood, the corpse demon seemed very angry and shocked: "How dare you fight back?"

"Zhao Feng, what are you still standing there for? Let's take him down together!"

Zhao Feng sighed. The corpse demon had been buried in the soil for too long, and his thinking seemed to be rigid.

Why was he so impulsive and had to take action?

Wouldn't it be better to negotiate peacefully!

If Zhao Feng had the choice, he would definitely not clash with anyone casually, but unfortunately, the corpse demon was stronger. Although they were both gatekeepers, Zhao Feng had to listen to the corpse demon's command.