"Wen Zhong!" Yan Duo couldn't help shouting.
The sound of the bells shaking reawakened Yan Duo's vague consciousness. Looking at this strange funeral procession, Yan Duo couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.
Standing at the front of the team was a man in mourning clothes, holding a spiritual tablet in his hand. His face had no facial features, and his body was slightly leaning forward in the direction of the scarlet old grave, as if he was paying tribute.
It was followed by two people who were also wearing mourning clothes. The difference was that they each held a gong in their hands. They did not ring the gong at this time, but placed it flat in front of the body. The body was also slightly forward towards the scarlet old grave. Leaning forward is like offering a memorial ceremony.
Looking back, there was a huge cyan coffin, held on the shoulders by six figures in black clothes whose faces were unclear. The coffin was covered with black soil, and a rotten smell overflowed from the coffin. .
There were four figures standing behind the coffin. One of them was also wearing mourning clothes. His appearance could not be seen clearly. He was holding a soul-calling flag in his hand. It was still shaking stiffly and making a shrill sound.
Beside it, there were two men and one woman standing. Their attire was incompatible with the funeral procession. One of them was Wen Zhong, who was separated from him in this ghost forest.
Wen Zhong's eyes were clear at this time, and he was looking at Yan Duo in surprise, with some doubts and helplessness in his eyes. He also did not expect to meet Yan Duo here.
The old tree with a crooked neck did not continue to peel off Yan Duo's ghost shirt at this moment. The strange funeral procession also stayed in place without making any further movements. They seemed to have fallen into a short stagnation.
"The two started to stalemate, what does this mean?" The cold sweat on Yan Duo's forehead began to break out again.
The occurrence of this situation can only explain one problem. This team of funeral ghosts and this ghost forest are the same level of powerful ghosts. Even if there is a gap between the two, the gap will probably not be very big.
"It's true that Wen Zhong was killed in the hands of a devil of this level." Yan Duo smiled bitterly, and so was he himself. If it hadn't been for this weird funeral procession, I'm afraid he would have turned into this tree now. The nourishment of the crooked neck old tree.
Now his body is still tightly bound by black vines, the ghost shirt hangs down weakly, and only the left arm is still wrapped around his body.
At this moment, Yan Duo suddenly discovered something, emitting a faint light, which was the lucky silver coin he put in his shirt pocket.
The moment he saw the silver coin, Yan Duo suddenly had a crazy idea. What would happen if a new evil ghost intervened in this stalemate situation at this time.
Yan Duo didn't know that it was his first time and probably the last time to encounter such a big scene.
He wanted to use this silver coin to gamble, bet that he could throw a neutral result, bet that he could release the evil ghost hidden in the silver coin, there was only one chance, and the bet was the lives of himself, Wen Zhong and others!
Thinking of this, Yan Duo took a deep breath. Hanging upside down for a long time made his head feel a little swollen. After confirming the angle, Yan Duo gritted his teeth and began to gently shake his left arm, which had become somewhat stiff. .
The ghost shirt also began to swing slightly, and Yan Duo's goal was to shake out the shaky silver coin in the shirt pocket.
Once, twice, three times... Finally, with Yan Duo's efforts, with a soft sound, the silver coin fell from the pocket of his shirt, drawing a beautiful curve in the air.
Yan Duo closed his eyes tightly. He didn't expect a miracle to happen, he only hoped to succeed this time, because this was his last chance.
For a long time, there was no movement. Yan Duo opened his eyes and saw that the silver coins were stuck straight on the old grave. Blood was oozing out from the place where the ghost's head was printed on both sides.
No matter what, he won the bet after all.
This is also the first time Yan Duo has seen the evil ghost hidden in this silver coin. No matter how terrifying it is, it is a real evil ghost.
Next, let’s see what kind of chemical reaction will occur when the third evil ghost suddenly intervenes.
The silver coins were oozing blood and reddish-brown flesh, gradually forming a small puddle on the old grave. Then, a ghost hand made of countless pieces of flesh stretched out from the blood.
Seeing this scene, Wen Zhong broke into cold sweat. He instantly understood what Yan Duo wanted to do. The other party wanted to use external force to break the balance between the two ghosts.
This is definitely a crazy idea, and it does not consider his own retreat at all, but if he puts himself in his shoes, he would choose to do this if it were Wen Zhong.
There is almost no way to actively break the supernatural balance.
However, the next second, both of them widened their eyes at the same time.
Before this ghost hand made of minced meat could interfere with the scene, the red soil around the old grave suddenly began to sink. In less than a second, the entire ghost hand and all the silver coins were destroyed by the old grave. engulfed.
Yan Duo began to doubt his own eyes. Could there be a terrifying ghost buried in this old grave? Now all his plans have gone bankrupt. It seems that it is only a matter of time before he becomes the nourishment of this crooked-necked old tree. .
And Wen Zhong is not much better. If he can't get out of trouble, he may really become a member of this group of funeral ghosts. Together with Min Qing and Chen Yanyun, even if he dies, he will always follow this group of ghosts. Keep wandering.
Suddenly, the old tomb trembled, scarlet soil sprinkled all around, and a human-shaped silhouette slowly appeared from the tomb, as if it was about to sit up from the tomb.
The soil fell to the ground, seemingly pulled by an invisible force, instantly giving the empty land a layer of blood.
At the same time, the faceless ghost holding the spiritual tablet in its hand seemed to have received some kind of signal. It stiffly bent down and placed the spiritual tablet in its hand on the blood-red ground.
Then there was a bang, and the cyan coffin that was originally carried on the shoulders by the black-clothed ghost was also hit hard to the ground. The lid of the coffin that was originally tightly closed was also shaken open with a gap at this time, and floated from it. There was a strong corpse smell.
Immediately afterwards, the Li Gui standing at the end of the team began to stiffly shake the soul-calling flag in his hand.
What sounded this time was not the sound of bells, but a small sound of crying. The sounds were from men and women, old people and children, and even mixed with the cry of babies.
Hearing this voice, Wen Zhong felt his scalp numb, a hundred claws scratching his heart, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes involuntarily.
However, the sound did not last long. I don't know what happened in the next second. The soul-calling flag suddenly broke into two sections and fell to the ground. At the same time, Wen Zhong felt his body loosen and his body could actually move.
