Qin Ming no longer wants to stay here any longer. The old man is not dead yet, which brings him a lot of panic, but there are its puzzle pieces here.
After much hesitation, I decided to look for him for a while longer. Since the old man hadn't come back yet, it would be okay to stay a little longer.
After searching for a while, Qin Ming finally found a secret room behind the lobby. The secret room was located in a secret door behind the Grand Master's chair. With a slight push, the door opened.
There was something strange about the dark room. The walls of the long corridor were made of simple blue bricks, and there were rows of oil lamps burning unknown oil with a faint light.
"That's corpse oil."
Continuing to walk inside, he soon came to the end of the darkness, which was a wooden door. Qin Ming hesitated and gently pushed the door open.
The door opened with a creak, and what came into view was a coffin. There were not many objects in the secret room, except for the very conspicuous coffin, and then a strange wooden pestle.
Qin Ming did not dare to move rashly. He crossed the coffin and came inside. He saw a black and white photo on the table. When he took a closer look, he found that the owner of this old house had a little girl.
"Who is this girl?" Qin Ming looked at him with confusion.
In the photo, the old man is still in good condition, with a kind smile. Next to his right hand is a little girl with two pigtails, tightly tugging on the old man's sleeve, as if playing.
The background of the photo seems to be at the entrance of a house. It doesn't look like the old house where Qin Ming lives now. Was it their original residence?
"Ah! Hiss...it's that mark again..." Qin Ming touched the back of his neck and said with a slightly painful expression.
Moving his eyes to the other side, there was a box under the table, a rusty iron box. Qin Ming reached out and picked it up and put it on the table.
After hesitating for a while, he finally reached out and opened the iron box. It was easy and no accidents happened.
"This... this is... a human face..." Qin Ming was slightly surprised and said in surprise.
After opening the iron box, what I saw was a jade-like human face. This human face seemed to be in golden proportion, like a perfect creation.
The first time Qin Ming saw this face, he had the urge to put it on his face, to tear off his own face and replace it with the face in the iron box.
"Is this... the puzzle piece that the Lord of Ghost Eyes wants? This face... seems to make me have the urge to take it with me..." Qin Ming reached out and touched the face, and the first touch felt like As cold as jade.
The tall ghost figure beneath him suddenly surged, and as if uncontrollably, he stretched out a hand condensed by darkness, and stuffed the human face into his dark body under Qin Ming's shocked gaze.
"...I'm so stupid..."
The burning and stinging sensation in the back of my neck disappeared.
At the same time, the tall ghost figure surged a few times, and a coffin nail fell out of the dark body. It was the coffin nail whose supernatural power had declined before, but now it has recovered.
"This...this is returning to the original state."
He knew that ghosts were immortal and coffin nails were made of ghosts. He even suspected that the coffin nails were made by the previous ghost driver using his supernatural power to suppress the effect.
It may take a long time for this coffin nail to return to its original state, but now it has recovered in advance. Did the Lord of Ghost Eyes help him?
"Why does it do this? What's the benefit to it? What's the conspiracy of this guy? Maybe he shouldn't seek skin from a tiger in the first place..." Qin Ming thought with an ugly face.
Picking up the coffin nail, Qin Ming prepared to leave this old house. It was too scary. He was afraid that the old man would come back and wipe it out for him.
After coming out of the secret room, it seemed that the old man hadn't come back yet. Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief, gradually let go of his worries, and quickly left the lobby.
Walking on the path in the woods, when he was about to leave this place, Qin Ming glanced back and saw a shocking scene. Standing at the door of the old house was an old man wearing a long robe, with a haggard face, a tall body and a very thin body. , wearing cloth shoes on his feet.
He looked at the path Qin Ming left with a numb expression. He was lifeless, with some spots on his face and hands, and he was about to reach the end of his life.
The old man was holding a crutch in his right hand and a black-and-white photo in his left hand. His cloudy eyes revealed numbness and exhaustion, and his expression was dull.
Qin Ming stood there in horror, watching the old man staring at him. The other man didn't make any move, he just stood quietly at the door of the old house, looking at him.
He didn't dare to move, so he just stood there. After a while, the old man's stiff body gradually began to move, and he slowly turned around and returned to the old house. The door closed automatically as if it was alive.
Qin Ming was sweating profusely, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after the door was closed. When the old man stared at him just now, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
"That old man was so terrifying. He felt suffocated just by looking at him."
After walking out of the path, Qin Ming turned back and took a deep look at the old house, and finally left the place.
The supernatural bus had already left, and Qin Ming was walking slowly. After a while, he discovered a strange place ahead.
It was a cemetery. Qin Ming had seen it in the bus before. He left in a hurry and only vaguely saw a portrait.
The roads on both sides are densely packed with tombs, which are full of weirdness. Each of the tombs is raised like a small hill. Some of the tombs have tombstones, and a person's portrait is vaguely reflected on them.
Qin Ming couldn't see the portrait clearly. It was a very blurry portrait. Every time he looked at it, it would be blurry. Something supernatural was interfering with his vision.
Some grave mounds are convex and sunken, as if something has left inside and cannot support the raised mound.
Qin Ming didn't dare to go forward. If something happened, it would be tragic. This cemetery was very big, and the bus didn't get out of it for nearly ten minutes.
Looking from a distance, Qin Ming saw that the cemetery that had been continuous along the road suddenly broke off, leaving an open space.
There is a road in the clearing that leads directly to a small hill.
In this bleak and dim world, on a hill surrounded by grave mounds, a small wooden house sat there.
The wooden house is old, as if it has been in disrepair, it is crumbling, and the construction is very rough. It has a feeling of air leakage from all sides, as if the wooden house will fall apart if it is kicked a few times.
"If I remember correctly, there should be a ghost with unknown degree of terror inside. The original work only showed a tall and thin silhouette without much description." Qin Ming squinted his eyes and muttered to himself.
When it was time to leave, a dark red light flashed, and Qin Ming opened his own ghost realm. He had no way to leave this place directly, so he could only go to one of the stations to try his luck.
Fortunately, he came to one of the stops and after waiting for about 20 minutes, a dusty and old-looking bus came from a distance.
The car pulled over and Qin Ming got in the car directly after the door opened. When he got in the car, he first glanced at the display screen, which showed 2.
"There are two ghosts in the car." Qin Ming thought to himself.
Then he looked around and saw that the grave-crying ghost was no longer in the car. There were only a few vague passengers, whether they were humans or ghosts.
He found a seat by the window and sat down directly. Feeling a little tired, Qin Ming took a nap, although there was no need to sleep now.
