Under the disbelieving gazes of the two people, Jiang Yan slowly walked towards the ghost in front of him.
One step, two steps... Finally, I reached the edge of the light of the corpse oil lamp.
Taking another step would mean that he had drawn a clear line between him and those ghost masters who were still hanging on.
In the ruined temple, Feng An looked joking. He looked down upon Jiang Yan's behavior at all.
The path of being a ghost master is not something you can walk on just by being passionate. More often, you need calmness, reason, and cruelty.
In this weird world, it's good to just survive. Who cares about human dignity?
The man in the black hat on the side looked confused, his eyes under his sunglasses staring closely at Jiang Yan's back.
Although he couldn't understand Jiang Yan's actions, he could feel the will of this young college student.
The somewhat thin young man in front of him seemed to want to embark on a new path.
And what is at the end of this road, the man in the black hat cannot yet see.
In the yard, staring at the black soil in front of him, Jiang Yan took a deep breath and stepped out without hesitation.
A cold, sticky feeling came, and the black soil under my feet felt like a swamp.
Not long after he stepped on the black soil, a severe cold quickly spread from the soles of his feet to Jiang Yan's whole body.
So cold.
This coldness penetrated deep into his bones, making Jiang Yan tremble all over.
He could still feel the cold at first, then slowly lost consciousness, as if his body's senses were frozen.
"I can't walk anymore..."
After taking less than ten steps, Jiang Yan felt his body lose consciousness and stood silently, unable to move.
After staying for a few breaths, the black soil under my feet changed. The soil bulged slightly, as if something was about to break out of the ground.
"Gu."
The soil is turned.
A blue-black withered human hand stretched out and grabbed Jiang Yan's ankle forcefully.
An even colder touch came, extremely cold and painful. Jiang Yan felt a burning sting coming from his ankles, and at the same time, his body seemed to be sinking.
"Is it trying to pull me into the ground?" Jiang Yan guessed.
Soon, his guess came true. Under the drag of the green and black withered hands, Jiang Yan's body slowly sank.
Within a few breaths, both of his legs sank into the black earth.
"This black soil seems to want to bury me. This is how Liu Ming should have disappeared." Jiang Yan speculated.
The man in the black hat and Feng An in the ruined temple looked on in surprise. What they were surprised about was not that the black soil was devouring Jiang Yan, but that they were surprised why Jiang Yan didn't resist.
"Is that kid going to die?" Feng An asked confused.
"Probably not, he's not that stupid, he should be testing." The man in the black hat retorted. He knew Jiang Yan and knew that Jiang Yan would not do anything stupid with his intelligence.
They didn't know that Jiang Yan in the black soil was also hesitating.
Should we intervene?
What is the result of being buried in this ghost land? Will he die directly, or will there be any other changes?
While he was struggling, his body was sinking faster and faster, and when he regained consciousness, only his head was left above the ground.
After his body submerged into the black earth, he felt that Ghost Bus was being suppressed strongly.
"It's over. Now I can't even use my supernatural power." Jiang Yan frowned slightly.
Although he is not a gambler, he still has to take a gamble at this moment!
There must be deeper secrets under this black soil, and the way to survive lies within.
"Gulu."
His head sank completely and his whole body was buried in black soil.
The black earth ghost cave returned to the cold and dead silence.
Suddenly, where Jiang Yan sank, the soil was stirred again.
A blue-black corpse wearing mourning clothes slowly emerged, kneeling facing the ruined temple like other orange-faced corpses.
Black Earth has another ghost slave.
In the ruined temple, the man in black hat and Feng An looked frozen for a long time, as if they were a little unbelievable.
"He died like this?" Feng An said with surprise.
"should be."
Although the man in the black hat was a little disappointed in his heart, he had to accept the facts before him.
Jiang Yan has been buried by ghosts and became one of hundreds of ghost slaves.
Although he was a little regretful, he quickly realized that the life of a ghost master was so fragile, and one wrong move could lead to disaster.
Even though Jiang Yan was an excellent ghost master, his inner idealism made him make a radical choice, which ultimately led to his death.
It's so difficult to find a new path.
Thinking of this, the man in the black hat looked at the corpse oil lamp beside him, cherishing the tenderness of life in the dim light.
"That college student is really stupid. He really thinks he is invincible when there are ghosts? He is so reckless. He even said before that he would open a coffin to kill ghosts. Fortunately, we didn't listen to him, otherwise we would have died countless times." Feng An said Complained on the side.
The man in the black hat felt uncomfortable hearing this, but it was hard to refute. After all, he did not agree with opening the coffin. Who knew how terrifying the contents of the blood coffin would be.
Even with the black blood sword, they were not sure how to deal with it.
Thinking of this, he quietly looked at the scarlet blood coffin in front of him, feeling secretly grateful in his heart.
Just then, a crisp voice came.
"Boom."
The two people's newly relaxed nerves suddenly became tense.
"What's the sound? Did you just hear it?" Feng An turned to the man in the black hat in surprise, and found that the man in the black hat also looked frightened.
"Boom...boom."
The voice came again, and the two quickly glanced at the ruined temple, and finally their eyes fell on the blood coffin.
"The sound seems to be coming from the coffin." The man in the black hat said in a horrified tone.
"No way? The supernatural balance is still going on, and the ghost in the blood coffin can't possibly wake up." Feng An still didn't want to believe it.
"Boom!"
The voice came again, and it was louder than before. The last bit of luck in Feng An's heart disappeared in an instant.
"Damn it! The ghost in the coffin wants to come out!" The man in the black hat yelled, and hurriedly retreated to the corner, keeping a distance from the coffin.
"This... don't be afraid. As long as the corpse oil lamp is still on, we will be safe!" Feng An said excitedly.
Corpse oil lamps are their greatest source of confidence.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the ruined temple became flickering.
Upon closer inspection, the flame of the corpse oil lamp began to become unstable.
"Crow's Mouth!" The man in the black hat cursed, looking at the swaying corpse oil lamp in horror.
"Ah, this...no way, there is still a lot of corpse oil in the lamp!" Feng An said in panic.
The man in the black hat looked carefully, and then his expression changed:
"It's not the lamp oil that's the problem, it's the oil corpse that was hung."
"What!" Feng An immediately looked towards the oil corpse.
The oil corpse that had been hanging steadily before now began to shake slightly. The shaking was very small, but the wind caused the flame of the corpse oil lamp to become unstable.
The two of them immediately panicked when they saw this, and the supernatural balance in this ruined temple began to gradually get out of control...
