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066 One wave just flattened, another wave rises again

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    right!  The best way to save him now is to wake his son from his extreme grief.  As long as the son wakes up, he must immediately notice the surging cold air; as long as the son cheers up a little, that bright brilliance will definitely appear again!

    Thinking of this, I quickly yelled at my son.  Because, I know, the current self can make a loud shout.  It seems that I have seen the relaxed appearance of my son when he successfully escaped from the impact of all ghosts.  I could feel myself starting to smile smugly.

    Hey, why didn't your son respond at all?  While continuing to shout loudly, I observed carefully.  The strange ripples of light not only blocked the invasion of all the cold and ghostly energy, but also absorbed all the sounds from the outside like a sponge.  Therefore, the son who was surrounded by the ripples of light couldn't detect any movement from the outside world at all.

    Damn ripples of light!  no no!  I really shouldn't have called it (ripples of light).  If it weren't for this miraculous ripple of light, then my son would have been completely devoured by all ghosts long ago.  However, Xiao He was successful and Xiao He was defeated. This ripple of light, which contributed so much to Xiao He, has now become the biggest obstacle for him to remind his son.  At this moment, I really "love and hate" this ripple of light!

    Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will not give up my efforts!  Therefore, while I kept shouting loudly, I was anxiously thinking about other solutions.  It is precisely because of this that I did not notice the changes in the outside world.

    At this moment, after the rapid fading of the ripples of light, the number of drowned ghosts rushing wildly around them is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.  Finally, except for the retreating ones, all other collisions disappeared, completely disappeared!  Because of the disappearance of the ghost attack, the ripples of light that were so conspicuous in the darkness also disappeared.  Immediately, the dark scene returned to its previous pitch-black appearance again.

    The sudden change of light gave me an extremely uncomfortable feeling of missing vision.  After a little adaptation, I just realized that my son has successfully survived the crisis.  joy!  An incomparable joy immediately flowed through the whole body.  I couldn't be happier!  But then a strong fear surged in my heart!  Just now, it was really exciting!  If it wasn't for the ripples of light that appeared on their own, then under the attack of the tide of ghosts, the son would definitely fall into a situation beyond redemption.

    The ripples of light disappeared, the tide of drowned ghosts receded, and my son returned to safety!  None of these are bad things.  But I don't know why, but I can't be happy anymore.  Because as the ripples of light disappeared, the silhouette of my son completely disappeared in front of me.  No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find a trace of my son.  Lost!  A strong sense of loss arises spontaneously.  Although the situation was in danger just now, after all, he could see the vague outline of his son.

    The surrounding air seemed to become more gloomy, and a decaying smell permeated the air.  A howl woke me up from my despair.  What exactly happened here?  Logically speaking, after the crowd of drowned ghosts retreated, this ghostly shady scene should quickly dissipate!  But now, why do I feel that the cold air is getting stronger?

    I subconsciously looked around.  Although it was pitch black all around, it was strange to say that in such a dark environment, I could see everything within a radius of several miles clearly.  It's as if, since feeling trapped in my body, my vision has changed a lot.

    Finally, I found the source of the growing ghostly aura around me.  It was a small mound.  Oh, no, those are not small mounds, but grave mounds one by one.  Every grave mound is spraying out clouds of black air, and it is reckoned that the black air is gloomy ghost air.  The black air sprayed more and more violently, and suddenly, the sound of "rumbling" came one after another.  Under the strong impact of the black air, the grave mounds finally broke open, and then black shadows with disheveled hair slowly rose from the cracks.

    "Wow, the corpse has changed!" I yelled in horror.  Then, I immediately realized something was wrong.  Even if it is a corpse change, so many corpses in the graves will not change together, right?  This is a little abnormal, very abnormal!  If it wasn't a dead body, what would it be?

    It reminded me of the scene before the attack of the drowned ghost.  First I saw the river and the bridge, then the drowned ghosts crawled out of the water one by one, and then they attacked frantically one after another.  Could it be that this is the prelude to another wave of ghost attacks?  Immediately, I shuddered.

    Last time, my son withstood the crazy attack of the drowned ghosts, but this time, I don't know if he can resist it.  Judging from the momentum of the appearance of this wave of underground ghosts, it seems that they are much more powerful than the drowned ghosts.  It was because of my worry that I couldn't help looking around again.  Unfortunately, I didn't see the figure of my son sitting next to me in a daze.I can't move, I can't see, and the most annoying thing is that my son can't hear his cry at all.  what to do?  How can I remind my son so that he can prepare early.  What I am most worried about is, will the magical light ripples appear automatically this time?  If he didn't show up this time, wouldn't his son be miserable?  Hate, I hate my body very much now!  Why can't I control it (body) even though I haven't died yet?

    Those underground ghosts rising slowly will not restrain themselves because of my anxiety and unwillingness. They make terrifying wailing sounds one by one, and at the same time they are desperately crawling out of the soil.  Little by little, these underground ghosts finally came to the ground completely.

    Decay!  Those grotesque underground ghosts all have one thing in common, that is "decay"!  It seems that a gust of wind can blow away those rotten guys.  It's just a pity that there is no wind in this huge black curtain.  After a pause, these underground ghosts, like the drowned ghosts before, swooped in my direction.

    "Boom, boom, boom", unlike the erratic drift of the drowned ghost, the underground ghost will make a heart-pounding muffled sound every time it takes a step.  Perhaps, the sound made by one ghost is not very loud, but if thousands of ghosts are added together, the momentum will be absolutely terrifying.  When the underground ghost ran wildly, patches of dust were stirred up.  It's just that I don't know whether the dust comes from the ground or directly from the decaying underground ghosts.

    "Boom, boom, boom", every time the heartstrings vibrate, there will be horrific wails of "awow".  I was already afraid. Of course, it was not for myself, but for the son beside me!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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