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here we go again?
The sound of engraving the tombstone sounded, and everyone lifted it up again with a sigh of relief, and their nerves tensed up again.
too fast.
There is no chance for people to breathe at all. A member of the supernatural forum just died. How long has it been, more than ten seconds, or twenty seconds?
A minute at most.
The ghost attacks followed one after another, starting from the death of the first Luo Suyi, this should be the fourth attack.
After Yang Jian heard the voice, his face darkened.
According to his plan, the task of delivering the letter was to end after the third attack and before the fourth attack began, but he did not expect that the No. 78 tomb was not found at all, that tomb seemed to have disappeared, and this area did not exist at all. Otherwise, how could so many people find nothing.
"The fourth person is going to die, who will it be this time?" Sun Rui stood there with a cane, and his face was ugly.
Although he knew that the ghost's attack method was to engrave his name on the tombstone, but this kind of attack could not be resisted, and even he had no confidence in surviving this kind of attack.
"Have you found tomb No. 78 yet? If we don't find it, if we procrastinate like this, the whole group may be wiped out here. If you want to survive, look for it quickly, expand the scope, don't surround it here, and you won't die if you go farther away." Sun Rui gave a low cry anxiously, ordering the members of the supernatural forum.
Others were sweating coldly. Naturally, they were desperately searching for tomb No. 78.
But things are so weird.
There are tombs from No. 70 to No. 80 here, but without the No. 78 tomb, it is useless to expand the search area, because soon someone discovered that the number of tombs in the distance has become more than one hundred.
In other words, if there is tomb No. 78, it must be in this area, and it will never be too far away.
"I didn't find it, it doesn't exist here."
"I didn't find it either. There is no Tomb No. 78."
"I have already found more than one hundred graves, but the one you mentioned is not the only one."
This is the second time they have reported the situation.
This time the search was more careful than the first time, and no details were missed. However, six or seven people scattered to search, but they still couldn't find the tomb.
"Is it really tricked by that ghost post office? That ghost place shouldn't exist, and we must find a way to demolish that building after we go back." Sun Rui's face was gloomy, and he was in a bad mood.
"No, there is tomb No. 78, it's just that we found the wrong one."
At this time, Yang Jian casually threw the arm he was holding aside.
The arm that fell on the soil sank immediately, and was soon buried in the ground, disappearing.
"How to say?" Sun Rui immediately turned to look at him.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and he said: "I was thinking just now, this letter delivery mission is logically only the mission of the courier on the first floor, the purpose of the post office is not to kill people, but to enable the courier to complete the task better, as for the purpose, let's not talk about it." Mention, at least it is impossible to arrange a certain death when the mission of delivering the letter comes out."
"Otherwise there is no point."
"Just looking at the current situation, it is necessary to withstand the attack of the ghosts here, and then find the No. 78 tomb For example, we have already found it. Counting the time, from finding it, to digging a grave, and then to the grave. Send the letter, how many people will die during this period? Now the ghost is killing the fourth person."
"But the couriers on the first floor count the three of us, plus the three who didn't come before, there are six people in total."
"Six people, one by one took their lives to fill in, and they didn't have enough time to complete the task of delivering the letter, so this conflicted with the situation at the scene."
Li Yang on the side estimated it in his heart, and it was indeed so.
According to this situation, even if all six people died, it would be impossible to send the letter successfully.
This is a deadly mission to send a letter.
But Yang Jian's analysis is also correct, if it is a mortal task, why bother.
Although supernatural events are weird, there are traces to follow after all, and they are not random ones. Even ghosts kill people with so-called rules.
"So what are your thoughts?" Sun Rui hesitated.
Yang Jian said: "It's very simple. We made a mistake. We looked at the problem from the perspective of a ghost master, thinking that tomb No. 78 is among these old tombs. In fact, it is very likely that it is as stated in the letter. In that way, it will be in the original Fushou Garden, which is what we have just been to.The device is broken.
The barrier protecting Yang Jian will disappear.
Also maybe.
The existence of this ghost porcelain made Yang Jian's name extremely difficult to form, and a certain tombstone prepared for him was extremely hard, making it difficult for ghosts to carve his name.
Return to the cemetery in Fushou Garden.
Yang Jian chasing the sound of the ding ding was getting closer and closer.
He ran very fast, and he could catch up in no time.
"It hasn't disappeared yet, who's name is that ghost engraving, with so many strokes?" Yang Jian felt inexplicably anxious.
This situation reveals something unusual.
Unusual means that some things have begun to exceed the original expectations. This is not a good thing, but a sign of danger.
Ghost, there has been a change.
Among the supernatural events, Yang Jian is not afraid of ghosts killing people in a fixed way, but afraid of such unpredictable changes in the middle of the ghost, which will suddenly change the familiar rules, just like the ghosts at the beginning, just like the starving ghosts.
Yang Jian didn't slow down because of the hesitation in his heart. Instead, he was determined to find the ghost and prove his inner guess.
soon.
He was a little elated.
Because Yang Jian seemed to be able to take advantage of this special situation to find the ghost before the fourth knocking sound ended.
"found it."
Suddenly.
He climbed up to a large grave, stood directly on the grave, and looked in the direction of the ding-ding knocking sound.
The line of sight is not blocked.
The ghost is still there, and the knocking sound has not stopped.
Yang Jian's eyes shrank instantly, and he saw the real source of the knocking sound.
It was a skinny, cold, wrinkled dead man in a black mortuary suit. The brown corpse skin with protruding knuckles was clinging to his fingers. He was holding a rusty coffin nail and knocking on his face. A tombstone without words.
This ghost is Mrs. Liu?
"How is it possible?" Yang Jian was astonished.
How could an ordinary dead old man suddenly become a ghost.
He was still holding a red letter in his hand, ready to send it out.
After a brief moment of shock, Yang Jian decided to finish the task first. It doesn't matter whether the thing in front of him is the real Mrs. Liu or a real ghost.
However at this moment.
The knocking stopped.
The name of the fourth person is finished.
"not good."
Yang Jian's ghostly eyes peeped out, and he was immediately horrified. From this angle, he could vaguely see that the first letter of the name wasYang.
"boom!"
At the same time, the ghost porcelain in the corner of the hotel room in Dahan City, because the cracks on it had reached the limit, exploded with a bang, and turned into fragments all over the ground, and the strange power disappeared at the same time , Disappeared cleanly, as if somehow offsetting some kind of terrible curse.
But it only offsets part of it, not all of it.
"Is the knocking sound directed at me this time?"
At this moment, Yang Jian's hairs stood on end, and the soil on the graveyard under his feet softened instantly.
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