The Mysterious Recovery of the Peerless Ghost Hand

Chapter 85
"Fuck! Lao Tzu's shroud!"

Seeing that the grave-crying ghost was about to get out of the car with the shroud on his face, Marriott became anxious for a moment.

The shroud is very useful, at least so far, he has not missed it. If Yang Jian is asked to exchange an item on the grave-crying ghost for Wan Hao's shroud, then Wan Hao is absolutely unwilling.

Wan Hao didn't care about the old grave that suddenly appeared. Although he knew that this kind of ghost that could invade the supernatural land was terrifying, Wan Hao didn't intend to fight against the lonely grave, he just wanted to get back the shroud.

Ghost hands make fists.

A left uppercut hit the Grave Crying Ghost's back, and immediately made up with a supernatural right uppercut that fused the ghost's nails!

The two ghost hands acted supernaturally on the grave-crying ghost, and the grave-crying ghost, which had suppressed most of the ghosts by the shroud, was directly smashed to the ground with two fists.

Wan Hao is also betting that the horror of this lonely grave is not enough to get in the car and kill him.

Although there was an element of gambling, Marriott made the right bet, and the lonely grave still stood where it was, without any other actions.

The grave-crying ghost fell to the ground and didn't move for a moment. Wan Hao stepped forward and stomped on the grave-crying ghost's head again.

The touch of a ghost's hand will kill you, and the touch of a ghost's leather shoes will kill you.

Suppression formed!

Wan Hao immediately began to peel off the shroud.

Yang Jian's eyelids twitched when he saw this scene. When he first met Wan Hao, he was punched by Wan Hao and fell to the ground...

It looked like the gangsters were fighting, but in fact, a terrifying spiritual suppression had already taken shape. It wasn't until Wan Hao peeled off the shroud that the grave-crying ghost started to move again.

Because once the shroud is no longer entangled with the ghost, it will not be suppressed.

'This ghost is quite strong. Once the shroud was taken off, the ghost's hands and leather shoes didn't suppress it. Is it because of the lonely grave? '

Marriott thought to himself.

"The ghost hand must be touched all the time to form a long-term suppression. After the ghost hand leaves, the ghost will be dispersed by the ghost, and the more terrifying the ghost, the faster it will recover..."

As the number of times he used ghost hands and supernatural powers increased, Marriott also gradually figured out some "games".

The Grave Crying Ghost, who had lost the restraint of the shroud, stood up, with a dark and empty face as if looking at Marriott, then continued to get out of the car and stepped onto the path.

Moreover, as the Grave Crying Ghost stepped onto the trail, the whole road suddenly disappeared, and the lonely grave at the end also disappeared.

The doors close and the bus restarts.

"It seems that getting rid of that thing is really dangerous!"

Marriott breathed a sigh of relief like Versailles, and sat back in his seat.

When putting the shroud back into the golden box, Marriott was surprised to find that there was still a pack of cigarettes in the backpack.

Hastily unpacked it, took a deep breath and asked Yang Jian.

"What the hell did you take down that made the ghost behind the grave-crying ghost stop the bus?"

After saying that, Wan Hao paused, frowned and continued: "It's strange to say, why do all the ghosts I met these days have backgrounds..."

At this time, Yang Jian also took out the face covering in his hand, and spread it out for the two to watch. They had no time to look at it before.

The white cloth is rough and old, not so much white cloth, but rather it has been dyed a kind of gray, somewhat dirty, with the outline of a crying face printed on it.

Turning over the other side is still the outline of a crying face, other than that, there is nothing special about it.

"grimace?"

Marriott thought of his own grimace mask.

Yang Jian, on the other hand, thought of Grimace Tong Qian.

"The cry before was this grimace? That's really scary. Just a ghost has superimposed supernatural effects... What kind of existence is buried in that lonely grave..."

Wan Hao couldn't help feeling horrified, and couldn't help feeling grateful that such a terrifying ghost didn't appear in the real world.

Marriott looked at the grimace on the mask in amazement, and felt that it might be a jigsaw puzzle with his own grimace mask.

The crying face is to make a sound to perform supernatural powers, while the mask needs to be seen.

Crying Face kills people by crying, but Wan Hao doesn't know how the ghost mask kills people. He only knows that it can affect people's emotions. He has seen different ghost masks three times, but he has never been attacked by ghosts.

The same thing is that both are expressions!
At four o'clock in the morning, the bus passed through a very strange place.

It's a cemetery!
Wan Hao was so frightened that he thought that the grave-crying ghost had brought ghosts to seek revenge.

Both sides of the road are densely packed with graves, each of which is raised like a small hill. Some of the graves have tombstones, and there is a faint portrait of a person printed on them.

Some mounds are sunken, as if something inside has left the mound and cannot support the mound uplift.

'Are bowls placed in front of some graves... tributes?Or some kind of supernatural thing? ’ thought Marriott.

But because the vehicle was moving and the light outside was bad, only a blurry outline could be seen.

The burial mound stretched out into the dark depths beyond the sight of the eye.

This is another incomprehensible spiritual land.

There are so many grave mounds that make one's scalp numb, revealing strangeness and ominousness everywhere, which is much more serious than the single lonely grave that he saw when he picked up the grave-crying ghost.

"If the bus stops here, it can't be fully loaded in an instant..."

Everyone looked ugly when they saw this cemetery.

At this moment, Wan Hao suddenly remembered the person he had fought against in the time of the bronze bell.

Cemetery, Luo Qian!
"At that time, Luo Qian seemed to say that he was a cemetery...does he have any connection with this cemetery..."

The bus drove on this road surrounded by grave mounds for 10 minutes without leaving the cemetery. You can imagine how big it is!

"Yang Jian, did you find anything wrong?" Wan Hao asked.

Yang Jian nodded and said, "Have you noticed it too? Although there are many graves here, there is not a single ghost!"

"Indeed, there must be ghosts inside, but it seems that they are all confined here, unable to leave or move around."

Marriott voiced his guess.

suddenly.

Marriott saw that the continuous cemetery along the road suddenly broke off, leaving an open space.

There is a road leading to a small hill in the clearing.

On a hill surrounded by burial mounds, there is a small wooden house.

The wooden house is old, in a state of disrepair, and crumbling, as if it would fall apart with a few kicks.

05:30am.

In front of the bus, a city suddenly appeared in the distance. Although I couldn't tell which city it was, the city was brightly lit and could be seen from a distance.

As the vehicle drove, the distance got closer and closer, and then Marriott could conclude that this was indeed a city, not an illusion.

If there is no accident, according to the current trajectory of the bus, it is going to drive into the city.

"This is your chance to get off the car, do you want to get off?" Yang Jian looked at Wan Hao and asked.

(End of this chapter)