Mysterious Recovery

"Mysterious Recovery"

He Feng and his wife Zhou Mei were shocked when they saw the figure of Uncle Zhang and his son gradually disappearing.

Knowing that there were ghosts in front of them, they didn't have any fear, instead they resolutely chose to fight against the ghosts, and they were not the rumored ghost masters, they were ordinary people, even worse than the two of them in terms of physical strength. personal.

And the reason for them to do this is just that they don't want to see more people die at the hands of Li Gui.

This spirit is admirable.

"This old man looks to be about eighty years old. The old man Zhang Zhidong said that the world was haunted by ghosts sixty years ago, that is to say, this old man was already fighting against evil spirits when he was about twenty years old. And I believe that there are definitely not a few people like this, it's just that time has passed, the group of people sixty years ago are old, sick, dead, and finally forgotten..."

He Feng was silent at the moment.

From these scattered stories and clues, he can already feel the chaotic and magnificent era sixty years ago.

"Let's go, let's get out of here quickly, this community can't stay anymore, just now the ghost in one coffin almost killed all of us, if the other coffins are opened, the consequences are unimaginable." Zhou Mei pulled He Feng, who was in a daze, wanted to leave here impatiently.

He Feng nodded subconsciously, then pulled his wife to leave.

But after a few steps, he stopped again.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Mei asked in surprise.

He Feng hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Go first, I want to go back and have a look."

"What? Go back, you are not afraid of death." Zhou Mei said in horror.

He Feng said: "I'm afraid of death, but I don't want to give up this opportunity. I want to know what happened in that era. I want to see how the old man fought against the ghost. I want to understand the mysterious In the supernatural circle, take a look at the real ghost master... I can feel that Guanjiang District is now haunted, and many unimaginable stories will happen here. If I leave now, I will miss this place Everything, I will definitely regret it for the rest of my life." 1

Seeing her husband like this, Zhou Mei knew that he had made another professional mistake.

"Then I'll go with you." Then she also gritted her teeth, planning to go all out.

"No, it's dangerous this time, I can go alone, you have to leave."

Although He Feng was very moved, he felt that there was no need for the two of them to take risks together, so he resolutely sent his wife Zhou Mei away, and then turned back alone.

now.

Uncle Zhang, carrying a red axe, and Zhang Wenwen, who was holding an oil lamp, had arrived at the construction site where seven coffins had been dug out.

"Dad, there's someone there." Suddenly, Zhang Wenwen pointed to the front.

Not far away, there is a woman with a graceful figure, an enchanting figure, and thick black hair who is walking towards the distance at a leisurely pace.

Although the woman didn't turn around, it can be judged from the back view that she is definitely an amazing beauty.

"Which eye of yours thinks that thing is a human? You can actually admit that such a big ghost is wrong." Uncle Zhang saw the back, and some memories surfaced, and then he groaned heavily for his son's ability to judge. feel dissatisfied.

"Ghost?" Zhang Wenwen shuddered and looked at the woman again, only to realize that the figure was indeed very unusual.

Clothes that don't belong to this era, an unbelievably good figure, and that weirdly thick black hair... No matter how you look at it, such a woman has nothing to do with a living person.

Uncle Zhang quickened his pace a little at this moment: "Catch up, and don't let it leave the community."

Seeing his father's resoluteness, Zhang Wenwen suppressed his anxiety and fear, and followed him holding the oil lamp.

Soon, they passed by the seven red coffins.

Two of the coffins had already been opened, but they were empty inside. Something escaped from the coffin and ran out.

Uncle Zhang shouted at the coffin as he walked, "Is there anything alive inside? If there is any, Huang Ziya will turn into a ghost, so why don't you come out and help?"

Although the probability of the former people surviving is very small, he still held some hope and shouted a few words tentatively.

There was no response from the remaining five coffins, but there was a dull knocking sound from one of the coffins. The knocking sound was not too loud, but the result was that the red coffin shook non-stop, as if there was something terrible inside. Things are about to stop shutting down.

"So fierce? You scared Grandpa Wei to death."

Uncle Zhang trembled and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Zhang Wenwen on the side, as a middle-aged man in his fifties, was about to cry at this moment.

He said: "Dad, if we really can't do it, let's go, don't be brave."

No matter how stupid he was, he could see that there was a ghost in the noisy coffin, and it looked even more vicious than that female ghost.

"Don't worry, that thing won't come out unless the coffin is opened, and it's not so easy to leave now. Take a look around you." Uncle Zhang had already dropped his cane at this moment, and he was holding the red ax in his hands tightly.

Zhang Wenwen held up the oil lamp, and only saw at this time that the ground near them was covered with a layer of black hair. At the beginning, this layer of black hair was very rare, but as time passed, these black hairs His hair was getting thicker.

The most frightening thing was that those long black hairs were wriggling on the ground like living creatures.

"Be careful, don't get entangled by these hairs, or you will die." Uncle Zhang is now holding an ax to the black hair on the ground and chopping it.

As soon as the ax fell, the black hair broke directly, and at the same time, the subsequent black long hair was pulled back neatly, leaving a blank area that was not covered.

Uncle Zhang slashed a few more times, and only then did he stop the tendency of the long black hair to invade.

But Uncle Zhang was gasping for breath, standing still with his ax in his hand, he was exhausted.

"After all, it's not as good as when you were young and then you were exhausted after only a few chops. If it were your grandfather Wei when he was young, all the things in the coffin would not be enough for your grandfather to chop."

"We can't go on like this. That thing is a ghost. We can't use it up. Try to lean in and hit that woman's forehead with an axe. As long as the ax is hit, the ghost will be useless. When the time comes, we will kill the ghost again." Put it back in the coffin, and this matter will be resolved."

Although Uncle Zhang is old, his mind is clear and he knows what to do.

Zhang Wenwen looked at the strange woman not far away at this moment. At this moment, the woman did not continue to move forward, but stood motionless in place, but the thick black long hair behind her had fallen to the ground at some point.

It was obvious that the long black hair just hung down to the woman's waist.

"Hey, bastard, don't be dazed, work." Uncle Zhang picked up the ax at this moment and handed it to Zhang Wenwen.

"Dad, me? I can't, I can't do this."

Zhang Wenwen turned pale with fright at this moment, and shook his head quickly. His legs are weak now. If he hadn't seen his father so calm and able to resist this weird thing, he would have turned around and ran away in fright.

"Bah, you're a piece of trash." Uncle Zhang couldn't help cursing: "Look at you, you're just as virtuous as your mother, even worse than my former younger brother."

Zhang Wenwen lowered his head slightly, and was too trained to refute.

There is no way, the son is not up to date, he can only hold on and continue to walk forward with the ax in hand.

Swinging the ax a few times, he forcibly cut a path through the black hair all over the floor.

Uncle Zhang was panting heavily, but he couldn't stop, otherwise, if the surrounding ghost hairs recovered, they would swallow the father and son without even the scum left.

However, the closer to the weird woman in front, the more and thicker the black hair around her, and the faster the area where the ax cut was covered by black hair again.

In the end, Uncle Zhang had to stop about ten meters away from the weird woman.

He is really old. Even though the ax in his hand has no weight, the continuous slashing made his arms so tired that he couldn't lift it up. Finally, under one swing, his body staggered. fell to the ground.

"Dad." Zhang Wenwen turned pale with shock, and hurriedly helped him up.

Uncle Zhang’s face was ugly, and he was panting heavily. His eyes were closed tightly, his chest was like a broken bellows leaking air, whistling, and he was muttering to himself. Zhang Wenwen only vaguely heard two words. One word: "Legs...leg brother."

At this moment, the long black hair covering the ground spread over again, surrounding the two of them tightly.

Zhang Wenwen was terrified, he tried to pick up the red ax to fight.

But Uncle Zhang's palm was tightly grasping the handle of the axe, and he couldn't take it off at all.

Seeing the black hair around him getting closer and closer, Zhang Wenwen broke out in a cold sweat anxiously, and even felt a little at a loss.

"Are you all right? I'll save you." At this moment, the voice of the reporter He Feng sounded, and he was running towards this side with a shovel used on the construction site in his hand.

Running around all the year round, coupled with being young and strong, gave He Feng a lot of strength.

After a while he rushed over.

"Don't, don't come here." Zhang Wenwen was stunned for a moment, then reacted and shouted hastily.

But it was too late.

When He Feng rushed over and entered the light range of the oil lamp, he found that his legs were already covered with black hair. These hairs were wriggling, and became tighter and tighter, and finally strangled him deeply. of flesh and blood.

"ah!"

He Feng screamed with joy. He tried to shovel off these weird long black hairs with a shovel, but to no avail. No matter how hard he tried, the long black hairs remained intact.

"Use my dad's axe." Seeing this situation, Zhang Wenwen hastily reminded him.

He Feng saw the scarlet ax in Uncle Zhang's hand, and immediately pulled it off.

But when he held the scarlet ax in his hand, he was stunned for a moment.

The seemingly heavy ax can't feel a trace of weight, it's unbelievably light, which is simply against common sense.

But now there is no time to think about it. He Feng picked up the ax and chopped it. The long black hair that couldn't be cut off before broke off one after another, and the short black hair began to recede quickly like a tide.

"This is no ordinary axe."

He Feng was still in shock, but his actions just now saved the lives of several people for a short time.

However, the danger has not been lifted.

At this time, the weird woman who was standing not far away changed her position at some point and moved to their side.

Nearby, the long black hair suddenly became thicker.

"Hurry up, chop that thing with an axe, my dad said, as long as you hit it, that ghost will be finished." Zhang Wenwen shouted.

"Okay, let's fight."

He Feng stood up with the ax in his hand, roared and rushed towards the weird woman.

Such a short distance should do the trick.

However, he had just run two steps forward when suddenly his body tensed up and he couldn't move immediately.

He Feng opened his eyes wide, and his incredible expression revealed his fear of unknown forces.

At this moment, he felt a pair of cold arms tightly hugging him.

Is it an illusion?

No.

Not an illusion.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, He Feng saw two pale and ashen arms growing around his waist at some point. These two arms were very long, and they kept tightening while holding him.

He couldn't move his body and couldn't breathe at the same time.

And a sharp pain came from his waist.

That weird and terrifying arm was so powerful that he would be strangled to death within a few seconds.

He Feng wanted to chop off the two terrible arms with an axe, but he couldn't move because of the pain, and even couldn't hold the axe firmly, and fell to the ground, and Zhang Wenwen beside him couldn't help, his whole body was covered with a layer of black His thick hair, although he was struggling desperately, more and more hair covered him, and it was about to engulf him.

"I, am I going to be killed by a ghost..." He Feng no longer had any fear at this moment, only a kind of blankness before death.

Right now.

Suddenly.

The weird arm that almost strangled He Feng to death seemed to be scalded, and it was retracted in an instant, and then, the long black hair around it also retreated all of a sudden.

"Cough cough."

He Feng sat slumped on the ground all of a sudden, panting violently.

Zhang Wenwen was still trying to tear off the long black hair that didn't exist on his body in horror, completely unaware that the danger had temporarily faded away.

"With an ax in hand, I just want to deal with ghosts, and I don't even look at how old I am, I still think of myself as before." At this moment, a cold female voice sounded.

But I saw a mature woman about thirty, wearing a white dress, with a cold expression, walking slowly with a red candle~www.readwn.com~The red candle emitted a strange green candlelight, Like a will-o'-the-wisp, it looks extraordinarily infiltrating.

"Wang, Miss Wang." Zhang Wenwen couldn't help but startled when he saw this woman.

Wang Shanshan glanced at it: "Xiaowen, put Awei on your back, stop messing around, and follow me."

"Okay, okay, Miss Wang." Zhang Wenwen hurriedly carried the unconscious Uncle Zhang on his back.

He Feng, who had narrowly escaped death, looked at this mysterious woman, and then at her weird red candle, and the contents of that book suddenly appeared in his mind: Candles are ghost fires, and burning red candles can drive them away. ghost.

"let me help you."

Afterwards, He Feng reacted, picked up Uncle Zhang who was on the ground, picked up the ax and quickly followed Wang Shanshan in front.

Although his leg was injured and still bleeding, the young and strong him didn't affect anything.

As for whether there will be any sequelae, that is a matter for the future, and I can't care about that now.

A group of people followed behind Wang Shanshan who was holding a red ghost candle, and began to stay away from this dangerous place.

However, before walking far, the strange woman with thick black hair appeared in front of several people at some point.

The woman was motionless, like a cold dead body, her pale face lacked a trace of blood, although she didn't speak, this behavior seemed to tell everyone not to try to leave here.

"Huang Ziya, I'm not safe when I'm dead. Do you want to stop me?" Wang Shanshan glanced at her without fear, and walked towards her with a burning red ghost candle.

The green candlelight was flickering, and the weird woman was slowly backing away without continuing to stop them.