Chapter 287: The Widow of the Ghost Master

The lights of flashlights and torches intertwined in the mountains and forests, and the calls seemed to wake up the sun in advance.

"Xiao Yang!"

"Yoko! We're here to find you!"

"Yangyang, where are you?"

There were few people in the village to begin with, and children were the ones who needed the most care. Moreover, Xiaoyang's only relative in the village was gone, so everyone in the village was very anxious.

Lin Zhi and Shuang Ling brought their own flashlights to illuminate the corners of the dense forest.

The stone steps were in disrepair after years of disrepair. Lin Zhi felt them breaking when he stepped on them. He leaned back slightly due to the loss of weight and stood there with a little palpitation in his heart.

Shuang Ling's flashlight turned in the direction: "Brother Lin, are you okay?"

Lin Zhi shook his head: "It's okay."

Before he could steady himself, he felt someone supporting him and helping him stand steadily.

To be precise, it was not a person. He held his waist and then stuck to him.

The vague chill caused small bumps to appear on the skin behind his ears. It was an uncontrollable physiological reaction.

Not only that, but my ankles also felt a little cold, as if someone was touching them.

Human limbs have to be extremely twisted to cause this phenomenon, so excluding this point, Lian Qing has not yet cultivated into a human form. Is it because he was dismembered that his ghost form is unstable?

No matter what, he would always feel more at ease with Lian Qing by his side.

The ghost haunting him in the woods made the atmosphere somewhat charming because it was his lover.

Lin Zhi called Xiaoyang's name, but did not go into the dense forest, but climbed up the stairs.

Shuang Ling turned her head and found that Lin Zhi, who was standing next to her, was gone. She shouted anxiously twice.

She took out a small instrument from her pocket and looked at the mess of probes with a serious expression.

She murmured, "A ghost is covering my eyes."

Something separated her and Lin Zhi.

Xiaoyang is important, but her first responsibility is to protect Lin Zhi.

She took out the talisman and muttered something, then lit it with a lighter and threw it into the air, watching the direction of the talisman ashes.

But who would have thought that the talisman did not burn through and fell down.

That's impossible. Paper burns very quickly. The talismans produced by the Special Department are sprinkled with special phosphorus powder. Her lighters are windproof, so there is no way they won't burn.

Obviously, after eliminating all possibilities, there is only one correct answer: it is not her problem, but the ghost's.

When in doubt, then...

"Third Uncle!"

The black cat heard the girl's call, squatted on the branch and responded.

"Uncle San, Brother Lin has encountered a ghost. I can't even light the talisman paper, let alone break his illusion."

The black cat's pupils narrowed, and he shook his head at the two spirits, speaking in human language, "I can't find anything."

"How could this happen? I just now really..."

"I believe you. That ghost may be more powerful than me. I didn't notice it, but there is no blood here. He should be fine. Let's look for him again."

Shuang Ling felt a little relieved after hearing what the black cat said. She did not give up and tried to light the talisman paper again, but still failed.

In a slightly open area in the forest, a group of people surrounded Li Shuang, waiting to see the result of his summoning of spirits.

Li Shuang wiped the sweat from his forehead, took back the bell, and looked unhappy.

"No, the situation is very strange. Several spiritual energies are entangled and pulling at each other. It is impossible to ask questions. Let's look for them again."

The villagers around nodded. Li Shuang is the current Mr. Pu Mo of the village. Three generations of his ancestors have been responsible for predicting good and bad luck, and for feng shui and funerals. Even he said there is nothing he can do. It seems there is really no other way.

"Village God bless, Xiaoyang must be safe."

"It will be fine."

Li Shuang whispered, today is June 6th, they just offered sacrifices to the village god, it is the time when the incense is at its peak, the god should be able to protect the child.

But why has the feng shui of the mountain become like this? There is even a hint of fierceness in it. The only change is the mission in the department. Is this the impact of the special containment object?

It seems that I have to tell the village chief about this matter when I go back tonight, and ask them to go to the cliff cave tomorrow and take out that thing.

At a fork in the road, Shuang Ling felt a bit of a headache looking at the spinning pointer.

The magnetic field of this place is too chaotic. It is not like this during the day. Her uncle told her that it was very calm from last night to today. There was even a faint sense of peace as the sacrifice was going on. But for some reason, everything became a mess at night.

There was no signal in the mountains, so we could only inform the department via satellite signal.

——

The flashlight illuminated the stone stairs. Lin Zhi walked forward and felt the eerie silence around him.

All the shouts disappeared, even the sound of the wind disappeared.

It was pitch black behind, and the two spirits were nowhere to be seen.

Something was attracting him to move forward, and Lin Zhi did not resist because his destination was also there.

The mountain road was very long and the temperature was low at night. He was only wearing a thin shirt and jeans, and the cold made his fingers holding the flashlight a little stiff.

A chill seeped into her chest. Lin Zhi looked down at the buttons and chuckled. She raised her hand to unbutton two of them, revealing her collarbone.

The mountain breeze blew over his body, making his shirt stick to his waist, outlining his slender curves.

Lin Zhi walked to the end of the mountain road, where there was a cave. The entrance looked narrow, about several dozen people wide and about two people tall. It was an uneven arch, and the two narrow sides were less than a hundred centimeters high.

The surrounding area is kept clean and there doesn't seem to be much weeds.

The wind blew into the cave, bringing some strange echoes.

Lin Zhi walked in, and the scene presented by the flashlight made people's hearts tighten.

Coffins, full of coffins.

They were located on wooden shelves, stacked in a not very neat manner.

A cool and corrupt smell wafts around one's nose, reminiscent of rotten wood and damp earth, mixed with the stench of corpses and the fishy smell of insects.

The flashlight can only illuminate a limited area. In the darkness beyond the light, the coffins extend silently inward, making it impossible to see how deep the hole is or how many coffins are hidden.

The quiet moonlight fell outside the cave, watching the black-haired young man walk into the cave until his shadow was completely swallowed up.

There was a rustling sound, as if something was crawling on the ground.

Lin Zhi pointed the light at the ground and saw only rough and uneven stones.

——Dongdong

It sounded like the sound of wooden boards being slapped from inside, echoing in the cave, but the source could not be found for a moment.

The flashlight in his hand flickered twice and then suddenly went out.

Lin Zhi didn't remember how deep he had walked, he only knew that he couldn't see any light when he looked back.

His night vision was pretty good, but in this place where there was no light at all, his eyes seemed to be useless.

The sound of dense footsteps rang in his ears, as if a group of people were running towards him.

The ghosts of men and women seemed to smell the scent of living people, and there was a ghostly aura.

Lin Zhi did not run away, but stood still, calmly fiddling with the Bodhi bracelet on his wrist.

He tilted his head slightly, and the lines of his neck straightened slightly because of his movement. In the eyes of the being who could see the scene, his fair skin looked like the color of thick snow and frost.

"Lian Qing, I don't like seeing this."

Lin Zhi spoke in a soft tone, calmly stating his thoughts.

The ghost that was about to pass through the body suddenly disappeared, and for a moment even the wind seemed to stop.

Lin Zhi raised his legs and walked forward. With his mortal eyes, he did not notice that the mist surrounding him had already taken on a hazy human shape.

After walking for about ten minutes, Lin Zhi still hadn't reached the end of the cave.

Lin Zhi was somewhat doubtful whether he had misjudged the time. After all, in the extreme darkness, people would lose their perception of time.

The flashlight in his hand flickered a few times and then returned to its original brightness.

It was at this time that Lin Zhi discovered that the third button of his clothes had been unbuttoned at some point.

The clothes were open and the low temperature made the skin a little red from the cold.

The half-covered Zhuhong was a little stinging due to frostbite, so Lin Zhi pulled her clothes together and buttoned them up.

People cannot judge the logic of ghosts' behavior with common sense. They will not have any scruples and will not consider time and space.

If they were on the mountain, Lin Zhi wouldn't mind this kind of communication, but in this cave full of coffins, forget it and don't disturb other people's peace.

The flashlight returned to normal. Lin Zhi's flashlight swept across and a pale face came into her sight. Under the sensory impact, her brain was half a beat slow to review the image.

It was a handsome and even slightly indifferent face, which was consistent with the appearance of the portrait that Lin Zhi worshipped.

Lin Zhi immediately walked closer, and the head on the coffin was exposed to the light, with some sticky, smelly rotten flesh around it.

Lian Qing's head was among them. In this bizarre scene, he inexplicably seemed to be untainted by the mud.

Lin Zhi bent down and took out her lover's head.

Lian Qing's body was not decayed, and everything remained the same as it was when he was alive, except that his face was too pale and bloodless. If you looked at it for a long time, you would even have the illusion that he would open his eyes the next moment.

The broken neck was neat and there was no blood or flesh sticking together. Lin Zhi accepted the broken finger well and naturally had no fear of the head.

01 I was very silent when watching this, and I felt that this scene might need an animation to save the situation.

It suddenly saw something and hurriedly reminded: [Host, be careful! 】

After Lin Zhi picked up the head, the coffin began to move.

The female corpse, who was about thirty years old, opened the coffin lid with a bang. Her face was blue and black, her fingers were purple, and she pounced towards Lin Zhi in a zombie state.

Lin Zhi subconsciously wanted to dodge but saw the fog that obscured his vision. The fog came strangely and entangled the zombie.

Seeing that the situation was not cause for concern, Lin Zhi did not stay where he was, but held the head and walked back in the direction he came from.

She is just an ordinary person without any metaphysical abilities, very weak, and can only rely on her dead husband to maintain her life. Her goal has been achieved, so there is no need for her to stay and watch the show.

The light in the cave was too dim, so he naturally did not see the head in his arms and his eyelashes tremble.

Lin Zhi walked all the way down the mountain and met the two spirits.

Shuang Ling: "Brother Lin, where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time, you almost scared me..."

When Shuang Ling got closer, he saw the back of Lin Zhi's head in his arms. He gasped in fright and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Found it. A part of him."

Lin Zhi turned his head towards Shuang Ling. The man's eyes were closed, and just looking at his face, he seemed to be just in a deep sleep.

Shuang Ling patted her chest with lingering fear. Although she admired the team leader very much when he was alive, she was still a little scared when she saw him like this.

"Is it going so smoothly? Nothing happened?"

"It's okay, I have..."

Shuang Ling remembered and continued, "Yes, you have your Third Uncle!"

In a place invisible to the naked eye, Lian Qing frowned in confusion, wondering if Third Uncle was referring to him. But he didn't seem to have a nephew. It seemed that he really had forgotten too many things in his life.