Chapter 161: No Return (11)
On the road, a sea of blood surged, submerging the land in an instant.
The middle-aged man who fell on the road watched helplessly as the college student who had been chasing him turned into a bloody skeleton right in front of him. He was so frightened that his pupils shrank into points and his whole body began to tremble.
His survival instinct forced him to turn over and try to escape.
The middle-aged man could never have imagined that the college student who had no power to resist him before would actually turn into a skeleton and come looking for him!
When the middle-aged man saw the bloody skeleton, he knew - something was wrong.
He remembered clearly how he cut open the student's skin and muscles piece by piece in the dim and dilapidated hut, and demanded his bank card and password, and all his valuables.
And after he got everything he wanted, he cut off the flesh on the student's face with his own hands. Seeing the student scream in pain, he just felt refreshed and relieved.
Let those who look down on him for not having attended college see this!
What's wrong with his low education? Aren't those educated college students as embarrassed as dogs in front of him?
The hut was filled with the laughter and cursing of middle-aged people. With the butcher knife in his hand, he felt the sense of status and control he had always dreamed of, which made him extremely satisfied.
After enjoying this pleasure, the middle-aged man looked at the college student who had died of pain, and calmly picked up the blood and bones on the ground in a woven bag, preparing to take it somewhere else to throw it away.
In the remote mountain areas where few people go, the flesh was eaten by wild beasts and the bones rotted in rain and soil.
No one would find him.
No one would know that the depressed college student, who originally wanted to go hiking alone to relax, was brutally murdered and his body abandoned in the mountains.
Even if many years later, rain washes away the bones, landslides occur, and the dry bones are exposed in the soil, they will no longer know the identity of the deceased.
All sins will only be corroded away.
The perpetrators were complacent and felt very happy.
The next time the perpetrator feels he or she has been looked down upon, the perpetrator will recall the excitement and feeling of power he or she felt this time.
Having broken free from the shackles of life, the murderer can no longer return to the world of normal people. He will only continue to set his sights on the next prey, and the next...
Deep in the unknown mountains, wronged souls wander and cry day and night.
There were piles of corpses and broken flesh.
He won't stop.
Unless...someone stops him.
The middle-aged man's original good mood had long since disappeared. After driving on the highway, it seemed that everything went wrong.
First, someone attacks him, causing his car to flip over. Then he encounters a group of arrogant people who refuse to give him a ride. Then, the road seems to never end.
Now, he even saw with his own eyes that the person who should have been killed by him was actually chasing after him.
When he saw the familiar bloody skeleton again, the middle-aged man no longer had the fearlessness or even arrogance he had before.
He was left with only fear in his heart.
Why... didn't I kill you? If you're dead, just go and reincarnate! Why are you looking for me?
It's none of my business. You just ran into me. Just remember not to be so unlucky in your next life! Go away! Go away!
It was as if there were evil spirits spying on him everywhere, and the middle-aged man had long lost the pleasure of controlling everything in the cabin.
He felt that he was surrounded by evil spirits and that he was just a tiny creature of flesh and blood and could be killed at any time.
The middle-aged man was so scared that his legs were weak and he couldn't stand up, so he crawled on the ground, and if he couldn't crawl anymore, he used his hands.
His teeth were chattering, his eyes were about to burst, and he was using his hands and feet as helplessly as a dog.
The middle-aged man's mind was now blank. His extremely frightened expression made his face look like a dead person. Blood-red cracks appeared on his face and continued to spread downwards.
It looked like broken porcelain, but more like it had been cut closely with a knife.
The lines were red with black, and revealed a rotten stench, like rotten blood that had been left for a long time.
But the middle-aged man's brain only remembered "Run, run!" He did not notice that his muddy yellow eyeballs were slowly filled with blood, his pupils slowly disappeared, and the entire eyeball turned red.
A toe bone stretched out and stepped on the middle-aged man's calf.
"Puff!"
The skeleton didn't seem to have used much strength, but the middle-aged man's blood vessels and muscles burst on the spot, turning into a mass of rotten meat on the road.
The white toe bones contrast sharply among the blood and minced meat.
The extreme fear overwhelmed everything. The middle-aged man could no longer feel anything except the desire to escape. His calves were crushed, but he felt nothing and continued to crawl forward desperately.
The skeleton wrapped in rags looked down at the middle-aged man at his feet. On his relatively intact face, his eyes were pale and pupilless, revealing a hint of coldness.
It was like a nail, firmly fixing the middle-aged man in place. No matter how he struggled, he could not run the short distance.
The middle-aged man climbed for a long time, but his slow brain was like a rusty gear, and it took him several beats to finally realize something was wrong.
It seemed like he couldn't crawl forward.
Only then did he notice the pain spreading from his calf.
The middle-aged man looked back blankly, only to find a piece of leg bone appeared in his field of vision.
He looked up blankly, and was met with a pair of completely white eyes without pupils.
In the sea of blood behind the skeleton, the blood was rolling, and dead bodies and skeletons were climbing out of the sea of blood, with their rotten fingers resting on the road, trying to climb out.
Their faces were pale and hideous, their eyes were empty, but their mouths opened and closed, and their whispers overlapped.
"Come stay with me, with us."
"I can't get out, and neither can you."
"Let's... be trapped in hell forever together."
"I can see that you are just like us."
The corpse's mouth was stiffly grinning, revealing burnt teeth and a broken tongue: "You are as bad as us, entangled in sins, and will never be reborn."
"Come with us."
"This is where you belong..."
As the corpses spoke, they slowly crawled towards the middle-aged man.
They rushed to reach out their hands and grab the middle-aged man's feet and legs.
The middle-aged man was terrified. He kept kicking his legs, trying to kick the corpses that were crawling over to him away: "Get out! Get out!!"
But the skeleton that stepped on his thief pinned him to the spot.
He could only watch helplessly as the rotting hands of the corpses grabbed his feet, legs, and waist one by one...
Continue to extend upward.
The sticky and cold touch, even through the clothes, chilled the middle-aged man's soul and made him terrified.
But he was unable to escape and could only watch as the corpses submerged him, the rancid blood dripping on his face, and pieces of flesh and broken meat rubbing against his body.
The dead bodies in the pool of blood worked together to drag the middle-aged man towards the pool, and no matter how the middle-aged man screamed and cried, they refused to let go.
"Come... accompany us and suffer eternal punishment in hell."
The corpse's mouth opened and closed, making a cold sound.
The middle-aged man's fingers gripped the road tightly, but he was still pulled down by an irresistible force.
The last thread of sanity was broken by fear.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!”
…
Lu Xingxing suddenly opened his eyes and rolled over.
The screams stimulated his nerves and aroused his instinct as a Taoist priest, forcing him to regain consciousness even though he was unconscious.
Lu Xingxing vigilantly made some hand gestures and looked around.
The screams seemed to come from far away, but strangely enough even the sound of clothes rubbing against each other and running could be heard.
This made Lu Xingxing a little confused for a moment, and he wondered if his ears were broken.
But he soon discovered something was wrong.
Before he fell into a coma, his last consciousness was the overturned vehicle, the spinning vision, and the panicked screams of the people around him.
When the car window was shattered, Lu Xingxing immediately raised her hand in front of Bai Shuang in a hurry, blocking the metal fragments that were flying straight towards her cheek from the window.
But due to inertia, all the fragments were stuck in Lu Xingxing's palm.
He fainted before he could comfort the frightened Bai Shuang.
When I opened my eyes again, he was no longer in the car.
But in a mountain forest.
There were no birds singing or cicadas chirping, only the rustling sound of branches being blown.
But the bloody wound on Lu Xingxing's palm reminded him that this was not his illusion.
Not only did the car accident just now really happen, but what he was seeing now was not a dream.
But the car and the road disappeared, and along with the car, his companions also disappeared.
Lu Xingxing was stunned for a moment and didn't even bother to figure out what the scream was. He quickly reached for his cell phone and wanted to call other people to ask where they were and what the situation was.
Such a serious car accident is no joke. He has to know whether anyone is injured before he can feel at ease.
This is too outrageous!
The car accident clearly happened on the road, and even if the situation was somewhat serious at the time, it stands to reason that he should have been thrown into the field outside the road - although given the height of the roadbed, if he had really been thrown into the field, he would probably have been dead this time.
But no matter how you think about it, it shouldn't be in the mountains.
Moreover, judging from the height difference between the mountain and the ground, I'm afraid that it's not a car but a crossbow mechanism that can launch it to such a height!
Lu Xingxing’s mind was full of question marks. He complained while looking for his phone.
But he found nothing.
Unlike Yan Shixun, Lu Xingxing is a heavy internet addict. His mobile phone is almost growing in his hand, like a natural organ.
Therefore, in order to be able to take out his mobile phone anytime and anywhere, take pictures of the scenery he sees, or record his mood, and then post them to his social account to share with fans, Lu Xingxing specially had a diamond-studded mobile phone chain made for him. He hangs his mobile phone around his neck every day, which is not only convenient but also a beautiful decoration.
——After this outfit was photographed by a reporter, many fans thought it was beautiful and ordered similar styles. A trendy brand also recognized Lu Xingxing's taste in clothing and invited him to be its spokesperson.
But at this time, the valuable cell phone chain and the cell phone disappeared.
Lu Xingxing: “……?”
The calmness and confidence that he had just shown suddenly disappeared.
I will die without my cell phone. I will really die without my cell phone!
Lu Xingxing stood there with his shoulders slumped, thinking for a long time before he figured out that the phone might have been thrown out in the car accident.
He sighed helplessly and gave up struggling.
Since he couldn't call anyone, he had to go find them in person. It was better than waiting here and doing nothing.
Maybe someone is in danger right now and needs his help.
Lu Xingxing thought so, and started to go down the mountain along the path that was vaguely trampled out in the woods.
The forest is filled with towering old trees, whose branches overlap and block out the sunlight.
The dead branches stretched and twisted, and in the dim light, they looked like ghosts crouching behind the trees, deep and silent.
In the dead silence, the only sound was the "crunch" and "crunch" of dead leaves being crushed by Lu Xingxing, which made people feel upset and uneasy.
Lu Xingxing looked around vigilantly.
He could see that the trees were surrounded by a thick ghostly aura.
The dark forest looked more like a ghost forest filled with death.
The trees were like ghosts in disguise, watching in silence and with malice the ignorant strangers who stepped in, never to return.
Lu Xingxing held the seal tightly in his hands, and his fingers turned white due to excessive nervousness.
This strange scene made him unconsciously recall the time when he followed his master to exorcise ghosts, the cases his uncle had told him in class, and even the dead bodies on Moon Mountain all popped into his mind, making his heart beat fast and even his breathing subconsciously slowed down.
“Crash…”
The sound of chains dragging across the ground came faintly from the distance.
Lu Xingxing immediately turned around and stopped.
There was more than just the sound of chains.
The sound overlapped one after another, and before the last sound faded away, a new sound would come up, echoing regularly in the dark woods.
It’s like... a ghost is capturing souls.
After Lu Xingxing made a judgment in his mind, he immediately tiptoed to the side and hid his figure behind a big tree, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, staring closely at the direction where the sound came from.
Soon, Lu Xingxing realized that along with the sound of chains, there were also overlapping and blending mutterings.
It sounded like the whispering of an evil spirit, and seemed like an illusion.
Lu Xingxing waited patiently and did not let his guard down just because nothing appeared outside the tree for a while.
Because this scene reminded him of a personal experience that his uncle had told him about.
That Taoist uncle was once the most talented master in Haiyun Temple. Even Taoist Song Yi, who is now the leading figure in Haiyun Temple, could not compare to that Taoist uncle's talent when he was young.
It was for this reason that my uncle Taoist master became a master at an early age and was able to take charge of his own affairs.
But more than ten years ago, that uncle encountered a serious crisis in Nanming Mountain in the southern region.
He had originally just received a call for help and was going to help a village solve a ghost problem, but he didn't expect that before he even reached the village, he would encounter ghost soldiers asking for passage on Nanming Mountain.
The Taoist uncle master was unable to dodge and ran head-on into the team of evil soldiers.
At that time, there was also a nearby villager with my uncle who showed him the way.
The villagers were frightened and screamed loudly, which attracted the attention of the ghost soldiers. Hundreds of ghosts stopped and looked at the uncle and the villagers with their dead eyes.
In order to protect the villagers, the uncle had to grit his teeth and fight hard, exhausting all his strength, and surviving with a broken leg that was serious enough to be fatal, and he barely managed to save his life from the hands of the evil soldiers.
When the uncle-master led the villagers down the mountain, they happened to meet several Taoist priests who were tracking the location of the Yin Road.
He only had time to hand the villagers over to other Taoist priests for protection before he fainted.
When my uncle was sent back to Haiyun Temple, everyone almost thought he would not survive.
Fortunately, God gave him a glimmer of hope.
The old Taoist priest who had been in meditation happened to wake up, and seeing his condition, he came to his rescue, allowing his almost exhausted yang energy to return to normal levels and saving him from the danger of death.
It took a long time for my uncle to nurse me back to health before I was able to live like a normal person.
But the Taoist priest who was extremely talented back then was ultimately ruined in Nanming Mountain.
With a broken leg and severe loss of Yang energy, he used all means to protect the villager regardless of the consequences. This made it impossible for my uncle to make any progress in his spiritual practice. His health was also very poor, so he could only stay in Haiyun Temple.
At that time, Lu Xingxing was even more naughty and playful than he is now, and he would always run out of Haiyun Temple to skip classes.
But he didn't dare to skip the class of that senior master.
The uncle-master was sitting in a wheelchair, his whole body exuding a calm temperament that had settled after experiencing life and death, yet he was intimidating without even getting angry, which made Lu Xingxing subconsciously behave himself.
Therefore, Lu Xingxing heard a lot about the ghost soldiers borrowing the road.
When the sound of chains rang out, Lu Xingxing felt that it was very similar to the scene that his uncle had once described.
It's rare for Lu Xingxing to be so patient.
He pressed himself tightly against the bark, letting the shadow of the tree completely wrap him up, and slowed down his breathing to minimize the leakage of his yang energy so as not to attract attention.
However, Lu Xingxing did not see that in the shadow not far behind him, the evil ghost with a hideous look of death merged with the darkness and was silently looking at his back.
A clear gong sounded in the woods.
“Clang!”
The trembling tail sound remains in the air.
Lu Xingxing slowly opened his eyes.
Just where he had stood before, a grayish-white blurry figure suddenly appeared, with resentment and ferocity on his face and hideous features.
The ghost was standing still, wrapped in mourning cloth, with wounds crisscrossed across the body revealed under the torn cloth.
As if something was chasing it from behind, the ghost looked left and right to identify the direction, then floated forward rapidly.
But the next moment, a chain shot out from the woods and pointed directly at the ghost.
The chains locked up the evil ghost, and it fell to the ground. It opened its mouth as if it wanted to wail, but only its tongue-less mouth was exposed, making a "ho ho" sound.
Hell of tongue-pulling.
Lu Xingxing watched with his own eyes as a man wearing a tall white hat and with his face covered with white paper slowly walked out from the shadows.
It was exactly as the rumors had said.
Lu Xingxing: “!!!”
Master, Grandmaster, I have made it! I have seen the devil!
Even though he had given up comparing himself with Yan Shixun, he could still show off to his fellow Taoist priests about the fact that he had seen the Yin Cha.
For a moment, Lu Xingxing actually forgot about the nervousness he had just felt.
Lu Xingxing happily reached for her cell phone, wanting to tell people that she had seen the ghost.
He touched nothing.
This fact was like a bucket of cold water that was poured down on Lu Xingxing, chilling him to the bone.
He suddenly remembered that his cell phone was lost in the car accident.
It was as if a layer of fog was cleared from his brain, and Lu Xingxing recalled what a strange place he found himself in after waking up.
But why didn't I feel any fear at all just now?
In fact, if he hadn't lost his phone, he would have even wanted to take a photo just now - after all, he was a Taoist priest from the Haiyun Temple. Even if he couldn't match the talent of Yan Shixun, he would never make such a mistake.
Lu Xingxing shuddered and felt terrified when he thought about it.
Just as he froze in place, a cold wind blew from behind him, giving him goose bumps on his neck.
Lu Xingxing slowly opened his eyes, his muscles tense with nervousness, but he did not turn back immediately.
He vaguely guessed what was behind him.
Escape from evil spirits.
Lu Xingxing tried hard to hold his breath, blending himself into the tree, trying to fool the thing behind him.
Because he had just watched a scene of the Yinchai capturing souls, he judged that the thing behind him should be the same as the evil ghost. It should be afraid of the Yinchai's existence and would not stay here for too long.
Therefore, as long as he can prevent the evil ghost from finding him for a short period of time, the evil ghost should leave on its own.
But the thing that Lu Xingxing feared the most happened.
The ghost seemed to be alarmed by the approach of the evil spirit.
The ghost slowly turned his head, turning a full angle, twisting his neck to a strange angle, and the face under the white paper looked straight at Lu Xingxing's hiding place.
Although he couldn't see Yinchai's face, Lu Xingxing could still feel an extremely gloomy and deadly gaze falling on him.
At that moment, his scalp almost exploded and his hair stood on end.
Lu Xingxing gritted his teeth, and without even looking, he swung the spell in his hand backwards, relying entirely on his intuition to attack the place where he thought the evil ghost might be.
At the same time, he turned around and ran away, not daring to delay for a moment.
After Lu Xingxing ran several steps, he heard the wailing and screaming of evil ghosts coming from the place where he had just hidden, followed by the sound of chains.
Success!
Since both the evil spirit and the ghost were a threat to him, Lu Xingxing simply paired the two together and took the opportunity to run away.
He was also risking everything.
But now it seems that his attack just now hit.
Lu Xingxing guessed in his mind, but he didn't dare to look back to confirm. He just kept running forward.
There was only one thought in his mind -
Faster, faster!
The farther away from the place where the Yin soldiers are passing through, the better!
But, things don't always go as planned.
While running, Lu Xingxing suddenly noticed that the bushes not far away were swaying unnaturally, as if there was someone hiding behind them.
As he began to wonder, he saw a head pop out from the bushes.
"Xingxing?" The head shouted in surprise: "You also..."
Who the hell wants to harm me?
Lu Xingxing almost fell to the ground.
No matter how scared he was, he didn't dare say a word along the way, for he was afraid that the evil ghosts would hear his voice and remember his face, and then come to take him away.
But this person actually came up and called his name!
Are you afraid that he is not on the list of life and death?
Lu Xingxing was furious, but when he looked again, he found that the person behind the bushes was An Nanyuan.
An Nanyuan seemed to have not figured out the situation yet and looked confused. Even when he saw Lu Xingxing running wildly, he subconsciously looked behind Lu Xingxing, trying to see what was chasing him.
Lu Xingxing felt extremely sad and angry at this moment: Am I going to die here?
Now he has two options. One is to run with An Nanyuan, but that will inevitably slow down his speed.
One is to ignore Annanyuan and continue running forward. In this way, Annanyuan will even become his meat shield and help him block the things chasing him from behind.
No matter whether it was a ghost or an evil spirit, no matter what was behind it, An Nanyuan's death would buy him time to escape.
How to choose?
The face of his uncle-master flashed through Lu Xingxing’s mind.
Back then, in order to save an unrelated villager, my uncle gave up all his cultivation and his future, and even almost died there.
What Lu Xingxing remembered most was that his uncle was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a book behind a carved wooden window, reading calmly with his eyes lowered.
But his uncle, who was also a man of extraordinary talent and had traveled thousands of miles to all the mountains and rivers, had to be trapped in a wheelchair and confined to a shabby room all his life.
Lu Xingxing felt a surge of heat rushing to his eyes.
He turned his feet and without any hesitation, rushed directly to where An Nanyuan was, picked up An Nanyuan and ran away.
An Nanyuan who was suddenly dragged away: “?”
"Eh? Eh??? Xingxing, why are you dragging me along? There's someone behind us..."
“Stop talking!”
Before Annan could finish his words, Lu Xingxing yelled at him and grabbed his arm and ran away.
At the same time, Lu Xingxing reached into his arms, took out a yellow talisman from the lining of his clothes, and held it tightly in his hand.
Before he set out, his master gave him this talisman to ward off evil spirits.
Unlike the talismans he drew that looked like dog bites, the talismans his master drew were hundreds of times more powerful than his.
If Lu Xingxing could think of any way to escape from evil spirits and the underworld, it would be this.
But Lu Xingxing was actually unwilling to use it until the last critical moment.
——Using it is like losing, admitting that you are a child who has no chance of becoming a master, and even the talismans have to be given by the master.
If An Nanyuan wasn't there nearby, Lu Xingxing would have been unsure and wouldn't have dared to guarantee that he could protect An Nanyuan with his own strength, so he wouldn't have taken out this talisman at all.
Looking at Lu Xingxing's rare serious expression, An Nanyuan suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.
He quickly shut his mouth and didn't need Lu Xingxing to pull him anymore. He just ran wildly beside Lu Xingxing.
But even so, Lu Xingxing could still feel the cold gaze behind him, falling on him intermittently.
He looked at the terrain and pulled An Nanyuan to turn to the side.
There are few people in the mountains and forests, and the autumn dead leaves have fallen into a thick layer, making it impossible to see the terrain beneath the leaves.
But An Nanyuan watched helplessly as Lu Xingxing dragged him towards an uneven bulge, which looked like a steep slope.
Just as he was about to warn him, Lu Xingxing quickly raised her hand to cover his mouth and jumped down the steep slope with him.
An Nanyuan:! Damn it, Lu Xingxing is crazy!
An Nanyuan looked at Lu Xingxing in horror, not knowing what he was going to do.
The next moment, their bodies flew into the air, bringing a sense of weightlessness, and then they fell heavily into a pile of dead leaves. After a "bang!" sound, the dead leaves were splashed.
The protruding corner of the boulder hit Lu Xingxing's back, and he almost vomited his stomach.
He endured the pain and quickly stretched out his arms to hug An Nanyuan, and then the two of them rolled down the steep slope like a fried dough stick.
The two rolled for a full minute until Lu Xingxing's waist hit a thick tree trunk and they were stopped by the tree.
Annanyuan had been spun around in circles until all he could see were little stars. His brain was so confused that he couldn't even see clearly what was in front of him.
When Lu Xingxing loosened his arms and let go of An Nanyuan, he couldn't help but let out a "hiss!"
He felt like his old waist was about to be broken.
Lu Xingxing quickly raised his hand, gritted his teeth, and touched his back while enduring the pain.
Fortunately, there was no bleeding, otherwise it would have been troublesome.
They rolled for a long time, and there were many rocks and dead branches on the steep slope, which made Lu Xingxing's eyes go black due to the pain. But fortunately, the thick leaves played a buffering role, so that Lu Xingxing's injuries were not too serious and were still within the tolerable range.
Lu Xingxing breathed a sigh of relief only after he sensed that the gloomy aura had disappeared and the cold wind that had been surrounding him was also gone.
If the ghost soldiers are borrowing the road, there must be a leader. The route they take is generally fixed. They will follow the leader and will not change the route flexibly in the middle.
That's why when Lu Xingxing realized that he couldn't outrun the evil ghosts behind him in a straight line with An Nanyuan, he decisively changed direction and took An Nanyuan away from the direction where the evil ghosts were.
Lu Xingxing felt that since the evil ghost appeared in the place where he had passed before and looked like it had escaped without permission, it meant that the large force was nearby.
So, he took a gamble.
Fortunately, the bet was right.
Lu Xingxing held up his almost broken waist with one hand, stood up tremblingly and looked around.
It was impossible to tell where exactly they were in the dim light, but they had moved away from the dark road and there didn't seem to be any ghosts around.
Lu Xingxing breathed a sigh of relief, then his legs went limp and he fell back down.
An Nanyuan, who had been rolling around with stars in his eyes, finally regained consciousness. He shook his head and sat up from where he was lying.
This time, An Nanyuan learned his lesson and did not speak directly. Instead, he pointed at Lu Xingxing and then at himself and asked Lu Xingxing what the current situation was.
Lu Xingxing took a breath, lowered his voice and asked An Nanyuan, "Have you ever heard of the ghost soldiers borrowing the road?"
Although he was not a good person, An Nanyuan, who had watched many horror movies, was stunned on the spot.
His eyes slowly widened and he realized what had just happened. He quickly pointed to the place where they rolled down and asked with his mouth: Just now, did the ghost soldiers borrow your way?
Lu Xingxing nodded: "Fortunately you didn't call me by my full name, otherwise I would have died there."
An Nanyuan's eyes were full of guilt: I'm sorry, brother, I didn't know.
Lu Xingxing waved his hand and didn't care.
He has always been a carefree person. He would take revenge on the spot when he had a grudge, express his anger on the spot when he was angry, and then forget about it.
Moreover, in his opinion, An Nanyuan was someone who had escaped with him several times and was considered a companion. He was willing to sacrifice his life for his companions, and besides, nothing happened.
Lu Xingxing didn't take it to heart.
But just when he was about to ask An Nanyuan about the car accident, his face changed. He quickly pressed An Nanyuan's head and pushed him into the soil behind the bushes beside him. He hid in the bushes himself, covering the figures of both of them tightly.
An Nanyuan, who was caught off guard and covered in dirt, said: "?"
It’s over, Xingxing must be angry.
The next second after the two of them hid, a melodious and empty gong sound came from above.
“Clang!”
Then came the sound of chains.
The sounds overlapped and thousands of ghosts sobbed.
The temperature of the surrounding air dropped in vain.
Lu Xingxing could even feel the cold wind blowing across the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end.
But he suppressed the instinct to look up, and continued to hold An Nanyuan with one hand to prevent him from looking up suddenly, while holding his breath like an ostrich, refusing to look up at all costs.
So neither of them saw each other, and a thick fog rose in the dark woods.
In the hazy mist, the evil ghost was covered in chains and had a hideous face. The ghost next to him was holding a chain and floating by without touching the ground.
The ghost soldiers were covered in armor and stopped after every step.
Thousands of ghosts came out, and their shadows were looming.
They walked slowly along the route where Lu Xingxing had just jumped. Wherever they passed, plants withered and all life disappeared.
A thick ghost aura lingered wherever they passed. The entire mountain forest was densely populated with ghosts, as if all the ghosts from the underworld had poured out.
Because of the angle, Lu Xingxing's split-screen lens just happened to capture the lower half of the ghosts in one corner.
Therefore, the audience who had waited so long for Lu Xingxing's split-screen to appear were caught off guard by a group of ghosts.
Even if it's just a small gap, it still makes one's scalp tingle.
[Suddenly, it's very cold.]
[I was shaking so much that I couldn’t even hold the phone, and my fingers were so stiff that I couldn’t bend them.]
[It felt like someone was blowing cold air at the back of my neck. I didn’t dare to look back…]
[I feel like there is something looking at me, I am so panicked now.]
[Can anyone tell me what this is! The yellow talisman that my superstitious father bought and insisted on hanging on my wall burned itself! This must be a ghost!]
[I was holding the Diamond Sutra and shivering in my bed. I was so scared that I cried and my pillow was wet.]
At first, Annan wanted to let Lu Xingxing vent his anger, so he didn't look up.
But when the gong sounded, he also froze.
How could someone be beating a gong for no reason in the deep mountains and old forests...
Thinking of Lu Xingxing's seriousness and his previous frantic running, An Nanyuan suddenly realized that it was a ghost! The ghost soldiers borrowed the road!
He froze.
There was no need for Lu Xingxing to continue pressing him, he curled himself up into a ball, and even wished he could dig a hole and hide in it, for fear that the ghosts would discover him.
The two of them hid so hard that their faces, arms, and legs became numb from maintaining the same posture. The rustling sounds gradually faded away, echoing "rustle...rustle" in the empty forest.
But Lu Xingxing didn't even think of looking up, and still held An Nanyuan's head tightly downward.
What he saw most from Yan Shixun along the way was - rigor.
If it was just him, then he would be dead. It's not the first time a Taoist priest has died in Haiyun Temple, so the master can understand.
But not now.
There is also Annanyuan next to it.
Since Yan Shixun is not here, he must take on the responsibility of protecting everyone and not let ordinary people get hurt.
Even if the price is his life!
White mourning cloth passed by on the steep slope.
The Yinchai wearing a tall hat stood on the edge of the steep slope, looking down for a long time, until the sound of the gong was too far away to be heard. Then he looked up indifferently, dragged the chain, and turned away.
The dim forest became quiet again.
After a long time, Lu Xingxing dared to raise his head tentatively and look around.
Then he released his hand that was pressing on An Nanyuan and leaned weakly against the tree behind him.
The ghost soldiers borrowed the road.
Anyone who sees it will die!
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