The player fell off the cliff, but the game had to continue. Several players surrounded the Taoist priest Lingshan and used both soft and hard tactics, and finally concluded that the other party was also a person with awakened spiritual orifices.
No one knew why, but Taoist Priest Lingshan was extremely resistant to digging a hole. Just hearing the suggestion made him strongly oppose it.
Several players were unable to persuade him, and the burial suddenly came to a stalemate.
Fang Chen looked at Cheng Wuye for help: "Brother Cheng, what should we do now?"
Cheng Wuye did not participate in the lobbying. He leaned against the tree with his legs crossed. Hearing this, he glanced at his side and said, "You can't persuade him, so why don't you call someone who can persuade him?"
"Ah?" Fang Chen uttered the word blankly, and looking in the direction of his gaze, he saw the coffin containing the corpse.
There is a saying that the coffin cannot fall to the ground during the burial process. Several of them were responsible for carrying the coffin, while the helpers who followed them carried stools in case someone could not hold on and had to stop.
At this moment, there were benches at the four corners under the coffin. The owner of the house, dressed in white, was standing beside the coffin, guarding it with his forehead wrinkled into a "川" shape.
Cheng Wuye said succinctly: "Ask him to persuade them."
Fang Chen hesitated: "Is it really possible? The Taoist priest clearly doesn't want to..."
Cheng Wuye raised his eyelids: "How do you know if you don't try?"
Fang Chen didn't dare to refute anymore and ran to talk to the owner of the house.
After a while, the owner of the house stood up and went to find Taoist Priest Lingshan.
After a few minutes, the two separated. Taoist Lingshan finally picked up the shovel, put on a stern face, and called out to several disciples: "Don't be lazy, come and help dig!"
Fang Chen exclaimed: "Brother Cheng, how do you know that the owner of the house will also dig a hole if he goes to persuade the Taoist priest?"
Cheng Wuye ignored him.
Taoist Priest Lingshan appeared here obviously because the owner had a need for him. He had previously taken advantage of his free time to ask the other party what he wanted to do here, but the end result was always that the topic was changed.
Such a big thing just happened but the two of them reacted in an expected way, which shows that they had anticipated this situation; since they are unwilling to publicize it, what they are going to do is obviously not something glorious and worth telling about.
There are only a few things that can be related to coffins, ghosts, corpses, cemeteries, and even metaphysics, and they are not so embarrassing.
Raising ghosts, feeding monsters, refining corpses, cultivating poisons, casting spells, and resurrecting the dead.
He couldn't tell what they were trying to do for the time being, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that since Taoist Priest Lingshan, a cultivator who was supposed to believe in destiny, was willing to take the risk and come here, no matter whether the owner of the house had threatened or bribed him, he must have bargaining chips in his hands that he couldn't ignore.
With a weakness, it is easy to break through the bottom line.
As long as the homeowner is determined enough to do that, Lingshan Taoist will most likely agree if he persuades him.
Because I had to agree.
No one else could be asked to participate in the digging of the pit. The four masters and apprentices dug from noon to dusk and finally dug a hole that was big enough to place the coffin.
The coffin was slowly lowered into the soil, and the bottom fit perfectly into the hole.
The owner of the house stared at the coffin, his cloudy eyes brightening surprisingly: "Master..."
Taoist Priest Lingshan stroked his sleeves, took out a gourd with a sawed-off mouth from his sleeve pocket, unscrewed the gourd lid, and poured out the contents one circle at a time along the coffin.
The liquid was dark black and viscous, with a strong medicinal smell, and seemed to be mixed with something else.
Cheng Wuye's eyes flashed.
Is this... something he sent over yesterday?
Taoist Lingshan poured out the medicine in the gourd and splashed the coffin with water in deep and shallow parts. Finally, he glanced at the disciples present and sighed, "Open the coffin."
※
When Shi Yu woke up again, the sun was already at noon.
He stood up from a pile of dead leaves, looked down at himself, and silently removed the leaves that were stuck to his sleeves.
Except for his clothes being a little dirty and torn, his previous near-death injuries and even the high fever that had lasted all night were all gone.
The smell of blood on his body was very strong, so strong that it made people suspect that he had been thrown into a pool of blood.
Shi Yu unwrapped the white cloth on his left hand.
The white cloth was used to wrap his palm when Xu Zhukong attacked him the first night. He had seen it this morning and it had already shown signs of festering. But after wiping off the blood, the skin underneath was surprisingly intact, without even a scar left.
How long had it been since he fell unconscious? An hour? Two hours?
It really goes against scientific common sense.
Shi Yu lowered her eyelashes, stared at the wound on her palm for a moment, stood up and went back to the bottom of the cliff, found the hairpin that had fallen in the bushes, and put it into her long hair with her backhand.
There was a dead body lying not far away.
There was a thick layer of bushes next to the body, as if to block the view of others. The grass in the middle had been pulled apart. The body was facing down, with its back up. There was a huge gash in the spine from the back of the neck to the coccyx, and the skin and flesh were torn apart.
It was as if something sharp had cut open the spine, and then forcibly pulled the entire spine from the neck to the tail out of the body, leaving behind sticky blue veins and minced meat.
The laceration was even bleeding.
But after death, a person's body functions will stop, blood will stop flowing, and then deposit in the blood vessels, forming what people often call livor mortis.
Logically speaking, this corpse-shaped wound should not bleed.
Shi Yu reached out to touch the corpse. Just as he turned the head around and looked at the facial features, a cold hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder. The knuckles were distinct and thin, but the force was surprisingly heavy, as if it would crush his shoulder blade directly if it was just a little deeper.
He let go of his hand, turned around and saw the figure he met in a coma.
The man had the same face as the corpse on the ground, with the same long hair as him, his head hung down, his body was too pale and thin, and there was a sinister aura between his fingers: "Don't look at things you shouldn't look at."
Shi Yu didn't say anything and just looked at the other person quietly.
Guan Yueyue stared at him for a long while, and finally took the initiative to speak: "You said you saw my brother before?"
Shi Yu responded: "Yes."
Guan Yueyue: "And then?"
Shi Yu looked at her for a while, then stood up and asked: "Which way should we go?"
Guan Yueyue's face darkened: "Where's my brother?"
"It's up there." Shi Yu said, "We have to go up there."
When they climbed up the grave mountain again, the players just received instructions from Taoist Priest Lingshan to open the hall, and Zhao Ben opened the coffin lid with his own hands.
Suddenly, the wind howled and black ghostly energy rose from all directions.
Zhao Ben was the first to be hit. He was knocked backwards by the ghost energy that was coming towards him. He covered his chest and almost coughed out his lungs.
That’s not all. As soon as he got up from the ground and looked up, he saw the person who had watched him fall off the cliff not long ago, and his heart skipped a beat.
The black liquid that was originally pouring around the coffin was like hot oil, evaporating wildly and seeping into the coffin. The male ghost who was originally trapped in the coffin stood up from it, and the ghost energy around him was so oppressive that he could hardly breathe.
Xu Zhukong was like a wild beast seeing its prey, attacking all the players present suddenly.
Fang Chen barely dodged the attack, but the pine tree behind him was not so lucky. The trunk, which was thicker than a bowl, was grabbed by the ghost claws, and a large piece was dug out from the center. The remaining part was not enough to support it, and it broke directly with a sound that made people's teeth ache.
Fang Chen shuddered, and the round life-definition item protected him in the center like a shield. He was sent flying by Xu Zhukong's next attack, and broke another tree.
[Oh my god! ]
[Is the ghost climbing the stairs this time? Why is he getting stronger each time? Who can resist this strength?! ]
The distance between him and Fang Chen suddenly widened, and Xu Zhukong turned around and attacked Cheng Wuye, who was closest to him.
The wind whistled as it approached, and an iron hammer collided violently with the ghost claw.
Cheng Wuye kicked the tree trunk behind him in mid-air and leaned forward holding the hammer handle.
Seeing the ghost claws attacking again, Cheng Wuye landed on the ground, his face brushing against the ghost energy, and swung the long handle in his hand, and the scimitar with a cold glow hit Xu Zhukong's body heavily, causing a huge echo.
[Am I blind? Wasn’t that a hammer he just held? ? ]
[It’s transformed! His weapon can transform! From a hammer to a scimitar! 】
[I turned into a shield again! I actually blocked the attack of that ghost! ! ]
[It can actually turn into a long whip and stab the ghost directly from three meters away. This is too foul! ! ]
【……】
[This weapon is damn familiar.]
[Sister in front, you are not alone. ]
[It must be the "Eighteen Martial Arts", right? I can actually see this without paying any money? ]
[Why did he come to Xia Jiu Tian? Or is it popular to use a pseudonym to practice a small account these days? ? ]
After another collision and separation, Cheng Wuye fell to the grass, his arms numb from the powerful force.
A few steps away was the frightened Lu Nan.
Cheng Wuye didn't even have time to glance at others. He was about to attack with the handle in hand when he encountered an obstacle and stopped.
Lu Nan dragged his legs from behind.
In just a moment, the ghost claw attacked again.
Cheng Wuye was unable to dodge and could clearly hear the sound of skin and blood vessels breaking. His entire arm was torn off roughly like a piece of paper and he fell into the haystack, sweating profusely from the pain.
Xu Zhukong seemed not to notice Lu Nan at his feet. He threw down his broken arm and walked straight towards Cheng Wuye on the ground.
In a flash, Cheng Wuye looked at Lu Nan who had just held him back, and suddenly realized something from their reactions: "You belong to that ghost!"
Lu Nan slid to the ground, shaking like a sieve: "Yes, I'm sorry!"
A big bead of sweat rolled down Cheng Wuye's forehead.
No wonder, no wonder the system intentionally divided them into two groups, no wonder the time they could move freely was different, no wonder the body of the player Lao Liu he found outside was different from that of others.
No wonder four inexperienced and weak newcomers among ten people were assigned to the same group.
Even since Xu Zhukong started attacking them, he had always targeted players who were disciples of Taoist Priest Lingshan, but never paid any attention to the two powerless newcomers in the helper group.
He had never thought that the players of this game might be in opposition!
I'm afraid it's not just Lu Nan, even the remaining fat helper...
It only took him a moment to figure all this out, and Xu Zhukong was already in front of him.
The ghost energy spread, and just when the ghost hand was about to fall on him, another cold ghost energy attacked, and with one palm, Xu Zhukong, who had relaxed his vigilance, was knocked back several meters.
Xu Zhukong raised his head suddenly, his eyes widened: "The moon?!"
Guan Yueyue's eyes were like frost, and he rushed forward with a ghostly aura and overwhelming hatred.
In the midst of severe pain, Cheng Wuye saw another person in his sight.
Shi Yu half-knelt in front of him: "Lend me your weapon."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
