He Feng and his wife Zhou Mei were shocked inwardly as they watched the figure of Uncle Zhang and his son gradually receding.
Even though they knew that there was a ghost in front of them, they were not afraid. Instead, they resolutely chose to fight against the ghost. Moreover, they were not the rumored ghost masters, they were ordinary people, and even their physical strength was not as good as the two of them.
personal.
The reason for them to do this is just that they don't want to see more people die at the hands of evil spirits.
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. In other words, this old man was already fighting against evil spirits when he was about twenty years old.
And I believe there are definitely not a few people like this, but as time goes by, the group of people sixty years ago have all grown old, sick, died, and finally been forgotten..."
He Feng was silent at this moment.
From these scattered stories and clues, he could already feel the chaotic and magnificent era sixty years ago.
"Come on, let's get out of here quickly. We can't stay in this community anymore. The ghost in just one coffin almost killed all of us. If the other coffins were opened, the consequences would be unimaginable." Zhou Meila said.
He Feng was stunned and couldn't wait to leave here.
He Feng nodded subconsciously, then pulled his wife to leave.
But after taking 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, "You go first, I want to go back and have a look."
"What? If you 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 man.
The supernatural circle, take a look at the real ghost master... I can feel that Guanjiang Community is haunted now, and many unimaginable stories will happen here. If I leave now, I will miss it.
Everything will definitely be regretted for the rest of your life."
Seeing her husband like this, Zhou Mei knew in her heart that he had made another professional mistake.
"Then I'll go with you." Then she gritted her teeth and planned to give it a go.
"No, this time is very dangerous. I can go alone. You must 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 was carrying a red ax and Zhang Wenwen, who was holding an oil lamp, had arrived at the construction site where seven coffins were dug out.
"Dad, there's a person over there." Suddenly, Zhang Wenwen pointed to the front.
Not far away, there was a graceful woman with voluptuous figure and thick black hair walking slowly towards the distance.
Although the woman did not turn around, she could tell from her back that she was definitely a stunning beauty.
"Which of your eyes thinks that thing is a human? You can actually recognize such a big ghost." Uncle Zhang saw the figure from behind, and some memories emerged, and then he groaned heavily, expressing his disapproval of his son's ability to judge.
feel dissatisfied.
"Ghost?" Zhang Wenwen trembled and looked at the woman again, only to realize that the figure was indeed very unusual.
The clothes that do not belong to this era, the incredible figure, the thick and weird black hair... No matter how you look at this kind of woman, she has nothing to do with a living person.
Uncle Zhang quickened his pace slightly at this moment: "Catch up and don't let it leave the community."
Seeing his father's determination, Zhang Wenwen suppressed his inner uneasiness and fear and followed him with an oil lamp.
Soon, they passed by the place with seven red coffins.
Two of the coffins had been opened, but they were empty inside. Something had escaped from the coffins and escaped.
As he walked, Uncle Zhang shouted to the coffin: "Is there anyone alive inside? If so, Huang Ziya will turn into a ghost. Why don't you come out and help?"
Although the probability of people from the past surviving was very small, he still held on to some hope and shouted a few words tentatively.
There was no response from the remaining five coffins. Instead, a dull knocking sound came from one coffin. The knocking sound was not loud, but it turned out that the red coffin shook continuously, as if there was something terrible inside.
Things will soon become unstoppable.
"So fierce? I scared your grandpa Wei to death."
Uncle Zhang shuddered and subconsciously took a few steps back.
Zhang Wenwen, a middle-aged man in his fifties, was about to cry at this moment. He said: "Dad, if it doesn't work, let's go. Don't be brave."
No matter how stupid he is, he can still see that there is a ghost in the coffin that made the noise, and it looks more sinister than the female ghost.
"Don't worry, that thing can't get out unless the coffin is opened, and it's not that easy to leave now. Take a look around you." Uncle Zhang had lost his cane at this moment, and was holding the red ax in his hand tightly.
Zhang Wenwen held up the oil lamp, and only then did he see that the ground near them was covered with a layer of black hair. At the beginning, this layer of black hair was very sparse, but as time passed, these black hair became
His hair became thicker and thicker.
The most terrifying thing is that those long black hairs are crawling on the ground like living creatures.
"Be careful, don't get entangled in these hairs, or you will die." Uncle Zhang was holding an ax at the black hair on the ground and struck at it.
As soon as the ax fell, the black hair broke directly, and at the same time, the long black hair that followed was all retracted, leaving a blank area that was not covered.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Uncle Zhang chopped a few more times, and then stopped the intrusion of the long black hair.
But Uncle Zhang was panting and standing there with his ax in his hand, he was exhausted.
"After all, it's not as good as when I was young. I was so tired after just a few chops. If this were the time when your grandpa was young, all the things in the coffin wouldn't be enough for your grandpa to chop."
"We can't go on like this. That thing is a ghost. We can't use it. We can find a way to get closer and hit the woman's head with an axe. As long as the ax hits the head, the ghost will be useless. When the time comes, we can kill the ghost.
Put it back in the coffin and the matter will be settled."
Although Uncle Zhang is old, his mind is very clear and he knows what he should do.
Zhang Wenwen looked at the strange woman not far away. At this moment, the woman did not continue to move forward, but stood motionless. However, the thick black hair behind her back had fallen to the ground at some point.
Obviously, the long black hair just hung down to the woman's waist.
"Hey, bastard, don't be dazed and work." Uncle Zhang picked up the ax at this moment and handed it to Zhang Wenwen.
"Dad, should I do it? I can't do it. I can't do this."
Zhang Wenwen turned pale with fright at this moment and shook his head quickly. His legs were now weak. If he hadn't seen his father so calm and able to fight against this weird thing, he would have turned around and ran away in fear.
"Bah, you're a loser." Uncle Zhang couldn't help but curse: "Look at how cowardly you are, with the same virtues as your mother, and even worse than my former little brother."
Zhang Wenwen lowered his head slightly, not daring to refute after being trained.
There was no way, his son couldn't live up to his expectations, so he could only hold on and carry the ax and keep walking forward.
Swinging the ax a few times, it cut a path through the black hair on the ground.
Uncle Zhang was panting heavily, but he couldn't stop. Otherwise, if the ghosts around him recovered, they would eat up the father and son until nothing was left.
However, the closer you get to the weird woman in front, the more and thicker the black hair is around you, and the place where the ax struck is covered again by black hair faster and faster.
Finally, Uncle Zhang had to stop about ten meters away from the strange woman.
He was really old. Even though the ax in his hand had no weight at all, the continuous chops made him so tired that he couldn't even lift his arms. Finally, under a swing, his body staggered. Uncle Zhang, who had always wanted to be strong, fell into a trap.
Fell to the ground.
"Dad." Zhang Wenwen was shocked and quickly helped him up.
Uncle Zhang's face was ugly, he was breathing heavily, his eyes were closed tightly, and his chest was like a broken bellows leaking air. He was whirring and muttering to himself. He didn't know what he was saying. Zhang Wenwen only vaguely heard a few words.
One word: "Legs...Brother Legs."
At this moment, the long black hair covering the ground spread over again, surrounding the two people.
Zhang Wenwen was so frightened that 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 was so anxious that he broke into a cold sweat and even felt a little overwhelmed.
"Are you okay? I'm here to save you." At this moment, the reporter He Feng's voice rang out. He was holding a shovel used on construction sites and running towards this side desperately.
Running around all year round and being young and strong gave He Feng a lot of strength.
He rushed over after a while.
To be continued...