C155 delignification

I am Hu Chujiu. The one beside Mr. Zhao should be Er Hu.

Mr. Zhao always said that this soul was useful and could save my life at a critical moment. He didn't think that it would be used here.

But I also feel a little sorry for Erhu, after all, he is facing a ghost prisoner, this is too dangerous, the slightest bit of carelessness will cause his soul to scatter.

I looked at Erhu, who grinned at me the same way he did when he was trying to rob me of my body. My sympathy for him fell.

Ghosts looked at Erhu and then at me. He sneered: "What's this? "The two of them look exactly the same?"

Er Hu looked at Mr. Zhao and spoke lifelessly to Ghosts: "I am the real Hu Chujiu, the guy beside you has the same surname as me, and has always wanted my body."

His words were very unwilling, but he still said it out loud. I don't know what method the Mr. Zhao used to force him.

Ghosts looked at me suspiciously, then looked at Erhu, and asked: "Is that so?"

Mr. Zhao replied, "Yes."

Erhu looked at Mr. Zhao, then said to him, "That's right."

Ghosts said to Erhu, "Come here, follow me to hell with Lord Prison."

Erhu slowly walked over, but Ghosts grabbed him back. He stared at and asked, "Are you really Hu Chujiu?"

Erhu seemed to be scared to the point of peeing as he shivered and said, "I really am."

Ghosts said, "If someone is forcing you, you can tell me and I will make the decision for you. If you lie to me in partnership, I will make you beg for death. " He pointed at the people behind him, who were neither alive nor dead. "Do you see them?"

Erhu's eyes rolled around and suddenly dropped to his knees, crying loudly, "Master, please help me!" I'm not Hu Chujiu, but I'm actually a little kid. The one surnamed Zhao caught me and forced me to help them. He is the real Hu Chujiu, I am the substitute. "

Ghosts turned around and looked at me. "What do you think?"

How could I say anything? At this time, I am a little complaining in my heart about the Mr. Zhao, why did I find such an unreliable b * stard? Other than stalling for time, it was completely useless.

A Chang let out a dry laugh at the side, pointed at Erhu and said, "I think this is real, the other one is the substitute."

I looked at A Chang with a little gratitude. I didn't expect him to help me at a time like this.

However, Ghosts glared at A Chang with a little anger. "These people are very treacherous, whether they are real or fake, I can't even tell them apart, how can you tell?"

A Chang said subserviently, then said in a low voice, "Can't we bring the two of them over and let Lord Ghost Prison distinguish them?"

Ghosts coldly snorted, "Can anyone who wants to meet Lord Ghost Prison see you?"

When I heard this, I was struck by a thought. This damned prisoner had been secretive, refusing to show his face the entire time. It wasn't that he didn't want to show his face, but that he couldn't.

The Ghosts hesitated for a moment, then said to A Chang: "Seems like, I can only ask for your help."

The sinful looking mirror was something from the legends of the underworld. Standing in front of the evil mirror, one could see the good and the evil for the rest of his life.

This place was imitating the Underworld everywhere. It seemed like it had already been prepared.

At this time, Ghosts took out a piece of yellow paper from his bosom. He bit his finger and used his blood to write many strange characters on it.

After he finished writing, he knelt on the ground and burned the yellow paper. Then, he kowtowed towards the depths of the tomb while chanting some inexplicable words.

While the Ghosts was writing the yellow paper and burning it, we were anxiously watching. No one wanted to resist, no one wanted to escape. Because we know in our hearts that the Ghosts's power is too strong, we cannot escape. It would be better to see what he was going to do next.

Soon, the yellow paper was burnt to ashes. At the same time, the light inside the tomb chamber became dimmer and dimmer, until it was completely extinguished.

We were all in darkness.

It was pitch-black all around us and I was a little afraid. I walked in the direction of the Mr. Zhao. But I didn't find anyone. I opened my eyes wide, trying to find any trace of the Mr. Zhao in the darkness, but I couldn't see anything. I stretched out my hand, trying to feel in that direction, but there was nothing there.

At that moment, I felt a gust of wind in my ear. It was as if a person was quickly running past me.

I panicked in my heart: "Don't tell me Mr. Zhao wants to take advantage of this and leave? I have deviated from my original position, could it be that he is unable to find me? "

Thinking of this, I hurriedly retreated. But I groped around and found nothing.

Not only was the Mr. Zhao gone, even Grandpa Gu was gone. Even A Chang and the Ghosts didn't know where they had gone to.

Why did everyone disappear at the same time?

I shouted, "Hey, is there anyone else here?"

No one answered me, and my voice traveled far away, touching the empty walls and echoing as if there were so many of me talking.

I took a deep breath and thought: Well, anyway, now I'm the only one left. I'd better get the hell out of here first.

I reached for my cell phone and tried to light it up. But the phone didn't respond at all. There seemed to be no electricity.

Using my memory, I groped my way toward the exit. As I walked, I regretted that I shouldn't have moved so recklessly just now. I wasn't sure if this direction was the exit or not.

It wasn't long before I heard a clank at my feet. I groped around and found a broken knife.

I was elated. This is the second floor? I should have gone the right way.

However, this happiness didn't last long, because the outermost layer is filled with all kinds of traps, even if I were to hit the flashlight it would be very dangerous, not to mention that I'm acting like a headless fly right now. I might be shot to death by an arrow within a few steps.

Even if I have to use my soul to carry my body, I have to watch the road. Otherwise, if my body were to crash into a mechanism and be shot like a hedgehog, I don't think I would be able to recover.

So I slowly crouched down and groped on the ground.

I vaguely remember that there was an oil lamp nearby. The oil lamp had been extinguished a long time ago, and even a piece of the lamp was missing. It was filled with dust. The oil lamp could not be lit, but it did not matter. There seemed to be a matchbox beside it.

The matchbox may or may not be empty.

If there was a match in it, I would be alive. If I don't have a match, I'm dead. There's a 50% chance of it happening. In such a terrifying place, I feel like I've struck it rich.

I fumbled to the side for a moment, my fingers touching a cardboard box. I was overjoyed and picked it up. I shook it in my ear, and there was a slight sound.

I immediately became wild with joy as I could not help but mutter, "The heavens have eyes."

Immediately, I heard someone behind me mutter ecstatically, "The heavens have eyes."

I shivered and dropped the match in my hand.

I fearfully said, "Who is it?"

There was no movement behind him.

Crouching on the floor, I slowly reached out and felt my way behind me. I felt empty. There was no one behind him.

Was it my imagination?

I took a deep breath and turned back to the match. However, the door was ajar and the match on the ground was gone. After feeling around, he found that there was only that lousy oil lamp.

Just as I was at a loss, I suddenly heard a light sound coming from behind me. Someone was shaking the matchbox.

I was elated and pulled out my dagger. I pounced towards that direction like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

However, I didn't catch anything. It was empty. Immediately after, the sound of the matchbox shaking could be heard from further ahead.

I threw myself at him again, but still nothing happened.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Who the hell are you? If you have the ability to show yourself, I'm not afraid of you. "

No one answered me, just the sound of the matchbox being shaken. I deliberately ignored him, and the voice stopped, but after a while it started again.

I still didn't move. I was waiting for him to lose his patience. At the same time, I estimated our distance. It's only three meters. I'll definitely catch him this time.

A few seconds later, just as the sound started, I let out a roar and lunged forward. Before I even arrived, I handed the dagger over.

With a clang, the dagger stabbed into something that was incomparably hard, causing a string of cremation to appear. In the flickering light, I saw that I had struck a sarcophagus.

The surroundings once more fell into darkness, and once more into silence. The sound of the matchbox shaking inside the coffin.

I felt a chill run down my spine, and I quietly took a step back.

There is a popular saying among us. On a dark night, do not travel at night, because you may encounter dirty things.

Those things will give you what you want most. It could be a lantern, it could be a few bills. But it will not let you have it, but will lead you forward step by step.

You could walk all night and find yourself lying in a coffin when the sun came up. A lucky man is rescued by a passerby. From then on, his body is weak and sickly. The unfortunate ones quickly died.

We call them mischievous immortals. The reason he was called mischievous was because his methods seemed like he was teasing people. As for Immortals … That was to flatter him because of his fear, and to say a few good words, hoping that he would not seek her out.

I feel like I've met a mischievous immortal today. I dared not approach the coffin again.

I stood where I was and thought for a moment. This coffin should be the coffin of the former general. There seemed to be a lot of things around the coffin that were neither alive nor dead.

I suddenly had an idea and squatted down to search the ground. Soon, I found a skeleton.

It was the woman's. After I freed her, she became a skeleton.

I whispered, "You've already left. I'll borrow a bone for your use. You won't mind, will you?"

Then I hefted the dagger and slashed down. The dagger broke the bone, and white phosphorus came out of it, giving off a dim light.

This light is the ghost fire in the tomb, and I need it so much now.

I gripped the bone and stood up. Suddenly, I felt something strange behind me. I abruptly turned around and saw a fiendishly grinning face.