Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 749

In the dim cemetery.

Yang Jian, Sun Rui, Li Yang, Russell and Lin Luomei walked on the dirt road and gradually walked into the depths of the cemetery. Behind their group, they followed the six or seven members of the Lingyi Forum, and just now The pair of children of Liu Yuan.

More than a dozen people.

The number of people is quite large.

Moreover, there are as many as five ghost masters, and this kind of strength can be regarded as the top team in any spiritual event.

It is precisely because of this that Yang Jian has the confidence to act.

Although there are many ordinary people among them, these people are just dispensable. If something really happens, no one will try to save an ordinary person.

They could not influence the actions of Yang Jian and others.

"Increasing the number of people in the team can reduce the probability of being attacked by ghosts, Russell, it seems that the incident at the Caesars Hotel last time scared you out of the shadows."

Yang Jian walked in front, he glanced, and roughly guessed why Russell allowed two ordinary people to follow the team for a while.

This guy has also learned badly, he wouldn't have done this kind of thing before.

Sure enough, time will change a person.

Russell said: "If they stay there, they will be attacked by ghosts. Follow us to be safer. As for the number of people, the law of ghost attacks can be reduced. Isn't this a normal way to survive? It always kills people. Why not make the dead more meaningful."

"If you are really targeted by a ghost, it will be the same whether you are in the team or not. On the contrary, we can also share the probability of being attacked by a ghost for them."

"That's why we are mutually beneficial. There is no one who takes advantage of others, Yang Jian, you have become a lot more kind after not seeing each other for a while."

He didn't expect that people like Yang Jian would care about the life and death of ordinary people.

Yang Jian said with a cold face: "I never advocate for ordinary people to participate in supernatural events. If ordinary people really encounter such things, the probability of finding a place to hide and live is greater. The quality of people, the probability of accidents is very high."

"But you didn't refuse, did you?" Russell said with a smile.

Yang Jian said: "That's because I don't bother to care about other people's life and death. I'm an adult. I have to be responsible for the choices I made. I was wrong and died. I deserve it. By the way, I don't need to go if I survive. I am grateful for someone’s life-saving grace. I have solved so many supernatural incidents, and the people I saved don’t know how many, and I have never asked others to thank me.”

"Because, I am not aiming to save people to solve supernatural incidents."

"It's really cold, Yang Jian."

Russell said with emotion: "This is what I have always admired for you. It is not bound by any restrictions. It is true and not hypocritical."

After experiencing some things, he realized that Yang Jian’s personality is so special. Of course, his personality is particularly unimportant. The important thing is that Yang Jian has grown to such a point that he can match his boss Ye Zhen. It's on par.

"Let's talk less of the gossip, the number of old graves here is beginning to increase." Sun Rui interrupted the conversation between the two people, and he solemnly stabbed a grave in front of his eyes with his cane.

The grave soil was very soft, and the walking stick sank in easily.

"You said, what is buried in these graves?"

Yang Jian looked at it and said, “It’s best to put away this curiosity. This is a very unusual place. I think it’s completely different from the supernatural events I’ve encountered before. It doesn’t have the slightest commonality, although nothing has happened now. But there must be danger. After all, Mrs. Liu's body has disappeared."

"This is a signal, a potentially dangerous signal."

There are tombs everywhere, and there is no way for ghosts to peek into each grave.

As a result, Yang Jian couldn't confirm whether there was any danger in the tomb, but even if he guessed that there was something in the tomb, he didn't dare to dig a tomb to investigate it.

The only one who dared to dig up was tomb No. 78.

After all, he has to send the letter there. Besides, he also wants to see what kind of existence the ghost post office sends the letter to.

"I really want to leave this ghost place soon." Sun Rui said solemnly.

The graves all over the place looked up, as if there was no boundary, one extended into the dim world in the distance.

The originally good Fushou Garden suddenly became like this, even if it was the invasion of the ghost domain, it would be too exaggerated.

How long is this? It's almost like changing a world.

Can the red letter be delivered safely?

There was a strong uneasiness in Sun Rui's heart. He felt that Yang Jian was right in saying that what happened in this place was indeed completely different from the past spiritual events.

Which supernatural event will have so many graves?

He bypassed the grave in front of the road.

Yang Jian continued to move forward. He glanced at the tombstones in front of the tombs and recognized the numbers on them.

He found that some tombs did not have tombstones. Only a few tombs had tombstones and engraved numbers. This difference was not known for what reason, but it would increase the difficulty of his search.

Fortunately, these tombs have some rules.

If the place where I came just now is 21, then now it becomes 32, 33...

The numbers are getting bigger.

This shows that the general direction is not wrong, but the distribution of tombs is disordered, and the number 78 tomb is more far-reaching than imagined.

Just when everyone continues to move forward.

A weird scene appeared in the grave that was blocking the road just now. Sun Rui stabbed a hole with a stick on it. The blood was leaking from the inside. The blood was not absorbed by the mud, but it seemed to be repelled. In general, it gradually flows out, and gradually dyes the trails that everyone walks on.

And as the blood flowed out, the originally towering grave mound actually began to collapse little by little, and it kept getting shorter, as if something supporting the grave mound was disappearing little by little.

No one saw this scene, and no one noticed it.

Strange changes always appear here inadvertently.

As we continue to deepen this cemetery.

More and more weird things happened.

A member of the Spiritual Forum suddenly pointed to a short distance and said: "Look, isn't that grave different?"

Everyone looked at it.

Sure enough, I saw the tombstones standing there alone about ten meters apart, and the strange thing was that the grave mound behind the tombstones had actually cracked.

Yes, you are not mistaken.

The tomb was split into two halves from the middle, and collapsed on the left and right. There were no coffins or dead people inside. It was empty and looked a little strange.

A cracked empty grave?

"The tomb was split from the inside out. Something came out of it." Yang Jian's eyes sank and he noticed some details.

"Isn't it?" The other people's faces changed suddenly.

Yang Jian said: "It can't be wrong, but the tomb is a few years old, and judging from the signs of cracking, it should not have happened recently. It has been at least several months, so even if something comes out of the tomb. It is impossible to show up here, I have probably left this cemetery."

Having said that, his words make people feel inexplicably horrified.

"Team Yang, according to this, there are so many graves here, will there be a few tombs that happened to be split today?" Li Yang said with a low voice.

"It's very likely." Yang Jian said solemnly.

Russell said, "Stop talking. If you say this, I want to turn around and leave."

"You can't get out of this ghost domain," Lin Luomei said while typing.

"Don't be short, I'm just expressing my opinion." Russell complained.

Yang Jian continued to move forward, he gradually remained silent, no longer speaking, but focusing on the surroundings.

Under this kind of environment, he wouldn't even feel strange that ghosts appeared.

The only thing to be thankful for now is that there are no dead people in the team, which means that all the dozens of people in the team have not been targeted by the ghosts, so as of now, everyone is still in a relatively safe moment.

but......

Yang Jian noticed the number change on the tombstone: Wu Wu.

It's already within the range of tombstone No. 45, not far from the location of goal No. 78, and it will take about ten minutes to reach the destination without any accident. If you run, this time can be shortened.

However, he stopped abruptly when he didn't go far.

Next to the road ahead, a small new tomb stands without tombstones, like a small mound.

But outside of the mound, a dead man's arm covered with mud stretched out, stuck on the head of the grave like a dead branch, stiff and twisted.

"It was the group of people who attended the funeral before. Because of Russell's intimidation, those people fled in all directions. They are now involved in a spiritual incident and died here." Yang Jian squinted slightly and looked at the grave. Arm.

The skin color of this arm was obviously just dead, and there was also a precious watch on the wrist of that arm.

The hands on the watch were still moving.

When Li Yang, Sun Rui, and Russell saw this scene, their expressions all changed suddenly.

"Ghosts are starting to kill people?"

This thought came to everyone's mind, and an unpleasant feeling replaced the previous anxiety.

I hurriedly looked around, but saw nothing, no people, no ghosts, only a grave.

"Do you want to move on? Someone has died~www.NovelMTL.com~Team Yang." Sun Rui asked.

The short tomb with the arm exposed in front of you is like a warning sign, warning a group of people not to go deeper. If you go deeper, it may not be the person who is buried in the grave, but yourself. .

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak, but he suddenly waved his hand to indicate that everyone was quiet.

In the silent cemetery, I don't know where there was a strange sound.

Ding, Ding Ding.

It seemed that someone was hitting the tombstone with a chisel.

And the voice gradually became clearer and closer.

It seems to be not far ahead.

However, the sight was blocked by the tomb, and there was no way to see clearly.

(End of this chapter)