The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 539 Prison
The moment the ghost moved, Li Leping immediately reached out and grabbed the arm that Li Gui was about to raise.

And when his hand touched the arm covered in ashes, burnt smoke immediately rose from his palm, and there was a burnt smell in the smoke.

Severe stinging pain came from the palm of his hand, but Li Leping did not withdraw his hand, but calmly stared at the ghost caught by him in front of him.

The Li Gui's resistance was stopped by Li Leping.

The Forgotten Ghost had already come behind him, and as he let go, the Forgotten Ghost took over the short stick in his hand.

"Go on."

Li Leping, who was in black and white, spoke, his voice was stiff and his voice was even hoarse, as if he was saying goodbye to the headless corpse in front of him.

Followed by.

"Boom!"

"Whoa!"

The dull sound and the sound of broken porcelain sounded almost at the same time.

The Forgotten who took the short stick swung it down mercilessly.

The stick swung down from above, not only hitting the headless ghost, but also hitting the porcelain altar under the ghost's body.

The palm tattoo on the short stick squirmed strangely, as if it was pushing something. Accompanied by the supernatural power of the short stick itself, superimposed on each other, a terrible spiritual suppression was formed.

Just for a moment.

The corpse covered in ashes lost the ability to move and fell limp.

And the porcelain altar containing it was smashed into a gap from top to bottom. This gap is not wide, but it cut straight all the way to the bottom of the altar.

And at the end of the gap, a short black stick went deep into it, but it was not pulled out.

It was precisely because the short stick remained in the body that the porcelain altar, which was supposed to heal quickly, showed no signs of recovery at all, and was constantly being suppressed by the short stick.

"ended."

The smoke dissipated behind him, the phantom asphalt road disappeared, and the oblivion disappeared with these things.

The house became quiet again, only Li Leping stood on the wooden floor alone, in front of him was a ghost who had lost its movement and a broken porcelain altar.

Li Leping looked down at his palm.

A large piece of flesh and blood has been mutilated in the palm, and even white bones can be seen, which makes people shudder.

There are still some ashes left on the wound, and the spirit on the ashes seems to have not completely disappeared, so even the body of the sleepwalker is difficult to heal. If you want to repair it, you have to wait for the sleepwalker to clean up slowly besides restarting instantly. The supernatural traces on these ashes are gone.

……

foreign.

The sea surface at night looks extremely dark, and no one knows if there are any monsters hidden under the bottomless sea surface.

And by the sea, a prison was actually built here. The barbed wire on the outer layer had rust spots in the humid climate, and the luster of the metal had long since turned dull and black.

Looking inside through the barbed wire, there are European-style buildings lined up among them. The gray bricks and tiles have grown moldy spots due to years of erosion, and the black bricks and tiles covered on them make the place full of a depressing atmosphere.

The weirdest thing is that none of these European-style buildings have windows installed, and each building looks exactly the same, giving people a weird feeling of copying and pasting to save trouble.

I don't know if it's because it's the time to turn off the lights, so at this moment, there is no light at all in this old-fashioned prison, and no sound can be heard.

The most strange thing is that even if the lights are turned off, there seems to be no one on duty in this prison, as if the prison has been abandoned and is not operating normally at all.

The entire prison was silent, and the silence was a little scary.

"Tap...Tap..."

But in a prison building.

In a quiet, dark corridor, there was a strange sound of footsteps.

It appears that someone is patrolling the prison.

There are independent small rooms on both sides of the aisle, and the rusty iron fences are the doors of these small rooms.

The cells were lined up along the corridor like this.

The most unbelievable thing is that there are no lights installed in the aisles of this prison building. Instead, light bulbs are installed in the cells, which makes the aisles look extremely dark, but the cells are brightly lit.

The old incandescent light bulbs emitted a dim yellow light, and there was a vague smell of corpses in the air. This smell was accompanied by a cold and damp atmosphere, making it impossible to believe that someone would be in such a place. Patrol in the eerie prison.

The most frightening thing is that in these brightly lit cells, the prisoners are not normal prisoners at all.

Many strange things were held in the cell.

In some cells, the lights were normally on, but under the light, there were a pair of white balls rolling back and forth in the room, but they couldn't get out of the iron gate that seemed to be unable to trap it at all.

If you take a closer look, you will be horrified to find that this is not a glass ball, but a pair of eyeballs.

The lights in some cells seem to have been disturbed by something, and they are flickering. Although no one can be seen in the cell, there will be some strange noises, as if someone has been moving inside, but no one can be seen inside. something, only the sound can be heard.

Some cell lights have been completely extinguished, and it is pitch black behind the iron fence, but from time to time, a skinny, dead hand covered with corpse spots will be stretched out. Don't open this frail looking fence gate.

at this time.

In front of the iron gate that was shaken.

The figure that had been wandering in the corridor stopped.

It hides in the dimness, and its specific appearance cannot be seen clearly.

suddenly.

The dead hand pulling on the iron door seemed to feel something, and was eager to stop and avoid something.

But it was too late.

The man who stopped in front of the door had reached out and touched his back.

He took down a heavy and old iron hammer and held it in his hand.

"boom!"

As the hammer fell, there was a sound of bones being smashed, and the dead hands that were pulling the fence were smashed to the ground, and then the owner of the dead hands seemed to be frightened, and quickly withdrew his hands and retracted. In the cell.

After doing all this, the figure wandering in the prison put away the hammer, and seemed to plan to patrol again.

But right now.

He seemed to have sensed, or rather saw something, so he didn't rush to move immediately.

The dim light illuminated the corners of his mouth at this moment.

It was a smile that stretched from the corners of the mouth to the roots of the ears, a smile that could not be shown by a living person at all.

And around the man's waist, a long thing that looks like a forearm is particularly conspicuous, hanging on a chain.

It looked a lot like the coffin nails that hung on the starving man's head.

(End of this chapter)