The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 67
However, now he doesn't need to worry about transferring ghosts, and he doesn't have to worry about whether the mission of the ghost photo studio requires him to take pictures of transferring ghosts.

There's no need for the old lady to play tricks on him as a junior. Although she doesn't say much, she can indeed be called a word of gold.

It is said that the success of taking pictures means that the task is completed, and it must be like this.

The most important thing now is that he must make all the preparations he can in these six days, and then at the right time, start to implement the forgotten plan.

The old lady had already left, so Li Leping looked at Lu Sheng who had stayed there for an unknown amount of time, and asked, "Just now, did you see clearly what's in that bamboo basket?"

Lu Sheng didn't reply.

"Boom!"

"Oh~!"

Lu Sheng let out a moan as he kicked over.

While moaning, a puff of choking white smoke spewed out of his mouth.

He finally woke up from the sluggish state.

"What? What did you ask me just now? I didn't hear clearly." He covered his heart and said in surprise.

Obviously, everything that happened today had a considerable impact on his worldview.

There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.

It's no wonder that Lu Shenghui was shocked into this appearance. Even ghost masters with strange abilities beyond ordinary people's understanding, when facing this group of older generation ghost masters who are no longer at the same level as them, basically will be petrified.

Think you are awesome?
As a result, when you look up, you are just living in the comfort zone established by others.

"I asked you if you saw what was in the bamboo basket just now." Li Leping repeated.

"No, it was already dark, and the basket was covered with another layer of cloth. It was so dark, and I didn't have a light bulb in my eyes."

Lu Sheng shook his head in confusion, he didn't look like he was lying.

"However, I don't know if it's an illusion. When the old lady asked me to watch the bamboo basket, I always felt as if there was something unclean in the basket watching me."

At this time, he added a sentence.

"Spying..."

It seems that there are also some inexplicable things in that bamboo basket...

"Let's go." Li Leping said to Lu Sheng.

He didn't look into what was in that basket.

Because he clearly understands a path, that is, one cannot expect the older generation of ghost masters to provide them with anything in this era.

The era that belonged to them is coming to an end, and the people of that era are constantly withering, just like the old woman said, they will not be able to live for long.

In the end, the people of this era can only rely on the people of this era to pacify the supernatural recovery again.

If you can't calm down, then GG.

It's very simple.

Return to Qingshi Village again.

With the two ghosts in the village, one was photographed by Li Leping in the camera and imprisoned, and the other was taken away by the old woman, the supernatural events here can come to an end.

However, even without the influence of Li Gui, Qingshi Village is still dead silent.

It was dark on the road without street lights.

Going around the wall, in the house, there are still bright lights shining.

However, what the light illuminates is not the villagers living in the house, but piles of mud exuding a rotten smell.

Mud was scattered on the ground, outlining strange human figures.

There are not many living people left in this village, and under the attack of the ghosts, it has become a veritable dead village.

Walking on the deserted road, the surroundings were silent, and there was no living person.

Li Leping glanced at the golden watch on his wrist.

It was already five o'clock in the morning.

So much time has passed without knowing it.

"Li Leping, what are we doing now?" Behind him, Lu Sheng, who was walking on the cold path, asked a little nervously.

"Find a car and go back to the city." Li Leping said.

"Then here, we don't care about it?" Lu Sheng walked, illuminating the ground with a strong flashlight, in case he stepped on something unclean.

Those were clay figurines that were rotting on the ground, and there were still bones hidden in the clay, which was creepy and terrifying.

Although the ghosts at the source had been imprisoned, Lu Sheng did not dare to touch these "people" scattered on the ground.

When it comes to supernatural things, it is always right to be cautious.

"Tube?"

Li Leping glanced around.

"It's unnecessary and meaningless." He said in a low voice.

There are not many living people left in this village. To put it bluntly, this village is over...

The ghost's attack was so unreasonable, but these villagers survived for a few more days by relying on the curse of the transfer ghost.

But the ending is doomed.

At this moment, Li Leping stopped in his tracks.

He and Lu Sheng came to the door of a family.

A strange sour smell wafted from the opened door, like the stench of a rotting corpse, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

On the concrete floor in front of the door, there was still a white and swollen child lying all over.

That was Lao Zhao's grandson. When Lao Zhao smashed the door of this family, he left it outside.

It's a pity that the curse of transferring ghosts broke out suddenly, and Lao Zhao himself died for no reason.

His grandson's body was also placed outside the door, and no one took care of it.

"Go find a car, just find a car with keys and gas."

After leaving these words, Li Leping walked into this family without looking back.

Lu Sheng glanced at his back, didn't say much, but turned around and walked towards other people's houses.

Although Qingshi Village is not well-developed, there must still be cars. Otherwise, how can we bring back the daily necessities needed in the village?
As for whether to ask the owner's opinion?

Lu Sheng looked at the "clay figurines" on the ground and thought it was better.

People should have no objections.

The two parted briefly here.

Walking into the courtyard, there are puddles of rancid soil scattered on the ground, which is weird and unharmonious.

These are all the residents of this house, but it is estimated that no one will live in this four-story new-style building in front of me.

Without saying a word, Li Le calmly walked to a human-shaped mound made of mud.

It is said that it is safe to be buried in the ground, but no one would like to see himself turned into a handful of dirt with his own eyes before dying.

"A ghost can't be killed, but if you imprison it so that it can't continue to harm others, it can be regarded as revenge for you and your grandson."

This is the mound that Old Zhao rotted after the curse of transferring ghosts broke out, and the human bones inside can still be vaguely seen.

"Take a good rest and be a rich man in your next life."

After saying this, Li Leping didn't dislike anything, bent down, and put down a few red banknotes in front of Old Zhao's mound.

Li Leping didn't know Lao Zhao's full name. He just stood silently in front of the mound without saying much, until there was a mechanical sound of a vehicle stopping behind him.

An old van parked in front of the door.

Two beams of lights illuminated the road ahead, Lu Sheng stopped the car, pulled down the window, and shouted, "Are you leaving?"

"Let's go." Li Leping's expression returned to indifference, and he turned around and said.

Put the suitcase with the black straw hat in the trunk, open the door, and sit in the passenger seat.

The car started, and in the dark night, it gradually moved away from the village where there were few living people.

(End of this chapter)