Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 109 Take away the coffin nails

"Do you still remember this voice?" Luo Yi asked.

"Why don't I remember, I followed this voice to get here, that's where I escaped the ghost slaves chasing after me, and picked up the ghost eye."

"I thought it was a glass bead at the time, it's so funny!" Yang Jian shook his head and laughed at himself.

"Why didn't I walk here in fear at the beginning, but if my reaction was a second slower at that time, there would have been no one like me, Luo Yi, in this world."

Coming here again, the two felt different emotions in their hearts, the only thing in common was their deep guard against this place and their indelible fear.

Yang Jian closed his naked eyes, opened the ghost eyes on his forehead, scarlet covered everything around him.

In the land of ghosts, especially this kind of dark space where there are many evil spirits, human eyes have lost their function.

Luo Yi is different, he has already lost the eyes of a living person, and the darkness has become accustomed to him.

A blue broken wall, a broken corner, a bone ghost tree drilled out of the moldy moss on the ground, the branches are flamboyant and hideous, with several hollows like face bones exposed, the branches are sharp and sharp, expanding wildly in all directions, with The unique fluorescence of bones, with human skin, paper streamers, rags, and human heads hanging on it.
From a distance, it looks like a mass grave in a barren mountain.

If a living person came here, even if nothing unusual happened, just seeing this weird and terrifying scene would be enough to scream out of fear.

On the ground at the root of the ghost tree was a puddle of pitch-black, foul-smelling liquid, drop by drop that seemed to be an endless stream of blood dripping from above.

"Even though it's the second time I've seen this ghost, my heart is still so hard to calm down." Yang Jian said, for this ghost, Yang Jian was more afraid than the starving ghost.

Luo Yi looked straight ahead, and there was a huge three-meter-high black figure nailed to the trunk of the bone tree, hanging upside down from head to foot.

It has the outline of a human being, but lacks the facial features of a human being. The whole body is just a group of black shadows condensed, which looks a bit like a ghost on Yang Jian's body.

It's just that the headless ghost is really a shadow, and it exists as an entity.

A rusty coffin nail pierced through the black shadow's chest, and firmly nailed it to the bone tree. A gurgle of blood continued to ooze from the wound, and finally condensed into drops of blood. The upside-down black shadow body dripped down.

It's like some kind of weird and frightening ritual in the Western Middle Ages.

"Luo Yi, is it right or wrong for you to release this ghost eye master for the sake of starving ghosts?" Yang Jian touched the ghost eye on his forehead, hesitating in his heart.

Because there is a vacancy on the head of the upside-down ghost, which seems to be where the ghost eye should be.

Once this ghost is released, he will be the most dangerous person.

Because he took away the puzzle that originally belonged to the Lord of Ghost Eyes.

"It's meaningless to say these things now. Look at the oozing ghost blood and the rusty coffin nail. Even if you don't pull it out now, the nail won't last long."

Luo Yi clearly remembered that the last time he came here, the rust on the coffin nail was not so mottled, which meant that the ghost was about to get rid of the nail.

"You come and I come?" Yang Jian is not a grumpy person either, since the Ghost Lord is destined to escape, instead of leaving this nail here to eat ashes, it is better to use it to do something more meaningful.

Luo Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "Come on!"

The last time Luo Yi used this coffin nail, both the Lord of Ghost Eyes and the Bone Tree began to recover in a very short period of time, almost causing him to die here.

So this time, let Yang Jian do it, to see whether it is his own problem or Yang Jian's problem.

Luo Yi gently held the Ghost Slaying Knife in his palm. In the three-color world of Ghost Knife, it was almost pitch black, with no light or color visible.

Here is a group of evil spirits.

Yang Jian looked along Luo Yi's arm, a slender horizontal knife was slightly out of its sheath, and the exposed half-inch knife was shining with a cold light, emitting a biting coldness and murderous intent.

"This is a ghost, an evil ghost that is definitely not below A-level." The ghost's eyes slowly turned to look away, as if afraid of making too much movement and attracting the attention of the ghost knife.

"It would be great if the coffin can be nailed down. With its ability to nail the Lord of Ghost Eyes, it must be able to nail most of the evil spirits." Yang Jian thought to himself.

But he just thought about it, because he knew that this coffin nail was used to imprison the starving ghost.

Yang Jian took a deep breath, controlled the ghost to stretch out his hand, and retracted when the ghost was about to touch it, turned around and picked up the gold leaf from the ground, put it in the palm of his hand and stretched it out again.

Grasping the coffin nails through the gold leaf Yang Jian, Luo Yi's eyes locked tightly on the Lord of the Ghost Eyes, and whenever there was any abnormal movement in it, he would strike him in the face without hesitation.

I don't know if it's the reason why the gold foil isolates the ghosts or if Yang Jian is really the protagonist's life, but not a single ghost in this space showed signs of revived restlessness.

Yang Jian's tense mood also relaxed a little, and the hand holding one end of the coffin nail exerted a slight force, and the nail was removed smoothly and smoothly.

"Successful!" Yang Jian put the coffin nails in his hands and inspected them repeatedly. It was dark and rusty, with some gloomy coldness, like old iron objects that had been buried deep in the ground for an unknown number of years.

"What about these things?" Yang Jian looked at the Lord of Ghost Eyes and the Ghost Tree, who hadn't made any movement yet.

"Leave first!" Luo Yi's eyes froze, and he saw that the body of the Lord of Ghost Eyes seemed to move slightly, but in the blink of an eye, nothing seemed to have changed.

"We have enough opponents at this time. If it is not necessary, we can't take any more risks!" Luo Yi originally wanted to take advantage of the recovery of the Lord of Ghost Eyes and Ghost Tree to sacrifice, but now the performance of the two is completely different. It was different from the first time I saw it, which meant that there had been some changes that he didn't know about.

"Okay, then leave!" Yang Jian went out first, he didn't want to stay here for a long time, the ghost eyes on his body came from here, God knows if he will lose it here again.

The moment Yang Jian stepped out of the room, the ghosts in this pitch-black ghost domain suddenly left the ghost tree, the scar on his chest healed and disappeared in the blink of an eye, the bone ghost tree danced its branches, and the human skin and paper banners hanging on it rattled .

At another glance, countless twigs seemed to come alive, covering the sky and covering the ground, blood reappeared on the pale joints, and the smelly and damp smell filled the entire space.

"There is still a problem!" Luo Yi saw the sudden change, exerted force with his five fingers, and the cold and cold knife light rolled up from bottom to top with a strange momentum.

"Split!"

"click~"

In the flashing light and shadow, there was a crisp sound, and a large bone of Nuoda jumped up in the wind.

Luo Yi put his sword back into its sheath, stretched open the ghost domain of worshiping the gods, and the endless chains broke through the blockade of the bones, like a torrent, washed away the broken bones, finally broke through the gate, and chased after Yang Jian in front of him.

The door behind him slammed open, and the bald monk carefully looked inside, but it was empty.

(End of this chapter)