Mysterious Resurrection of Man Tianqin

Chapter 73 Hundreds of Extra Figures (please read more, please read more)
"so much?"

The tall figure, the old gown, the broken short stick, and the iconic bell sound, is it the corpse chaser or who?

The stench permeated the air, and Sun Xing's hairs stood on end. Before he knew it, he even held his breath, and he even stood there in a daze because of extreme fear.

At this moment, hundreds of bells rang and gathered together, as if a big broadcast had been turned on. It was deafening, and it seemed that even the ghosts in the body were shaken.

This is not the scariest thing yet, Sun Xing stared at the perfectly reproduced corpse man next to him, his pupils stinging, and Chitong issued a warning to him again, which surprised him a bit.

Does the corpse exorcist that was reproduced perfectly inherit even the supernatural power?

Thinking of this, Sun Xing's heart instantly sank to the bottom.

If so, let alone three ghost candles in his hand, in such a situation, ten or twenty candles might not be enough.

There are at least a hundred silhouettes of corpse hunters reproduced here. If the spirits of every corpse hunter are perfectly reproduced, the only thing they can do... seems to be to wait to die.

Although the corpse chaser didn't attack them before, Sun Xing didn't dare to doubt his danger at all.

The period of the Republic of China was a terrible era.

Even if he hadn't reached the level of the Seventh Elder during his lifetime, he would not be able to touch him after his death.

At this moment, after Tang Ren saw the change in the ghost in front of him, his eyes went dark, and he almost passed out on the spot.

He suddenly felt that, compared with the corpse exorcisers reproduced in hundreds of ways, the white silk ghost was as cute as a kitten, and at least it could make people want to fight. This ghost in front of him was so terrifying that it made people despair.

At this moment, hundreds of figures stood on the path, surrounding Sun Xing and Chen Yuan, while Tang Ren was being followed by the source "clone ghost" in front of him. , and the ghost that creates the clone is named "clone ghost".

At this time, Sun Xing didn't pay attention to the ghost beside him, but held the ghost candle firmly in his hand, and if there was any danger, he would light it immediately.

He set his eyes on a figure in the distance, where stood a tall figure, dripping with corpse water, stinking all over his body, with a face that had turned black, and hundreds of "corpse chasers" that were recreated by the clone ghost. "It's different. The real exorcist always followed behind the huge queue of corpses, but he stopped at some point.

He stood at the back of the team, maintaining a stiff posture, only a broken flag stuck on his back would make a sound from time to time, as if he was silent, only changed his direction slightly, and looked at the path on the other side.

Sun Xing followed his gaze, the place was dark, overgrown with weeds, and there was a stench that belonged to corpses. It was a milky white stone pillar, and an oil lamp was placed on it, which seemed to be lit with corpse oil. It was extinguished now, and it was dark.

The position of the wick is milky white, like a product of the previous era, but there is no dust, it is clean, staring at the oil lamp, combined with the stopped gaze of the exorcist.

It seems that the oil lamp here should have been on all the time, but for some reason it has now gone out.

Everything here seems to have been planned, and there must be a reason for the corpse chaser to stop.

Immediately afterwards, he looked forward, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly seemed to think of something.

"On the trail on the right, there seem to be oil lamps every tens or hundreds of meters. They are artificially built. What is their function?"

"The things in the ghost land are useless if they don't make sense. Why did the corpse chasers stop by the oil lamp? Why didn't the corpse chase team move?"

Sun Xing thought quickly, since it was left over from the period of the Republic of China, all the arrangements should be well-arranged and effective.

"Light the oil lamp, what will happen?"

Suddenly, such an idea popped into his mind.

Once the idea came out, it lingered.

"Tang Ren, light the oil lamp!"

Sun Xing was far away, and there were strange "corpse chasers" standing around him, which made him a little helpless. He was surrounded by these recreated ghosts.

Every figure is full of weirdness, the ghost domain can't stretch in this supernatural land, he dare not move at all, otherwise if he touches these ghosts, he feels that the weird stick will fall on his head in the next second .

"What, what?"

Tang Ren was trembling. There were two tall figures in front of him. Just standing close to them made his heart skip a beat. He was already desperate.

"Light that oil lamp, quick!"

Sun Xing yelled, they are now surrounded by the ghosts, standing in place, and the killing pattern of the ghosts has not been triggered for a while, but this situation will not last long, as the balance is broken, all three of them may die here.

"understood."

Tang Ren took a deep breath, and stood up with his limp body. Immediately afterwards, he rushed out and came to the stone pillar on the side of the path.

Various patterns were carved on the milky white stone pillars, but at this moment there were many gaps, as if they had been destroyed by some kind of creature with strange force. Even the oil lamp was extremely damaged and wobbly, as if it would fall to the ground when the wind blows.

Looking at the traces on the stone pillar, Tang Ren was terrified, but he still bravely took out the golden lighter.

"boom."

He sent the lighter to the wick, held his nose, and shook it again and again, but the oil lamp was still dark, but the stench was getting bigger and bigger.

"Can't light it!?"

Tang Ren was a little surprised, Huo Mingming sent it up, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any effect.

A gust of wind blew by, and the fire in his hand went out.

Tang Ren raised his head, looked at the dead tree beside him, and shuddered suddenly. The figure swayed there, and it seemed that there was a greater horror hidden, which made him give up the idea of ​​escaping inside.

"Can't light? Is it the wrong fire, or is there something wrong?"

Sun Xing had a panoramic view of Tang Ren's actions, trying to recall everything just now.

In the next second, his eyes narrowed, and the reproduced "Corpse Man" standing beside him moved.

Although it was only a small movement, he could see clearly that the figures of hundreds of "corpse chasers" did tremble.

"I can't wait anymore. Either there is a problem with the fire, or there is a problem with the oil lamp itself. If the former still has a chance, if it is the latter, then we can only wait to die."

Seeing this scene, Sun Xing's hairs stood on end. They ran out of time. The ghost who could only be cloned left the team and stood not far away. At this moment, he moved together with hundreds of "corpse chasers" that were engraved.

"Try it with a will-o'-the-wisp."

Without hesitation, he stared at the oil lamp, and soon there were traces of flames on the pitch-black stone pillar.

"Zi, Zi~"

It seems that some kind of plastic has been burned, and there are constant noises from the stone pillar.

It was also at this time that Sun Xing was shocked to find that a "corpse chaser" beside him moved!
It was a short stick, full of rust, and it was impossible to tell what kind of material it was made of. At this moment, the figure of the "corpse exorcist" closest to him moved.
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