Mysterious Recovery: Confused World

Chapter 124 Core
It was still the broken dam wooden house, and even the decoration inside the house had not changed in any way, but the deadly sense of crisis from the souls told Wang Chaling that they had entered the core of the endless cemetery.

His eyes swept across a small bed in the wooden house, on which lay a tall body, the thick darkness mixed with dust, making it impossible for Wang Chaling to see the true appearance of the body.

"Luo Qian... No, no, it's just a fake body left by him using supernatural powers, or something similar to a projection. The real Luo Qian's corpse gives me more than just a sense of danger." Maintain a stable state of mind as much as possible.

The oppression of the supernatural, the deadly crisis, the dead souls as the medium, rushing in like a tide, constantly stimulated Wang Chaling's nerves, forcing him to use the supernatural to maintain his mentality, so as not to be unable to bear this terrifying "pressure" "And gaffe.

"Weakness has certain advantages, because they can't even detect the truth behind the surface cover. Without cognition, naturally there will be no terror."

"Wang Wudi, why do you have a strange look in your eyes? Let me tell you, you can't spread the news about me being used as a weapon by a ghost."

Ye Zhen felt a little sad in his heart. After all, his famous name was gone. Now he can only hope that Wang Wudi is not a person who likes to spread gossip.

"It's nothing, just be more careful next time, I'm looking for you as a helper, not as a burden, and, in the next place, if you are a burden, I may not be able to save you, because I don't even care about my own safety." It’s not necessarily guaranteed.”

"Of course, if you regret it now and don't plan to enter this cemetery, then stay quietly in this room and don't mess with things. When the black smoke accumulates to a certain extent, you will send it out."

Wang Chaling has said many times to advise Ye Zhen, but this is the most serious and the last time.

Because, as he said, it's good that there are no accidents in this place. Once an accident occurs and the cemetery goes out of control, he can't take care of himself, let alone save Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen understood the meaning of Wang Chaling's words, and his expression tightened immediately: "Wang Wudi, what are you talking about, I, Ye, am not the kind of person like Xiao Jiang. After doing this kind of thing, Ye will definitely have a demon in the future."

"You invited me to go with you, which shows your trust in my ability and character. Since this is the case, I will never let you down. Besides, you are just inviting me in this matter, and you are not forcing me to go with you. It is I Those who voluntarily agreed, and I, Ye Zhen, have never given up on things that I promised."

Ye Zhen's tone was very fierce, and he firmly expressed his determination, so that Wang Chaling didn't have to talk about retreating.

Wang Chaling's expression was a little weird. Ye Zhen's reluctance to evacuate was naturally true, and the reason was similar to what he said, but Wang Chaling always felt that there were some other factors involved.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

"You'd better follow me closely." Wang Chaling said one last word, then walked to the door of the wooden house and put his hand on the wooden door.

Cold, damp, depressing... All kinds of negative emotions came to my heart, woody lines gradually appeared on the arms, and the flesh and blood were gradually replaced by wood.

Wang Chaling's complexion changed: "It's just opening a door, and there are supernatural curses. Luo Qian is too good at using space."

The oppressive darkness wrapped around the upper arm, and the curse was gradually suppressed until it fell into silence, and the wooden arm returned to its normal state.

Crunch~!

There was a teeth-piercing sound, and the wooden door was slowly pushed open. Almost at the moment the door was pushed open, overwhelming dust poured in through the crack of the door.

There is a terrible ghost in the dust. As soon as he came into contact with Wang Chaling's body, Wang Chaling felt that the part he touched died directly. Gradually transformed into a corpse.

Everything came too suddenly, even though he was fully prepared, he couldn't resist the sudden attack, so he had to deal with it passively.

The deceiving spirit is constantly acting on itself, and together with it is the ghost spirit, the latter is sweeping away the attached dust, and the former is constantly repairing Wang Chaling's body.

Compared with Wang Chaling, Ye Zhen's condition is much better. He is standing behind Wang Chaling and the undead. Most of the dust is blocked by Wang Chaling and the undead. What falls on him is not counted. many.

Furthermore, the layer of skin on his body belongs to the skin of ghosts, which has a certain resistance to ghosts. Unlike Wang Chaling, who has never controlled a ghost with a body, the body is very fragile compared to ghosts.

"Wang Wudi, this road is not easy." Ye Zhen poked his head out from one side, the illusory body of the dead soul could block the entry of dust, but it could not block Ye Zhen's gaze.

Outside the open wooden door, yellow dust filled every space, and there seemed to be only this color left between the sky and the ground.

On the ground, from time to time, there will be bumps of soil, showing various shapes, palms, human heads, arms, half bodies... It is hard to imagine what is under the soil.

"As expected of a top ghost master in the Republic of China era, the places he lives in are so unique, but Luo Qian doesn't seem to have any taste, and actually likes to wash his face in sandstorms." Ye Zhendao, building a residence that fits his status has always been Ye Zhen's plan One of them is just that there has been no time and suitable ghosts to implement it.

"He doesn't like sandstorms to wash his face, probably because the cemetery noticed our arrival and specially set up a welcome ceremony for us." Wang Chaling remembered that the last time he went to the endless cemetery, there was no such scene.

Of course, it might be that Luo Qian didn't think it was necessary. After all, he alone was enough to beat up Wang Chaling and Jiang Lan at that time, and there was no need to get these fancy things out.

As for how to get there?

Nature can only go through.

"Follow."

Wang Chaling's voice was deep and low. The position of the first generation of dead souls overlapped with him, and the superimposed position of the second generation of dead souls overlapped with Ye Zhen. There were dead souls blocking the surface. Even if there was a spiritual attack, most of the dead souls would be the first to suffer. , rather than the two of them living, can buy some time for them to react.

A generation of dead souls is just like before, exuding its own spirituality, representing the darkness of the Wang family covering a small area, moving forward with Wang Chaling and Ye Zhen.

The dust all over the sky seemed to be stimulated, slapping on the darkness crazily, constantly mixed into it, the ground under the feet was no longer peaceful, one by one, the dirt bumps bulged and broke, palms, heads...continuously poured out from the ground , Bite, pull...the movements are very simple, but the spirit contained inside is not weak, trying to block Wang Chaling's progress.

There is no need for Wang Chaling to worry about these. The superimposed dead souls of the first generation are enough to calm down. The second generation of dead souls is somewhat difficult, but with Ye Zhen's cooperation and another generation bearing the main pressure, the problem is not too big.

The black smoke meanders forward in the loess that fills the sky, guiding the direction for Wang Chaling, but this direction is no longer the same as before, it can point to both the starting point and the destination.

The loess filling every part of this space cannot stop the new black smoke from spreading forward, but it can prevent the black smoke left behind from remaining.

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"Wang Wudi, how long do we have to go?" Ye Zhen's voice was a bit harsh, he felt his mouth was very dry now, and every cell in his body seemed to be thirsting for water from him.

He raised his hand to reach forward, then retracted his fist, spread his palm, and then turned his hand back. The loess kept falling from Ye Zhen's hand—the loess was just floating outside the darkness before. coverage.

Wang Chaling licked his dry lips. The water created by spirits is useless to their water shortage. None of Li Gui's curses worked.

Maybe letting the dead soul possess the body can play a role. After all, any supernatural power is based on the level of terror. As long as the level of terror is high enough, the source ghost is forcibly suppressed, and the curse will be nothing.

But now is not the right time. To maintain the superimposition of a generation of dead souls, with the substantial growth of one's own spirituality, the cost of using the dead souls in various ways has been weakened to a certain extent, but the cost required to possess the dead souls is still not small.

"It should be soon, come over here, I want to close the coverage of the spirit, increase the strength of the resistance, and try not to let the loess continue to enter."

It is not a good thing to continue to shrink the small coverage area. The small space will limit the performance of the two and lose the home court advantage.

But they have to do this, otherwise, when more and more dust enters, it will be difficult for them to maintain their own state, and once they are attacked by ghosts, they will only be even more embarrassed.

Ye Zhen sighed, and was about to move forward, but suddenly stopped his steps: "Wang Wudi, look ahead."

Ok?
Wang Chaling was taken aback, and turned his head to look in front of him, which was the direction in which the black smoke was going. At this moment, there was only a thin layer of dust covering the sky and the sun. It seemed that as long as Wang Chaling took a step forward, he would Being able to leave this dusty area directly, the black smoke has already crossed that layer of barriers and entered a "new world"

but.

When is it
Wang Chaling was a little wary, unwilling to walk over directly, his attention was always on the front, but he was a little distracted by talking to Ye Zhen just now, but this did not prevent him from noticing this abnormality.

But Ye Zhen didn't have such scruples, and walked to Wang Chaling's side: "Wang Wudi, I said you don't need to be on guard so much. Since you are ready to dig the grave, you must touch the ghost. According to you, this The area belongs to the type of pulling and mobilizing the whole body, that is to say, as long as you don't give up your goal, it will definitely make this cemetery out of control."

"Anyway, it's going to get out of control, so why do you have to be on guard so much, it's just a ghost, just hit it, you are like this, you don't have the demeanor that an invincible person should have."

Ye Zhen's tone reveals his dissatisfaction. In his opinion, there will be big disturbances on the left and right. It is better to just give it a go than to be afraid now.

Regarding Ye Zhen's attitude, Wang Chaling just remained silent. What Ye Zhen said was indeed reasonable, but some things can't be done rashly, and it is necessary to be cautious.

just.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Wang Chaling's mouth. Now this situation can only be reckless, no matter how cautious he is, he still has to get over it.

Abandoning complicated thoughts, under the leadership of the curse, the connection between the own spirit and the spirit of the dead soul is established, and then, it only takes a moment for the dead soul to attach to the body.

Afterwards, Wang Chaling took a step forward, and with his movements, the surrounding dust gradually receded, and he took a full step, half of his body crossing the dust-covered ground.

Ye Zhen was standing beside Wang Chaling, and his movements were almost in sync with Wang Chaling's. He didn't really want to be reckless. Keeping the synchronization of movements, coupled with the connection between the souls of the dead, could guarantee the maximum extent of the two. People are not passively separated.

Even if there is a powerful spirit to force one party to stay, the other party can respond in time and give a helping hand. No matter how bad it is, Wang Chaling can also use the connection between the dead souls to determine each other's location.

However, this backhand didn't seem to play its due role. After taking a step, the scenery in front of the two of them suddenly changed. The dust all over the sky dissipated, replaced by warm and bright sunshine.

Yes, sunlight, and the presence of warm sunshine in a spooky, ghostly place sounds like a nasty joke.

The area covered by the sun is not large. If you look deeper, some are dark skies, some are cloudy and rainy, some are blood-colored skies, and ashes are falling from the sky.

"Wang Wudi, is this your destination?" Ye Zhen pointed to the tomb not far away. Since he entered the endless cemetery, he has seen countless tombs, but what he is pointing at now can be regarded as the most special one. one.

It was still a cemetery piled up with soil, but the soil here seemed to be flooded with blood, and it looked extremely damp. The air exuded a strong smell of blood, but the surrounding area of ​​the cemetery was very flat, as if it had been washed by liquid.

There are some complicated patterns engraved on the gray tombstone, which seems to be a big sun, some seem to be rising flames, and some seem to be flying like golden crows.

"No."

Ye Zhen couldn't see the black smoke, but Wang Chaling could see that the black smoke didn't stay on the cemetery, but continued to move forward, sinking into the unknown.

"Be careful, we have to cross that tomb, and try not to attract the attention of certain beings." Wang Chaling's tone was a little heavy.

If he could, he certainly didn't want to go directly past a grave, but his best choice was to take this route. Detours were fine, but the surrounding cemeteries felt far more dangerous to him than this cemetery.

"Across the cemetery? It's not a small challenge, but it's just what I want." Ye Zhen smiled, his lips were a little cracked, his eye sockets were sunken, and he held the long sword tightly in his hand.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Terrible flames rose from the ground, and the warm sunlight underwent a serious transformation at this moment, mercilessly roasting the creatures on the ground.

At this moment, Wang Chaling and Ye Zhen finally knew the origin of the curse in their previous life. When they were in the dust, they were targeted by ghosts.

A corpse with a hideous face, as if it had been burned, crawled out of the ground, and in a blink of an eye, a small area was covered by these charred corpses.

Ye Zhen took the lead, and slashed the long sword in his hand on the charred corpse closest to him. The terrifying spiritual catharsis did not bring the desired effect. He just shot the charred corpse more than ten meters away. The scorched corpse hit.

These charred corpses were not ghost slaves as they thought, nor were they some kind of supernatural derivatives, but a real ghost.

(End of this chapter)