The husband is actually time-traveling!

Chapter 75 Trapped in the carriage

The light of the formation trembled slightly in Wanyan Jing's eyes, vividly interpreting what is called pupil earthquake.

The bruised and dead face stood outside the glass window, looking quietly into the car, motionless.

Just when Wanyanjing's rapidly beating heart slowed down a little and she began to guess that this thing was a dead thing, the dead face began to move. It seemed to move forward, closer to the glass window, and its nose was pressed against the glass window. On the window, a stain similar to clay rubs against the transparent window.

Its hair was disheveled, and there were dirt and grass leaves in the hair, as if it had just been dug out of the soil.The facial features are swollen, but it can be vaguely seen that it is the corpse of a man in his forties or fifty-year-old.

Wanyanjing glanced at it, turned around and opened the secret compartment of the carriage, took out a long wooden box from under the secret compartment, and opened the wooden box. Inside was a pure black knife with a pure black handle and a sharp blade exuding the light of snow. knife.

Compared with the popular Mo Dao and Pu Dao in the army, the Huo Dao Sanjiu that Huo Xiang personally improved is obviously much smaller and lighter.

The total length is two feet and seven inches, and the blade is about one foot and six inches. It can be held in one hand or with both hands.

The blade is slightly raised, and there are complicated grooves and lines on both sides of the blade between the flips. The lines are somewhat similar to the lines on the top of the carriage.

The slightly cool matte texture sticks to the palm of the hand. Wanyanjing holds Sanjiu in her hand, feeling calm.

She used the tip of the knife to open the window on the other side of the carriage. Sure enough, there was a corpse stuck to the glass window, but this corpse was a female corpse. Wanyanjing could only barely see her thin eyebrows and scattered hair.

Looking over her scalp, she could see a dozen scattered corpses surrounding her, all approaching the carriage.

They took two or three breaths before taking a step forward, as if they were fighting against some force and moving very slowly.

Wan Yanjing called Old Xu Huoxiang Ergou loudly, while watching the corpses outside the car window warily.

As if he could hear her voice, Wan Yanjing found that the swings of these corpses were obviously much larger when moving, as if they were stimulated by something, but the speed did not change and was still very slow.

Wan Yanjing shouted for a while, but there was no sound except the sound of corpses moving around outside. Huo Xiang and the three of them didn't know where they went.

Is it a dream?
Wanyanjing couldn't help but start to doubt.

She pinched her thigh and it hurt.

But that's not certain. She could clearly feel the pain even if she was injured in Huo Xiang's dream.

But now she is not possessed and can control her body freely.

Turning her head to look out the window, she saw that the dead body's face was still there, every detail was there, and the utensils in the carriage were all familiar to her. It really couldn't be more real.

"Quack!"

A ball of white fluff emerged from under the quilt and looked at her with a pair of dazed little eyes.

Even the geese are here!

Wanyanjing held the knife in one hand and held the goose in her arms with the other hand.

After checking the locks on the carriage doors and windows to make sure they were correct, Wanyanjing leaned against the carriage wall and faced the dead body outside the glass window again.

The dead body had its eyes closed, but seemed to be looking at her.

Wan Yanjing tried to look over his dead head to observe the situation at the deserted temple, but the tall dead body blocked the small window tightly.

not to mention……

I don't know when a gray-black fog arose outside, and visibility was less than a foot.

Touching the goose's thin and soft feathers, Wan Yanjing calmed down completely. She looked at the corpses outside the window that seemed to be trying to get into the car but couldn't, and began to guess what they were.

ghost?
Zombies?

Pretending to be a living person?

Legends about ghosts, monsters, spirits, zombies and the like emerge one after another on the road.

But Wan Yanjing has never seen it.

Not in the cold palace, not in the dark sewers, not in the wilderness in the middle of the night, and no one around her had ever heard of anyone encountering it in person.

As an ancient native, Wan Yanjing is a fairly firm materialist.I haven’t seen it, so I don’t believe it.

If you have a grudge, you should avenge it on the spot.

Immortals will protect sincere mortals, Yama will punish the dead evildoers in hell, and everything has its consequences... It is a story that only fools will believe, and it is a fantasy fabricated by the ruling class for the people in order to better maintain order.

After experiencing Huo Xiang's fleeting memories of another world, his awe for the theory of ghosts and gods dropped again and again.

Terms such as technology and nature took root and grew in her mind imperceptibly.

But what she saw in front of her completely overturned her views.

The weather is nice today, damn her!
The corpse couldn't get into the car, so Wanyanjing raised her head and squinted in relief to distinguish the complicated patterns on the roof.

Recalling the scene when Lao Xu slipped into the car when Tu Shanying blocked the road, she was thoughtful and a little reassured about her safety.

She didn't think the sane corpses outside were more terrifying than Tu Shanying.

So the only thing she can do now is wait.

Turning off the lights in the car, Wanyanjing closed her eyes and began to meditate.

Wisps of Qi are wandering in the meridians, but they are extremely stagnant.

One person, one goose and the carriage seemed to have strayed into some kind of special realm. As time went by, it became dark, strange, and evil, and everyone was scrambling to enter.

Wanyanjing had no choice but to stop meditating, but she seemed to have no other choice but to wait. She would never dare to go out.

A corpse that can move while standing is simply terrifying!

I don’t know how long it took, but something cold seemed to begin to invade her joints, her bone marrow, and her internal organs...

This was not her imagination, because the goose in her hand was also trembling and making a frightened "xiaxia" sound.

Wanyanjing put the mattress and quilt on her body, but she still couldn't stop the chill.

My whole body was cold, but there was a thin layer of clammy sweat on my back.

"Snapped!"

Wanyanjing shivered and turned on the light source in the carriage again. The difference from the first time was that even if the lights were turned on this time, the interior of the carriage was not much brighter.

The formation pattern above the head has also been blurred.

There were corpses lined up outside the window, as if there was an army of corpses guarding the outside of the carriage.

Can't wait any longer.

Wan Yanjing had a hunch that if she kept hiding in the car, she would have to finish playing sooner or later.

Unknown, fear, anxiety, unknown chill...

After repeated torture, Wanyanjing finally made up her mind.

After searching for useful things in the carriage, she packed a small baggage and carried it behind her back. Wanyanjing stuffed the goose into her lapel, held the Sanjiu dagger, and pressed the switch to carefully open the skylight of the carriage.

Thankfully, there's nothing on top of the cabin.

She smoothly rolled out the edge of the car roof, and a surging gray-black mist rushed over in an instant, and a terrifying howl of ghosts and wolves sounded in her ears, bursting her eardrums.

In an instant, her heartbeat was about to jump to her throat, and the suffocating threat of death made Wanyanjing's eyes darken.

But the pain came and went quickly.

Something lit up on his chest, shaking away the surrounding fog.

Wanyanjing opened her eyes, and what she saw in front of her made her feel cold.

(End of this chapter)