I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 47

In the forest of steles, Zhang Jun walked quickly, and the eyes on the tombstones were locked on Zhang Jun the whole time.

These lonely ghosts trapped here seem to have not seen outsiders for a long time.

The further you go, the bigger the tombstones become.

The shadows on the tombstones became more and more vivid. When Zhang Jun passed by them, someone would yell at Zhang Jun and tell him to get out.

Obviously, this place is a geomantic treasure. The ghosts who can be buried here are nourished by spiritual energy accumulated over the years, preventing them from becoming as stupid as the souls on the tombstones in front of them.

But what was different from them was that the further he walked, the more uncomfortable he became. Every step he took, there was an indescribable itching all over his body.

The smell in the air was even more unbearable for him. If ghosts could vomit, then Zhang Jun would probably vomit at this moment.

But as the old Taoist said, the more disgusted you are, the closer you are to the living tomb.

"Kid!! Where did you come from? This is not the place you should be, get out of here!"

Suddenly, his wrist sank, and a skinny hand grabbed Zhang Jun's wrist. Zhang Jun lowered his head.

She was an old woman with white hair, and white worms crawled from time to time in her deep eye sockets. Her whole body exuded an indescribable stench, and her lower half looked like a long worm wrapped around the tombstone next to her.

Instead of being afraid, Zhang Jun turned around and held the old lady's hand with both hands: "Old lady, you misunderstood me."

"I'm here to give you a gift."

"Gifts??"

When the old woman heard the gift, her eyes immediately lit up, she immediately showed a friendly smile, grinned and asked, "What gift?"

Zhang Jun patted the old man's hand, turned around and glanced at the ground, picked up a stone, turned around and patted the old lady on the head: "A big gift!"

"boom!!"

If this brick hits, the old lady's skull will fly off.

Before she could come to her senses, Zhang Jun picked up a brick and gave her a few more, until he smashed the head into pieces. Then he turned around and glanced sideways at the surrounding tombstones.

His bloodshot eyes were like poisonous snakes staring at the group of old ghosts blocking the way. The angular face was full of anger, and he looked like a villain, which made the old ghosts on other tombstones He ducked backwards in fear.

It’s no wonder that Zhang Jun’s anger is so great. If you don’t want me to live, I will drive you to pieces. If anyone dares to stop him again, I will fight him to the death.

They were just some older lonely ghosts. Seeing that Zhang Jun was not easy to mess with, they all avoided and did not dare to interfere anymore.

"Zhang Jun, Zhang Jun!!"

At this time, the shouts in the distance were getting closer and closer. Zhang Jun looked back and saw two shadows, one black and one white, approaching him quickly.

Wherever Black and White walked, the lonely ghosts on the tombstones huddled back, not even daring to come out.

Could it be that black and white are impermanent?
Zhang Jun shook his head. Even if the King of Heaven came today, he had to go back. He endured the discomfort and walked forward quickly.

Not long after, Zhang Jun saw an open space.

There are many tombs standing around, but in this open space, there is only one solitary tomb standing there.

On the tombstone of the grave, squatting was a thin child.

The child was shaped like a skinny cat, curled up on the tombstone, with a pair of dark eyes looking around uneasily.

Just wait for Zhang Jun's eyes to meet the child's eyes for a moment.

A different kind of emotion suddenly surged through his body. He was obviously looking at the child, but visually there was a child looking at him at the same time. Needless to say, both of them had a clear understanding.

"He is me!"

Zhang Jun immediately quickened his pace and walked forward quickly. He knew that this was a part of him and what he was missing.

What the old man said may be him.

When Zhang Jun walked to the tombstone and took a look, sure enough, his name was written clearly on the tombstone. There was also a stone slab under the tombstone, with a series of lists densely written on it.

Zhang Jun glanced over it. In addition to his parents, there were also his grandfather, several uncles, and even his cousins ​​who he had never met and were studying abroad. Their names were all on it.

Seeing the names of these people, Zhang Jun felt an evil fire rising in his heart.

The names of these people written on it are by no means a tribute to themselves, but should also be part of the technique.

They are the moths who use themselves as sacrifices to eat away at their own lives.

The reason why he knows this so well is because all the people with names above him, without exception, are what people call winners in life, especially those cousins ​​who have never met before. Zhang Jun has a very good impression of them. profound.

Whenever there are family gatherings, my uncles and uncles will talk about the excellent achievements their children have achieved abroad.

The funny thing is that after showing off, he still said to Zhang Jun sincerely: "Xiaojun, you must learn more from your brothers and sisters in the future."

How ironic, lying on yourself to eat away at your own luck, and in the end you have to learn from them.

Thinking of this, the evil fire in Zhang Jun's heart became more and more intense, as if there was a large amount of resentment stuck in his chest with nowhere to vent.

A trace of black mist began to spread from his body. It was resentment, the anger and evil thoughts in Zhang Jun's heart.

At this time, Zhang Jun suddenly felt something. He lowered his head and saw a skinny palm, looking along it.

What caught his eye was a pair of clear, traceless eyes. Even though they were shaped like dry bones, those eyes were always as clear as mountain springs.

These eyes were like a mirror, shining directly on his heart.

In an instant, all the anger, murderous intent, and evil thoughts were suppressed, and peace returned to the heart.

Zhang Jun lowered his head and looked at himself in front of him. He had been buried alive here for so many years. Shouldn't your resentment be greater? Why are you still so calm?Zhang Jun doesn't understand, doesn't understand.

He wished he could send everyone on the list in front of him to see the King of Hell.

But the other self in front of him was calmer than he could imagine, calming all his grievances.

The figure in front of him did not answer Zhang Jun's question, but clenched his hands tighter. An unprecedented silence struck him again. After being trapped here for more than 20 years, he was so calm.

Just when Zhang Jun was confused, the shouts behind him were getting closer and closer.

At this time, the little boy suddenly grabbed Zhang Jun and bumped towards the tombstone.

Just when his body was about to touch the tombstone, the tombstone in front of him suddenly cracked open.

The dim cave entrance is like a robber's cave in a TV series, leading directly to the tomb behind.

Continuing to walk inside, I saw a golden coffin appearing in front of me. The coffin was not big, and it was only gold-plated. It looked just a little bigger than a suitcase.

The little boy opened the coffin and saw a skinny mummy lying inside.

Zhang Jun couldn't help but feel a little weird. He checked on the Internet and found that the so-called living graves often contain human clothes, hair, nails and other things. How could there be a corpse?
"Zhang Jun!!"

The shouts outside were getting closer and closer, and the figure, one black and one white, was gradually approaching the tomb.

Zhang Jun looked back and could see through the tombstones the figures standing in front of the tombs, but his faces could not be clearly seen.

The little boy looked a little anxious, pointed at the coffin, and motioned for Zhang Jun to hide in quickly.

Although the little boy couldn't speak, Zhang Jun could understand what he meant and wanted him to hide in the coffin.

"it is good!"

After all, this little boy was also a part of him. Zhang Jun didn't think much about it. He was about to get into the coffin, but as soon as he raised one foot, he felt a strong feeling of rejection in his heart.

This strong feeling of rejection was like a punch hitting his chest.

It gave him a heart-burning pain, as if the coffin was clearly a pit of fire.

Zhang Jun hesitated for a moment and looked at the coffin again with a sideways glance.

After seeing the twisted scratches on both sides of the coffin, a bad premonition became stronger.

Seeing that he was not moving, the little boy on the side urged him again to get him into the coffin as soon as possible.

"No, this coffin is too small. I can't even lie in it. Let's take out the contents first."

Zhang Jun turned back to the boy and said.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then looked at the mummy in the coffin. After hesitating for a while, he nodded. He jumped into the coffin and took out the corpse inside. After Zhang Jun helped take the corpse, he casually put the corpse into the coffin. Throwing it on the ground, before the boy could react, he punched the boy in the head.

An unexpected punch caused the boy to fall directly into the coffin.

"It's such a good coffin, you'd better keep it by yourself."

Zhang Jun said, closing the coffin.

"Boom!!!!"

As the coffin closed heavily, a frantic knocking sound echoed throughout the tomb, followed by a sharp and ear-piercing roar.

Zhang Jun pressed the coffin lid tightly, but soon he saw thick black liquid flowing out from the gap in the coffin lid.

These black liquids are the result of resentment, but unlike Zhang Jun, its resentment has been condensed into a substantial state. The innocent and kind face he showed just now was just to trick Zhang Jun into lying down for him. In the coffin.

Seeing that he could no longer hold down the coffin board, outside the tombstone, the black and white ghosts called Zhang Jun's name again.

"Stop shouting, come right now!"

Hearing the shouts, Zhang Jun responded with a curse, picked up the coffin and threw it directly outside the grave: "Here it comes!"

"Boom!!"

After the coffin was slammed on the ground, a black shadow came out of it. After letting out a strange scream, it wanted to rush into the grave again.

"Have you become deaf after calling you for so long?"

Unexpectedly, before he could rush into the tomb, a ghost dressed in black suddenly raised his hand and threw out the chains, tied the boy tightly, pulled him back, and dragged him back.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Being held by the ghost in black, the boy roared crazily. As a result, the ghost in white impatiently raised his hand and hit him with his mourning stick.

When the stick was pulled up, the boy immediately let out a grunt, his anger was instantly extinguished, he raised his head and made a squeaking sound.

Surprisingly, Gui Cha actually understood it.

"You said you were wronged?"

The ghost in black pointed to the name on the tombstone in front of him: "You are Zhang Jun!"

Naturally, the boy tried his best to deny it, but he got another slap in the face.

"How dare you lie? This is your name above, and below is your birth date and death date. They all match up. You are not Zhang Jun, who is Zhang Jun?"

After saying that, Guizhao ignored Sanqi 21 and walked back while holding the chain...

(End of this chapter)