Fast-crossing system: the host will be fine

Chapter 3 Spiritual Captain VS Weak Chicken Celestial Master (2)

This is a deserted cemetery, because cremation has not yet been implemented, so all the coffins are buried behind the tombstone.

There may have been an earthquake, some of the tombs had caved in, exposing rotting coffins, and there was a bad smell in the air.

The surrounding weeds grew wildly because no one took care of them, almost reaching the waist.

Yin Sheng stood at the highest point of the cemetery, and at a glance, there were densely packed tombstones.

If you want to get out, you have to pass those tombstones.

Yin Sheng casually put his legs on the half-human-high stone, bent down and took out a few parts from the boots, and quickly assembled them.

After assembling the pistol, she raised her wrist and glanced at it. It was 23:58, and it would be twelve o'clock in two minutes.

Yin Sheng looked at the half-human-tall weeds, thinking that it would rub against his body.

Her delicate brows frowned imperceptibly, she turned around and boarded the collapsed stone, and walked forward steadily and lightly.

Her waist-length hair was casually draped over her shoulders, blowing her hair with the breeze brought by her walking.

The dark aura around her made her look like a night king, and her every move carried aristocratic rituals, which was extremely dignified.

Every twelve o'clock in the middle of the night is the time when the yin is at its heaviest, and now it is July, the gates of hell are wide open, and all ghosts are having a carnival, and the evil spirits imprisoned in the underworld will also take the opportunity to escape.

Spirit-controlling masters have also gradually surfaced. This is a sorcery used by some wicked people to control evil spirits for their own use by consuming lifespan.

The stronger the magic ability, the more evil spirits he can control. At a certain level, he can summon the evil spirits from the eighteenth floor of hell at any time. Even the ghost hunter is no match for him.

When the hour hand turned to twelve o'clock, mist slowly rose from the cemetery, and a cold aura continued to emanate from the ground.

There seemed to be a light floating in front of the fog. The firefly green light made people feel hairy, but they couldn't help but follow it, step by step on the road to death.

Yinsheng's fingers as white as jade clasped the silver pistol slightly, her slender and straight legs walked unhurriedly through the rows of tombstones, and her dark eyes scanned the photos on the tombstones without any emotion.

Some of the photos had already seeped dark red blood, and they were staring at Yin Sheng firmly.

The smile on the corner of the mouth was full of weirdness. The face of the person in the photo suddenly rotted, and the eyeballs slid and hung on the rotten face, making people creepy.

Seeing this scene, Yin Sheng's eyelids twitched, and he shot directly.

Not to be scared, but to be ugly.

Do ghosts care so little about their image?
Because of the rush of time, she only made a pistol, specifically for ghosts, but she came to this ghost place before trying it.

The bullet pierced through the tombstone, and a shrill scream sounded instantly on the photo. After two or three seconds, the photo returned to its original state.

Yin Sheng put down his pistol and looked up, those ghosts quickly retracted into the coffin, staring at the woman in fear.

……

At this time, outside a forest garden close to Qingling City, Fu Jue was standing there quietly with his sword in his arms.

A moment later, a middle-aged man walked out of the forest garden, and he looked at Fu Jue with gratitude on his face, "It's really thanks to the master this time, I didn't expect to be entangled by this thing after living for decades."

The corners of Fu Jue's lips raised slightly, with a calm expression, "You're welcome, just remember to pay."

He spent a lot of effort trying to catch this ghost.

Must add money.

(End of this chapter)