Mysterious country

(The twelfth volume is the eleventh volume. I am looking for an editor to revise it. It does not affect reading. There are a few recommendation votes recently. If you have votes, don’t be stingy.)

It was obvious that something was trying to crawl out of the grave.

If it were normal times, Xia Qi would naturally not feel fear. After all, with his current strength, as long as he does not encounter evil spirits, even if he is outmatched, it is more than enough to escape with his life.

It's just that the situation is different now. He can't transform into a ghost or use the power of ghosts, so everything is like going back to before he joined the company, and at that time he had no resistance to ghosts.

The only thing he could do was to escape.

However, after experiencing so many incidents, Xia Qi is no longer the stupid young man he was before, so he will not run away blindly. After all, the current situation is still unclear, and he also doubts whether he has really lost his ghost body.

The sound of falling soil became louder and louder. Above, a strange full moon hung high, and short dark clouds passed by it from time to time, leaving thick shadows on the ground.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Xia Qi cursed, but he was walking away from the grave. But before he took a few steps, his ankle suddenly hurt. He subconsciously pulled back his foot, and a black arm Then he pulled him out of the wet soil.

"ah!"

His ankle was caught, Xia Qi subconsciously let out an exclamation, and then tried to free his ankle, but the power of that hand was far greater than he imagined, and he tried several times but could not get rid of it.

"Damn it!"

Xia Qi saw that it was useless to simply break away, so he raised his other foot and stepped hard on the arm. When he stepped down, a howl suddenly came out from the wet soil below, and then the hand grabbed his ankle. The claws of his hands were opened.

Xia Qi seized the opportunity to pull out his foot, but he did not forget to retaliate against that damn thing in the process. He saw him pick up a mud-covered stone from the ground, and then hit the arm that was shaking hard. A few times.

After being hit by Xia Qi a few times, the arm became motionless. Xia Qi did not waste any time with it, threw away the dirty stones in his hand, and continued walking to the side.

After experiencing the previous lesson this time, he paid more attention to his steps to avoid being caught by things hidden in the ground again.

Xia Qi walked among the mass graves for a while, and his ears were filled with the sound of soil vibrating. The grave heads were shaking one after another, and the soil above them was falling down.

Feeling the vibrations from the entire ground, Xia Qi struggled to control his body, feeling as if there was an earthquake here. An extremely dangerous feeling arose in his heart. He subconsciously looked up and saw that the moon above had disappeared without knowing when, and was replaced by a hazy white mist.

The fog began to fall, and Xia Qi's sight was gradually obscured by the fog.

The fragmentation of the soil was still continuing, and Xia Qi clearly saw two rotting corpses crawling out of two graves less than 5 meters away from him.

After the two corpses came out, they looked directly at Xia Qi's location. Xia Qi cursed in his heart, then turned around and ran away in the opposite direction. But because the fog was too heavy, he couldn't tell the direction at all, so he could only bite the bullet and escape with one foot deep and one shallow.

When he looked back again, the two corpses originally chasing him had disappeared.

However, not seeing it does not mean that it is really missing, because the sound of footsteps and the sound of the soil cracking all around have no intention of stopping at all.

"Are you fucking trying to trap me to death?"

Xia Qi felt like he had nowhere to escape. After trying to become a ghost again and failing, Xia Qi had no choice but to continue running in one direction. But this time the goddess of luck was not on his side. Four or five figures were faintly revealed in the white mist in front of him. Seeing this, he was about to turn around and go back when he saw five or six figures standing upright behind him.

"Grass!"

Xia Qi did not dare to hesitate, because this was obviously a rhythm that was going to surround him. Seeing that there was no ghost in the left direction, Xia Qi bit the tip of his tongue and ran away desperately to stimulate his potential.

Behind him, there were constant sounds of footsteps chasing him, as well as harsh howls.

Xia Qi didn't know how long he had been running, or even whether he was running in circles. In short, the sound of footsteps chasing behind him gradually disappeared, and the feeling of the earth shaking under his feet gradually calmed down.

Xia Xia Qi wiped the sweat from his face with his hand, but after wiping it on his hand, Xia Qi realized that it was actually red.

He tried touching his hair again and found that his head was also covered with red liquid. He smelled it closely and found that it was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Looking at the white mist around him, it had turned into a somewhat dazzling red mist.

"Well……"

A soft cry suddenly rang in Xia Qi's ears. Then, the red mist around him began to dissipate very quickly, revealing two abandoned residential buildings, crumbling.

Xia Qi frowned and stared at the abandoned building in front of him. In fact, he had seen these two buildings before, but they were not as close to him at that time as they are now.

Turning his head to look behind him, he could still see the cracked graves in the distance. The original mass graves had become a real wasteland, with hideous ravines left on them.

"Where are those damn things?"

Xia Qi didn't notice the rotting corpses that chased him before, but obviously those rotting corpses should still be around here. Xia Qi had doubts in his heart. He hesitated before walking towards the two abandoned buildings in front of him.

"Well……"

A gust of wind suddenly blew from behind him, and Xia Qi couldn't help but tremble. Looking at the two abandoned buildings, what was still an abandoned building seemed to have turned into two pavilions full of lights.

Xia Tian Qi's pupils shrank, and then a burst of festive gong sounds suddenly came from both sides.

The scene in his sight began to become bigger and bigger, and there were more and more people. Xia Qi was hit by this change and had a headache. He scratched his head in pain, but there were two people supporting him beside him.

They were two people dressed like ancient attendants. They were young and not tall. They were looking at him anxiously.

Xia Qi felt that his mind was becoming more and more unclear, and his body was becoming less and less in control. He bit the tip of his tongue again, and then used the stinging pain to clear his mind.

"roll!"

Pushing the two attendants away fiercely, Xia Qi fled desperately towards the distant streets, but what made him extremely desperate was that the way forward was blocked by a group of people again.

He began to use his fists to attack those who tried to catch him, but after all, it was difficult for him to fight with two fists, and he was soon subdued.

The more Xia Qi struggled, the more tired he felt, and the more he struggled, the more sleepy he felt.

Finally, he closed his eyes heavily and completely lost consciousness.