I hid behind a wooden coffin and secretly scanned the road outside. The old ghost asked me to hide properly. I didn't understand why, but he had been here and should know something!

He lay on the coffin and looked around. We waited for a long time before hearing the sound of the chain pulling. I couldn't help but stick my head out. On the road between the coffins, a burly man slowly walked over, wearing a bronze mask, his body covered with shocking scars. He held an iron chain in one hand, covered with fresh blood, and in the other hand, a man who was the same way he died at the entrance of the cave.

The man opened his eyes angrily, looking extremely ferocious, holding his hands tightly. It seemed that he should have suffered a huge torture when he died.

When the old ghost head saw him, his body trembled unconsciously, shaking like a Kang Sioux.

His fear from the soul also infected me. I crawled tightly, and didn't dare to let out a breath, his eyes staring at him tightly.

He pulled the man over and walked to the entrance of the stone cave. He saw a green vine slowly extending from the cliff. The vine wrapped around the feet of the corpse, lifted it upwards, and hung it upside down on the entrance of the cave.

After doing all this, he walked to the stone wall on the side and sat down slowly. He looked like a hill. His huge palms, together, were suspected that even his head could be crushed.

He leaned against the stone wall, let out a yawn, and lowered his head and did not move. The old ghost head breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand at me and said anxiously, "Go away quickly, while he is asleep."

I stood up for no reason and followed him and secretly touched forward. There were too many coffins, many of which were stacked together, and I couldn't see the vision ahead at all.

Fortunately, the old ghost leader led the way, so we walked with great danger and left the place where the guy lay down from afar.

And I stopped in the middle of the cemetery. After all, I still had to find Yin Qi to replenish Xiao Shi's energy.

"Who did that guy just now? Why did you scare you like this?"

I asked.

"The coffin guardian, all the coffins in this corpse cemetery are guarded by him!"

The old ghost said, and looked behind him. Seeing that nothing was coming, I felt relieved. My flashlight was dim and I didn't dare to emit any extra light. Otherwise, I would alarm that guy. Looking at his fierce look, there would definitely be a fight!

"Living people or…..."

"What do you think of? Guawazi, it must be dead. When we came, we were disturbing that guy. Many people died. He was painless and itchy, and he didn't have to eat or absorb spiritual energy!"

"Is it so evil? Then how can he survive?"

I asked without belief that the world's dark things depend on food, just like fish, corpses, or spiritual energy, and there is also a special kind of resentment, which arises in the heart and does not disperse for a thousand years. This is a zombie.

"Did you see the coffin in this corpse-scattered cemetery?"

When the old ghost saw me questioning him, he immediately said dissatisfied, and pressed his hand on a coffin. "There is a real master here, all of whom died of life. The resentment that constantly arises is enough to support that guy for tens of thousands of years!"

"By resentment?"

This is the first time I heard that it is physical, but it is a thing of resentment. It feels a bit like a person who doesn’t believe in ghosts. It’s ridiculous to hear people tell ghost stories, but the key is still a fact!

"Don't ask so many useless things, what are you looking for when you come to the cemetery of corpses?"

The old ghost glared at me and immediately got to the point. This old guy is a practical guy and pays attention to efficiency in his work. Perhaps it may be that fifty years of confinement make him a little active.

"Find corpse gas is a gas condensed in the coffin. The bigger the better."

I quickly explained to him.

"This is easy to deal with, come with me."

He seemed to have met what I described, and responded, and took me to run in the cemetery with ease. Because of my cooperation with Xiao Shi, I simply turned off the flashlight and followed the old ghost head. He gave me the direction and we ran back and forth.

He was very careful at his feet. After a while, he found a sarcophagus in this maze-like corpse cemetery. The others were wooden coffins, but this guy had a sarcophagus, and they were independent in one position. He didn't think that the other coffins were stacked together.

As soon as I approached the stone mouth, I saw a faint red light radiating from the sarcophagus, very weak and weak. If there was even a trace of light, it would not be seen.

"This is that guy's coffin. When I came last time, I almost took out his nest!"

When the old ghost said this, he was quite proud. After all, the guy was in charge of the cemetery of the mess. He could find the coffin and almost took it out. It was quite capable.

"But he's still dead"

I suddenly said suddenly, and the old ghost was so angry that his body trembled. He turned around and patted melon on the top of my head, "You guy, don't always reveal other people's shortcomings, do you understand?"

"I understand, understand, then master, how can this coffin be opened?"

I smiled and asked.

"How did you kick it away? You kicked it away with one kick."

"Do you have any hidden weapons?"

"I was broken last time. If I hadn't opened this ghost coffin, I would have taken out this big tomb, and it would have been your turn to jump!"

"I understand...

I suddenly realized my mind and saw the old ghost head inexplicably, "What do you know?"

He asked.

"You're here and then you died."

"You guys..."

After hearing what I said, the old ghost head immediately slapped me in the head again, but this time I grabbed his hand, "I know, don't expose your shortcomings!"

"It's good to know. I'll drive it quickly. After taking the things, we'll go ahead and take a look. Old man, I'm dead, but I can't lose this craft. I've decided to teach you the craft!"

"Ah..., don't you, you stole yourself to death with all your skills. After teaching me, wouldn't I die faster?"

"I was betrayed at that time. At that time, when people in the industry saw me, they had to call you Master Jin. You don't want to give it to you for free."

The old ghost head almost blew his beard and glared at me. He was quite dissatisfied with my deep suspicion.

"Really? Don't frame me."

I still don’t believe it. This old guy knows whether he has the skills. Maybe he will secretly follow him. He died on the Soul-Suppressing Bridge without any luck, and then he made up this trick to me. Anyway, bragging and not having money, so he just talks about it!

He was so angry that his body trembled. His eyes were just about to swallow me alive. He started to curse with a loud voice, "I have never suffered this anger before I met you in my life. I will know what the truth is. Now, please close your mouth and open the coffin quickly, otherwise I will die with you!"

I shrugged helplessly, walked up to hold my hands on the sarcophagus, and slowly pushed the sarcophagus away little by little. I didn't kick it away like the old ghost said. After all, it would make a loud noise and easily attract that guy.

After removing the lid of the sarcophagus, I saw a fleshy thing in the sarcophagus foot. It was dark red all over, and looked like a piece of wriggling flesh and blood when shining with the flashlight.

The cold air in the coffin was even more forcing. As soon as the lid of the coffin was removed, the surrounding temperature became more than one or two degrees colder.

"I really can't understand that this thing is the most yin thing. What do you want it for?"

The old ghost asked in anger as he looked at the corpse.

"This is a good thing. If you don't know, don't talk nonsense!"

I stretched out my hands to hold the corpse energy. Although it had not solidified into a spirit, it was not far from the same. It should be that after the old ghost opened the coffin, the 50-year situation had already been lost. Otherwise, as a tombkeeper, how could it not be condensed into a spirit?

The old ghost head stared at me with his eyes, as if he wanted to know what it was for me to have a corpse gas.

When my hands were inserted into the corpse gas, the long-lost coldness made my cells tremble.

Sucking corpse gas makes me feel like I'm sucking opium, which makes people addicted. Every time I meet, I can't help but want to take a breath.

Fortunately, I held back and slowly picked up the corpse gas with both hands and compressed it with my spiritual energy. Then I stuffed it into my pocket. As soon as the corpse gas entered, I suddenly felt the little Eleven moving that had been quiet, and the originally bulging pocket immediately shrank.

This scene made the old ghost tremble and said in a terrified tone, "That little guy, is it so irritable?"

"Or what would you eat for it?"

"Awesome, amazing. This little guy is probably extraordinary. Even the corpse gas can be digested. I'm afraid there are very few things in this tomb that can do anything to it."

The old ghost sighed, I stared straight into his eyes. As long as there was a hint of greed in his eyes, I would immediately tear the blood contract without hesitation and let him go to ashes!

Fortunately, the old ghost head just sighed and did not have any other actions. He could be considered an upright person. If he hadn't been to the stranger, he wouldn't have tempted me. After all, he had been trapped for fifty years and had not fallen into the evil ghost realm. This patience is really admirable!

I patted my pockets. Xiao Shi sucked it for a while and didn't take it anymore. There was still a little corpse gas left. I originally planned to suck it myself, but I still held it back. If the old ghost saw that not only Xiao Shi sucked it, but I also sucked it, he would definitely treat me as a monster.

The corpse gas was so cold in my pocket, but I seemed to have adapted. Although it was cold, I could still bear it.

I took a flashlight and glanced into the sarcophagus. There were very few things inside, only a few burial objects. They were all bronze objects. Because the sarcophagus leaked, they almost turned into waste now.

So I was not interested in them. The old ghost head was always alert. I don’t know what the other end of the coffin always made me feel that someone was staring at us. The feeling of being peeped is like taking off all my clothes and standing in an open-air dam and being watched.

"Let's go, I always feel something is going to happen!"

When I packed up and got up, I said to the old ghost on the side. He nodded, but before I could respond, a scream came from the other end of the coffin. He and I almost subconsciously looked at each other.

"Let's go, that guy was alarmed!"

The old ghost said anxiously, took the lead and floated into the coffin array. I followed him tightly. Shortly after the scream, the sound of the iron chain dragging on the ground slowly sounded. Every sound made me feel like my heart was smashed!
Chapter completed!