The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 64 Convergence
"Wen Zhong!" Yan Duo couldn't help shouting.

The sound of the bell shaking reawakened Yan Duo's vague consciousness. Looking at this strange funeral procession, Yan Duo couldn't help but tremble.

Standing at the front of the line was a man in filial piety, holding a spiritual tablet in his hand, with no facial features on his face, leaning forward slightly towards the scarlet old grave, as if paying homage.

It was followed by two people who were also wearing filial piety. The difference was that they each held a gong in their hands. They did not strike the gong at this time, but were placed flat in front of the body, and the body was also slightly forward towards the scarlet old grave. Leaning forward, it also seems to be offering sacrifices.

Looking further back, there is a huge blue coffin, held on the shoulders by six unidentifiable figures in black clothes. The coffin is covered with black soil, and at the same time, there is a rotten breath overflowing from the coffin. .

There were four figures standing behind the coffin, one of them was also wearing filial piety clothes, his face could not be seen clearly, and he was holding a soul-calling flag in his hand, which was still shaking stiffly at this time, making a piercing bell sound.

And beside it, there were two men and a woman standing, whose clothes seemed out of place with the funeral procession, and one of them was Wen Zhong who had separated from him in this ghost forest.

Wen Zhong's eyes were clear at this time, and he was looking at Yan Duo in surprise, with some doubts and helplessness in his eyes, and he also did not expect to meet Yan Duo here.

The crooked-necked old tree didn't continue to peel off Yan Duo's ghost shirt at this moment, and the weird funeral procession also stayed in place without further movement, as if they had fallen into a short stagnation with each other.

"The two are at a stalemate, what does that mean?" The cold sweat on Yan Duo's forehead began to break out again.

The occurrence of this situation can only explain one problem. This team of funeral ghosts and this ghost forest are of the same level of ghosts. Even if there is still a gap between the two, the gap may not be very big.

"Wen Zhong was not wronged to be planted by a ghost of this level." Yan Duo smiled wryly, why not himself? If it weren't for this weird funeral team to intervene, I'm afraid he would have become this tree now. The old tree with crooked necks has lost its nourishment.

Now his body is still tightly bound by the black vines, the ghost shirt hangs down weakly, only the left arm is still wrapped around his body.

At this moment, Yan Duohu suddenly found something, emitting a faint light, it was the lucky silver coin he put in his shirt pocket.

The moment he saw this silver coin, Yan Duo suddenly had a crazy idea, what would happen if a new ghost intervened in the current stalemate situation at this time.

Yan Duo didn't know that it was also the first time, and possibly the last time he encountered such a big scene.

He wants to use this silver coin to gamble, betting that he can throw a neutral result, betting that he can release the ghost hidden in the silver coin, there is only one chance, and the bet is the lives of him, Wen Zhong and others!

Thinking of this, Yan Duo took a deep breath. The prolonged hanging upside down made his mind a little swollen. After confirming the angle, Yan Duo gritted his teeth and began to gently shake his stiff left arm. .

The ghost shirt also began to swing slightly, and Yan Duo's goal was to shake out the crumbling silver coin in the shirt pocket.

One click, two clicks, three clicks... Finally, under Yan Duo's efforts, with a soft sound, the silver coin fell from the shirt pocket, drawing a beautiful curve in the air.

Yan Duo tightly closed his eyes, he didn't expect a miracle, he only hoped to succeed this time, because this was already his last fight.

After a long while, there was no movement, Yan Duo opened his eyes and saw that the silver coin was stuck straight on the old grave, and the place where the ghost's head was printed on both sides was constantly oozing blood.

No matter what, he won the bet after all.

It was also the first time for Yan Duo to see the ghost hidden in this silver coin. No matter how terrifying it was, it was a genuine ghost.

Next, it depends on what kind of chemical reaction will be produced by the sudden intervention of the third ghost.

The silver coin was constantly oozing blood and reddish-brown pieces of meat, gradually forming a small puddle on the old grave, and then, a ghostly hand made of countless pieces of meat protruded from the bloody water.

Seeing this scene, Wen Zhong broke out in a cold sweat. He instantly understood what Yan Duo wanted to do. The other party wanted to use external force to break the balance between the two ghosts.

This is definitely a crazy idea, and he didn't consider his own retreat at all, but if he thinks differently, if it were Wen Zhong, he would choose to do the same.

It is almost impossible to take the initiative to break the spiritual balance.

However, in the next second, both of them widened their eyes at the same time.

Before this ghost hand made of minced meat could interfere with the scene, the red soil around the old grave suddenly began to sink. engulfed.

Yan Duo began to doubt his own eyes. Could it be that there is still a terrifying ghost buried in this old grave? Now all his plans have gone bankrupt, and it seems that it is only a matter of time before he becomes the nourishment of this crooked old tree. .

And Wen Zhong is not much better. If he can't get out of trouble, he may really become a member of this group of funeral ghosts. Together with Min Qing and Chen Yanyun, even if it is death, he will always follow this group of ghosts. Keep wandering.

Suddenly, the old tomb trembled, scarlet soil spilled all around, and a silhouette of a human figure slowly emerged from the grave, as if about to sit up from the grave.

The mud spilled on the ground, as if being pulled by an invisible force, instantly dyed the empty land a layer of blood.

At the same time, the Faceless Ghost holding the spiritual tablet seemed to have received some kind of signal. It bent down stiffly and placed the spiritual tablet in its hand on the blood-red ground.

Then there was a bang, and the blue coffin that was originally carried on the shoulders by the ghost in black was also smashed to the ground at this time, and the coffin lid that was originally tightly closed was also shaken open a gap at this time, and floated from it. There was a strong corpse odor.

Immediately afterwards, Li Gui, who was standing at the end of the line, began to stiffly shake the spirit-calling banner in his hand.

This time, it wasn't the sound of bells, but a burst of fine crying sounds. There were men and women, old people and children, and even the crying of babies.

Hearing this voice, Wen Zhong felt his scalp numb, his claws scratching his heart, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes involuntarily.

However, the sound didn't last long, and what happened in the next second, the soul-calling banner suddenly broke into two pieces and fell to the ground. At the same time, Wen Zhong felt his body loosen, and his body could actually move.

(End of this chapter)