Mysterious recovery

"Hey, bastard, don't be dazed, work." Uncle Zhang picked up the ax at this moment and handed it to Zhang Wenwen.

"Dad, me? I can't, I can't do this."

Zhang Wenwen turned pale with fright at this moment, and shook his head quickly. His legs are weak now. If he hadn't seen his father so calm and able to resist this weird thing, he would have turned around and ran away in fright.

"Bah, you're a piece of trash." Uncle Zhang couldn't help cursing: "Look at you, you're just as virtuous as your mother, even worse than my former little brother."

Zhang Wenwen lowered his head slightly, and was too trained to refute.

There is no way, the son is not up to date, he can only hold on and continue to walk forward with the ax in hand.

Swinging the ax a few times, he forcibly cut a path through the black hair all over the floor.

Uncle Zhang was panting badly, but he couldn't stop, otherwise, if the surrounding ghost hairs recovered, they would swallow their father and son until there was nothing left.

However, the closer to the weird woman in front, the more and thicker the black hair around her, and the faster the area where the ax cut was covered with black hair again.

In the end, Uncle Zhang had to stop about ten meters away from the weird woman.

He is really old. Even though the ax in his hand has no weight, the continuous slashing made his arms so tired that he couldn't lift it up. Finally, under one swing, his body staggered. fell to the ground.

"Dad." Zhang Wenwen turned pale with shock, and hurriedly helped him up.

Uncle Zhang's face was ugly, he was panting heavily, his eyes were closed tightly, his chest was like a broken bellows leaking air, whistling, and he was muttering to himself, he didn't know what he was talking about, Zhang Wenwen only vaguely heard two One word: "Legs... Brother Legs."

At this moment, the long black hair covering the ground spread over again, surrounding the two of them tightly.

Zhang Wenwen was terrified, he tried to pick up the red ax to fight.

But Uncle Zhang's palm was tightly grasping the handle of the axe, and he couldn't take it off at all.

Seeing the black hair around him getting closer and closer, Zhang Wenwen broke out in a cold sweat anxiously, and even felt a little at a loss.

"Are you all right? I'll save you." At this moment, the voice of the reporter He Feng sounded, and he was running towards this side with a shovel used on the construction site in his hand.

Running around all the year round, coupled with being young and strong, gave He Feng a lot of strength.

After a while he rushed over.

"Don't, don't come here." Zhang Wenwen was stunned for a moment, then reacted and shouted hastily.

But it was too late.

When He Feng rushed over and entered the light range of the oil lamp, he found that his legs were already covered with black hair. These hairs were wriggling, and became tighter and tighter, and finally strangled him deeply. of flesh and blood.

"what!"

He Feng screamed in pain. He tried to shovel off these weird long black hairs with a shovel, but to no avail. No matter how hard he tried, the long black hairs remained intact.

"Use my dad's axe." Seeing this situation, Zhang Wenwen hastily reminded him.

He Feng saw the scarlet ax in Uncle Zhang's hand, and immediately pulled it off.

But when he held the scarlet ax in his hand, he was stunned for a moment.

The seemingly heavy ax can't feel a trace of weight, it's unbelievably light, which is simply against common sense.

But now there is no time to think about it, He Feng picked up the ax and chopped it, the long black hair that couldn't be cut off before broke off one after another, and the broken black hair began to recede quickly like a tide.

"This is no ordinary axe."

He Feng was still in shock, but his actions just now saved the lives of several people for a short time.

However, the danger has not been lifted.

At this time, the weird woman who was standing not far away changed her position at some point and moved to their side.

Nearby, the long black hair suddenly became thicker.

"Hurry up, chop that thing with an axe, my dad said, as long as you hit it, that ghost will be finished." Zhang Wenwen shouted.

"Okay, let's fight."

He Feng stood up with the ax in his hand, roared and rushed towards the weird woman.

Such a short distance should do the trick.

However, he had just run two steps forward when suddenly his body tensed up and he couldn't move immediately.

He Feng opened his eyes wide, and his incredible expression revealed his fear of unknown forces.

At this moment, he felt a pair of cold arms tightly hugging him.

Is it an illusion?

No.

Not an illusion.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, He Feng saw two pale and ashen arms growing around his waist at some point. These two arms were very long, and they kept tightening while hugging him.

He couldn't move his body and couldn't breathe at the same time.

And a sharp pain came from his waist.

That weird and terrifying arm was so powerful that he would be strangled to death within a few seconds.

He Feng wanted to chop off the two terrible arms with an axe, but he couldn't move because of the pain. He couldn't even hold the axe firmly and fell to the ground. Zhang Wenwen beside him couldn't help, he was covered with a layer of The thick black hair, although struggling desperately, more and more hair covered it, and it was about to engulf him.

"I, am I going to be killed by a ghost..." He Feng had no fear at this moment, only a kind of blankness before death.

Right now.

suddenly.

The weird arm that almost strangled He Feng to death seemed to be scalded, and it was retracted in an instant. Immediately afterwards, the long black hair around it also retreated all of a sudden.

"Cough cough."

He Feng sat slumped on the ground all of a sudden, panting violently.

Zhang Wenwen was still trying to tear off the long black hair that didn't exist on his body in horror, completely unaware that the danger had temporarily faded away.

"With an ax in hand, I just want to deal with ghosts, and I don't even look at how old I am, I still think of myself as before." At this moment, a cold female voice sounded.

But I saw a mature woman about thirty, wearing a white dress, with a cold expression, walking slowly with a red candle on her face.

The red candle exuded a strange green candlelight, like a will-o'-the-wisp, and looked extraordinarily pervasive.

"Wang, Miss Wang." Zhang Wenwen couldn't help but startled when he saw this woman.

Wang Shanshan glanced at it: "Xiaowen, put Awei on your back, stop messing around, and follow me."

"Okay, okay, Sister Wang." Zhang Wenwen said hurriedly, and then tried to carry his father on his back, but his hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't do it for a while.

He Feng, who had narrowly escaped death, looked at this mysterious woman, and then at her weird red candle, and the contents of that book suddenly appeared in his mind: Candles are ghost fires, and burning red candles can drive them away. ghost.

"let me help you."

Afterwards, He Feng reacted, picked up Uncle Zhang who was on the ground, picked up the ax and quickly followed Wang Shanshan in front.

Although his leg was injured and still bleeding, the young and strong him didn't affect anything.

As for whether there will be any sequelae, that is a matter for the future, and I can't care so much now.

A group of people followed behind Wang Shanshan who was holding a red ghost candle, and began to stay away from this dangerous place.

However, before walking far, the strange woman with thick black hair appeared in front of several people at some point.

The woman remained motionless, like a cold dead body, her pale face lacked a trace of blood, although she didn't speak, her behavior seemed to tell everyone not to try to leave here.

"Huang Ziya, I'm not safe when I'm dead. Do you want to stop me?" Wang Shanshan glanced at her without fear, and walked towards her with a burning red ghost candle.

The green candlelight was flickering, and the weird woman was slowly backing away without continuing to stop them.

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Panting heavily, several people fled the dangerous area without any risk.

They followed Wang Shanshan to the small temple to rest.

The temple is not big, and there are oil lamps on both sides, but on the high platform in the middle of the temple, there is a golden statue of a god. The statue looks like a young man with one eye on his forehead and holds a stick Long gun, eyes closed, as if in deep sleep.

"Put Ah Wei down." Wang Shanshan said in a cold tone.

He Feng carefully put down Uncle Zhang behind him, but this Uncle Zhang's expression was still ugly, his teeth were clenched tightly, and his breathing was very weak.

"Dad, Dad, wake up." Zhang Wenwen knelt aside, tears welling in his eyes, he felt that his father's condition was getting worse and worse.

He Feng said: "Call an ambulance and rush him to the hospital for emergency treatment. It's very dangerous for an old man to get old."

"It's useless, the place is haunted by ghosts, the ambulance can't come, even if it does come, it will be killed by the ghosts outside, unless you carry him to the back door, but that is time-consuming, and Ah Wei may not be able to hold it. "

Wang Shanshan said calmly: "Besides this, there is one more thing to do. If everything goes well, Ah Wei will be fine."

"Sister Wang, what do you want to do? I can do whatever I want." Zhang Wenwen said hastily.

Wang Shanshan looked at the golden statue, and said: "The 60-year deadline has almost come to an end, and now the ghost has appeared, I think it's time to wake him up, as long as he can wake up, everything will be fine."

"He? Who is he?" Reporter He Feng felt a little curious at the moment.

Wang Shanshan then glanced at He Feng: "Do me a favor and break the statue above."

"What?" He Feng was stunned for a moment, and he looked up at the golden statue: "You want to smash this statue? This, this is not very good."

No matter how ignorant he was, he knew that smashing the statues in the temple was a very taboo thing.

"It has to be done. This is the only way. The ghost is still in this community and will reappear at any time. The longer it drags on, the more dangerous it will be." Wang Shanshan said.

Although He Feng was a little confused, he still chose to trust this strange woman.

"Okay, since you said that, I'm not going to be polite, but as I said before, I won't be responsible for repairing the broken statue."

As he spoke, he climbed up to the high platform.

Zhang Wenwen was very surprised at the moment, because he had played here with his father when he was a child, and knew that the idol was a very special existence, not to mention breaking it, even if he wanted to touch it curiously, he would be beaten.

Unexpectedly, in today's situation, Sister Wang chose to smash it without hesitation.

"This statue... seems to be made of gold." He Feng tapped it a few times with an ax at the moment, and after leaving a little trace, he found that the inside was shining with gold, which was clearly gold.

He slashed hard a few more times.

However, the statue did not move at all, only a few holes were dented.

"No, this thing is too strong to break." He Feng said.

"Then just push it down." Wang Shanshan said indifferently: "Today, we must open it no matter what."

"Okay." He Feng put down the axe, then supported the statue with both hands and pushed hard.

The golden idol swayed, and it seemed hollow inside, not as heavy as imagined.

After several pushes, He Feng found the trick and finally pushed the statue down from the high platform.

"It's about to fall, get out of the way, and be careful not to be hit." He Feng shouted.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the golden idol fell heavily to the ground. The ground was sunken and cracked, and the idol was distorted and deformed, and it no longer looked like it did before.

Then bright red blood flowed out from the collapsed idol, and the blood became more and more, gradually covering the entire ground.

Seeing such a strange scene, He Feng and Zhang Wenwen were at a loss.

But Wang Shanshan was very calm, she called softly: "Yang Jian."

However, the imagined situation did not appear, she did not call back the person from 60 years ago, the surroundings were still silent, and nothing unusual happened.

"Yang Jian." Wang Shanshan called out again.

However, the result was still the same. In the empty small temple, his voice echoed and then disappeared.

That person never showed up.

At this moment, Wang Shanshan smiled, and there was a tear in her smile: "He lied to me, Ah Wei, he lied to us, he is dead, he died 60 years ago, we are so stupid, we have been waiting Go down...but if he is really dead, why am I still alive?"

However, Uncle Zhang was lying unconscious on the ground at this moment, unable to respond to Wang Shanshan's words.

"Sister Wang." Zhang Wenwen panicked when he saw Wang Shanshan weeping. He had never seen Sister Wang like this before in his 50s.

"Yang Jian?" He Feng on the side was very surprised when he heard the name.

But before he could think about it, a voice suddenly came from outside the small temple: "Wang Shanshan, don't be so desperate, maybe things will turn around."

At this time, several people saw a hunched over, wrinkled old lady walking in at this moment.