resentment resuscitation

"What do you mean?" Mai Dingdong took a step back calmly, the rock on his back was hot and rough.

The person in front of him had short eyebrows and small eyes, and his skin was dark and rough.He squatted down, put his ear against the red rock, and after listening quietly for a while, he said, "Do you know where this is?"

Mai Dingdong frowned, his thoughts were still on the "sense of smell" and "Zhagui", "You said Zhagui took away my sense of smell?"

"Otherwise?" The man chuckled, seeing that the other party didn't follow his topic, he simply put his palm on the hard stone and pushed hard.

click-

Fine cracks spread from under his hands, all the way to Mai Dingdong's feet.Following a series of crackling sounds, dozens of small stones suddenly jumped up and formed a circle on the ground.

The man let go of his hand, and clear water trickled out there, gradually filling the circle.

"This used to be a ghost town in the outside world, but it was actually a hiding place for drug lords and addicts. They threw the dying people into this mine, and they were afraid that they would do too many evil things and be entangled by ghosts, so they set up an array at the bottom of the mine. Trying to confine their souls."

He raised his chin and waved to Mai Dingdong, "We all know that the more resentful the place, the more precious the treasures are, and this time it can be reproduced. Since you don't believe it, why don't you come and see for yourself?"

"I..." Mai Dingdong opened his lips, his throat was dry and he didn't know what to say.

Zhong Mozhi's sincere overtures flashed through his mind, and he also thought of how exhausted he was, looking for him through time and space.

He didn't believe this man's statement at all, but doubts sprouted from the bottom of his heart.

Finally, when his eyes fell on the spring, Mai Dingdong exhaled, stood beside the man in two steps and squatted down, and slowly stretched his fingers in.

His consciousness was hazy for a while, and he was startled by the darkness around him.

The shadows of the trees are whirling, and the grass and trees in the suburbs are quite huge for him with short arms and short legs.

Mai Dingdong "ha chirp" sneezed and tightened the sweater that grandma made for him.

It was the night when Grandma disappeared, and the man in the mine was nowhere to be seen, but Mai Dingdong could be sure that the man was watching him from some corner.

"It's so cold." Soft palms carelessly rubbed on her cheeks, and the tears hanging on her cheeks were blown cold by the night wind.

After only controlling the body for a moment, the boy's body was no longer controlled by Mai Dingdong.Just like in memory, he started to run forward stumblingly, with the word "Grandma" stuffed in his crying voice.

His legs moved quickly, his toes rubbed against the stones, his small body fell forward, his tender cheeks rubbed against the hard ground, blood oozing out.

He was out of breath from crying, but the boy was unambiguous, got up and ran forward.

The dense black air in the tomb did not dare to touch this warm-smelling child.

Unknowingly, he walked around the country road around and around, his voice hoarse, but he couldn't find the figure of grandma.

The black mist deeper than the night gathers at the end, and the oppressive feeling inside is frightening.

The little boy staggered, bumped into it, stopped crying, and hiccupped blankly.

The black mist is like a spring, dispersing the chill in all directions.

The boy's face was pale, and his palms were icy cold.

"Who are you?" He asked it in a low voice, "Are you looking for grandma too?"

The black mist was unmoved, but pressed closer, and then a distant yet close voice sounded: "The lost little Fushu?"

As if sensing the boy's strong desire to find Granny, it touched the boy's blood-oozing tender face and said calmly: "Everything has a balance, go to hell for you and find her back, are you willing to pay?" What?"

The blood on the cheeks fell on the ground, and the dead grass turned green.

He raised his still baby-fat face, choked up and said, "Anything is fine."

"it is good."

As soon as the words fell, when the boy lost consciousness, Mai Dingdong's vision was also dark.

When the boy opened his eyes again, he had cleared the clouds and mist, stood by the pool, and found the old man who was almost submerged.

Mai Dingdong felt a sharp pain in his brain.

The memory of seeing the black mist was erased for some reason, and it was only recalled now.

The majestic and deep power, as well as the chill, are definitely fried ghosts.

Mai Dingdong suddenly came back to his senses, a man's face was very close in front of him.

Feeling nauseated for no reason, Mai Dingdong backed up quickly, panting and stood up, "I saw the memory, and then?"

"Then?" The man was a little taken aback, his thick eyebrows raised high, "He took away your sense of smell, isn't it enough for you to stay away from cruel and ruthless guys?"

"But." Mai Dingdong returned to the original place, stroking the ring on his ring finger, "Equivalent exchange, I use my sense of smell to exchange for grandma, it's a good deal, isn't it?"

"You." He stood up suddenly, his voice was a little sharp, "Can you hear the sound of exploding ghosts?"

This reaction was so big that it was a little strange.

Not only could he hear what Zhagui said to him, but he could also tell that it was a woman.

Seeing the maddened look of the man, Mai Dingdong remained silent and did not intend to say more.

Well, this person clearly wanted to guide him, making him think that Zhagui was the villain who somehow took away his sense of smell, so that he could stay away from them.

The reason must be that he couldn't ask, so Mai Dingdong kept silent, waiting for the other party to take the initiative to speak.

He realized that the other party might not be the person he was looking for at all.

"Did you write me a letter?" Mai Dingdong pretended to be innocent and asked without any precautions.

Sure enough, the other party nodded his head and acted with composure.He smiled and said: "You have been exposed to too much resentment recently, and the sense of smell that came back for a short time will disappear again."

"It's okay, I've found it for you."

There is no way out around, it's a closed cave.Mai Dingdong withdrew his scrutiny and smiled at him friendly, "What's your name?"

"Ranshan." He smiled back sincerely.

"Did you bring me here?"

"Correct."

"why?"

"You got too close to the surly and vicious Zhagui, you need to know the truth, so as not to suffer again."

"Why did you write to me?" Mai Dingdong started pacing along the cave.

The man stirred the spring water with his fingers, and the face of an old man appeared there.He said: "Your grandma never let you have access to these, but you have the right to know."

"what do you know?"

"A world of resentment."

"Does it make any sense?"

"what?"

"Is there anything special about me? I asked you to work hard to help me regain my sense of smell, and then wrote a letter to guide me to get in touch with resentment." Mai Dingdong tilted his head, "The smell of resentment is so strong here, is it beneficial to bring me here?"

The man stopped talking.

Mai Dingdong thought it was funny, this man completely treated him like a monkey.

Although the black-robed man he met in the tavern that day was tall and tall, he clearly smelled a cold and dark fragrance when he chased him. If he guessed correctly, the mysterious man was a woman.

Looking at this man named Ran Shan again, his purpose is a bit too strong, and his acting skills are even a bit clumsy.

He leaned on the stone and stretched out his hand, stroked the ring, and called out in his heart.

Calling Zhong Mozhi over now will save him from looking exhausted and struggling to find it again.

"What's that?" Ran Shan's face was drooping, his joints were a little stiff, and he walked towards Mai Dingdong step by step, "Ring?"

Mai Dingdong's subordinates used force, and the power that could expel resentment was useless to Ran Shan, who kept approaching.

He dodged the touch, moved the tips of his ears, and could already hear the sound of walking from above.

Zhong Mozhi and the others came.

"It's nothing."

"Really?" Ran Shante froze in the air, and asked very puzzled: "Xin Zhagui gave himself to you?"

"It's strange, not expected, I don't quite understand."

The gravel on the top began to fall, and the entire space was shaking.

Ran Shan raised his head, and with a bang, a whole rock fell on him, and he was instantly crushed.

Mai Dingdong's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his eyes. He looked through his fingers for a while, and saw a pool of yellow water seeping from the edge of the stone, and the mountain became a piece of human skin and was pressed underneath.

The huge hole on the upper floor was not under sunlight, so Mai Dingdong squinted his eyes, blowing away the dust and saw that the upper floor was also a black and red cave.

With a slap, Tan Sheng jumped off first and looked around vigilantly.

"Come down." Seeing that there was no danger, he raised his head and shouted.

Several people jumped down one after another, and Wen was the last to land. He shook his long hair, and the gorgeous patterns on his body had not faded, and he went straight to the spring.

Something was wrong, Mai Dingdong frowned and approached Tan Sheng, standing in front of Tan Sheng and asked him, "Where is the fried ghost?"

"Good guy, the ghost bomber is really fierce, and he can go straight to the source of the resentment without spending any effort." He touched the wall and sensed his surroundings, but the person he was talking to was the yellow hair of the Shiwu team.

Huang Mao clicked his tongue, "Indeed, smashing stones with one fist is terrifying."

Just now Brother Wen was fighting with Zhagui evenly. Suddenly, Zhagui sensed something and stopped suppressing his power. He was imprisoned by Wenge and ran straight to the desert.

Originally, several resentment masters and treasure hunters didn't want to follow, but as the drummer of the resentful spirits, they confessed that the place where Zhagui went was the previous burial site, and now everyone followed Zhagui's footsteps.

Someone at the door asked for tokens as a toll to enter the mine, but the Zhagui didn't even blink, just wiped it out and went to the lower floor.

So the crowd came here.

Hearing Huang Mao's praise for Zhagui, Wen's face was gloomy, but he temporarily regained his senses and stopped pestering Zhong Mozhi.

Realizing that he was being ignored, Mai Dingdong cleared his throat and leaned into Tan Sheng's ear and said, "Where's Zhong Mozhi?"

"Brother Wen, what's going on over there?"

Wen patted around the spring a few times, and said: "There is a steady stream of resentment here, so the resentment outside will continue to be reborn after death."

Several Grudge Elimination Masters nodded in understanding.

Mai Dingdong stood where he was, and his hand to pat Tan Sheng was still in the air.

Her lips trembled, and her heart began to beat faster.

He couldn't touch Tan Sheng, and no one could see him.

"You..." Mai Dingdong raised his head, looked at the huge hole, and pinned his hopes on Zhong Mozhi, who arrived late, that Zhagui should be able to see him.

With a little lightness, Zhong Mozhi's clothes fluttered and fell to the ground.

He looked around blankly, with extreme agitation visible to the naked eye.

Mai Dingdong turned sideways to avoid several resentment masters, and wanted to walk to Zhong Mozhi's side, but his breath seemed to have changed——

A resentment teacher obviously felt the existence of resentment.

He shouted angrily, swept his sharp eyes over, and slapped his hands with the force of killing people.

Mai Dingdong managed to avoid it, his shoulders hurt from the shock.

"Acquaintance, acquaintance!" He raised his hand, but he was more resentful because of his words.

The opponent was unmoved, and charged forward again.

The palm wind was very heavy, and with the rock wall behind him, Mai Dingdong had nowhere to retreat, and his breathing couldn't help being stagnant.

Just before the palm was slapped on the bridge of the nose, a hand suddenly crossed and took the arm.

Familiar hands with bulging veins on the back.

Zhong Mozhi's face was cold, his eyes swept across the empty wall inch by inch.

"Why, what's the matter?" The voice of the resentment master trembled.

"Mai Mai?" He frowned and asked softly.

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