God does not love the world [unlimited]

The player falls off a cliff, but the game has to continue.Several players surrounded the Taoist priest of Lingshan, playing hard and soft, and finally figured out that the other party was also a person with a spiritual aperture.

I don't know why, Taoist Lingshan was very resistant to digging a hole, and he strongly opposed it just after hearing a suggestion.

Several players couldn't persuade him, and the funeral suddenly fell into a stalemate.

Fang Chen looked at Cheng Wuye for help: "Brother Cheng, what should we do now?"

Cheng Wuye did not participate in the lobbying, and leaned on the tree with his legs crossed. Hearing this, he glanced at his side: "You can't persuade, and you won't call someone who can persuade you?"

"Ah?" Fang Chen uttered a tone blankly, followed his line of sight, and saw the coffin containing the corpse.

During the burial, there was a saying that the coffin could not fall to the ground during the burial. Several of them were responsible for carrying the coffin, while the helpers who followed carried stools in case someone couldn’t support it and stopped midway.

At this moment, benches were placed at the four corners under the coffin, and the owner of the house, dressed in white, was standing by the side of the coffin, his forehead wrinkled into the word Sichuan.

Cheng Wuye said succinctly: "Ask him to persuade you."

Fang Chen hesitated: "Is it really possible? The Taoist priest obviously doesn't want to..."

Cheng Wuye raised his eyelids: "How will you know if you don't try?"

Fang Chen didn't dare to refute anymore, and ran to do ideological work with the owner.

After a while, the homeowner straightened up and went to find Taoist Lingshan.

After a few more minutes, the two parted, and Taoist Master Lingshan finally picked up the shovel, greeted several apprentices with a straight face, "Don't be lazy, come and help dig!"

Fang Chen exclaimed: "Brother Cheng, how do you know that the owner will dig a hole in the same way if he persuades the Taoist priest?"

Cheng Wuye ignored it.

Daoist Lingshan appeared here obviously because the owner had a need for him. He had previously inquired overtly and secretly what the other party wanted to do here in his free time, but the end result was always being diverted from the topic.

Such a big thing happened just now, but both of them were expected reactions, which shows that this situation has been expected; since they refused to publicize it, it is obvious that what they are going to do is not something that is worth talking about.

It can be related to coffins, ghosts, corpses, cemeteries, and even metaphysical elements at the same time, and it's not so obvious, it's just a few things.

Raising ghosts, feeding monsters, refining corpses, cultivating Gu, lowering heads, and resurrecting souls with corpses.

He can't figure out what they want to do for the time being, but it doesn't matter. What's important is that since Lingshan Daoist, a person who cultivates Taoism and should believe in the destiny, is willing to take risks and come here, no matter whether the owner has threatened or lured him, anyway. There must be a bargaining chip in his hand that he can't turn a blind eye to.

It is very simple to break through the bottom line with a weakness.

As long as the homeowner's determination to do that is strong enough, if he persuades him, there is a high probability that Lingshandao will agree when he grows up.

Because I have to agree.

Others were not allowed to participate in the digging of the pit. The four masters and apprentices dug from noon to dusk, and finally dug a hole big enough for the coffin.

The coffin was slowly lowered into the soil, and the bottom just fit into the hole, and the seams fit perfectly.

The owner of the house stared at the coffin, his cloudy eyes were astonishingly bright at the moment: "Master..."

Daoist Lingshan stroked his sleeve robe, took out a sawed gourd from the sleeve pocket, unscrewed the lid of the gourd, and poured out the contents one by one along the coffin.

The color of the liquid is dark black and viscous, with a strong medicinal smell, and it seems to be mixed with something else.

Cheng Wuye's eyes flashed.

This is... what he sent over yesterday?

After pouring out the soup in the gourd, Lingshan Daoist poured the coffin into deep pieces and shallow pieces, and finally glanced at the few apprentices present, and sighed: "Open the coffin."

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Shi Yu woke up again, the sun was already at noon in the sky.

He got up from a pile of dead leaves, looked down at himself, and silently took off the leaves on his sleeves.

Except for the dirty and torn clothes, his injuries that were almost near death before, and even the high fever symptoms that lasted all night were all gone at this moment.

The smell of blood on his body was very strong, so heavy that it made people suspect that he had been thrown into a pool of blood to soak.

Shi Yu removed the white cloth on his left hand.

The white cloth was wrapped with his palm pierced when he was attacked by Xu Zhukong the first night. He had seen it this morning, and there were already signs of festering.But now that the blood was wiped away, the skin underneath was intact, not even a scar was left.

How long has it been since he fell into a coma?One hour?two hours?

It is against the common sense of science.

Shi Yu lowered his eyelashes, stared at the original wound on his palm for a moment, got up and returned to the bottom of the cliff, found the hairpin that had fallen in the grass, and put it back into his long hair.

A corpse lay not far away.

There seemed to be a thick bush next to the corpse to hide the sight of others. The grass in the middle was pulled away, the face was facing down, and the back was facing up.

It was as if something sharp had sliced ​​open the spine, and forcefully pulled the entire spine from the neck to the tail out of the body, bringing out sticky blue veins and minced meat.

The tear was even bleeding.

But after death, the body function of the person will stop, the blood will stop flowing, and then deposit in the blood vessels, forming what is often called corpse plaque.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for this plaque-shaped wound to still bleed.

Shi Yu reached out to touch the corpse, just turned the other's head around, his eyes fell on the other's facial features, and the next second, a cold hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.The knuckles were clearly slender, but their strength was astonishingly heavy. It seemed that if they deepened a little bit, they could directly crush his shoulder blades.

He let go of his hand, turned around and saw the figure he met in a coma.

The other party had the same face as the corpse on the ground, with the same long hair as him, with his head hanging down, his body was too pale and thin, and there was a sinister air in his fingers: "Don't look at things you shouldn't look at."

Shi Yu didn't speak, just looked at each other quietly.

Guan Yueyue and him looked at each other for a while, and finally said: "You said you saw my brother?"

Shi Yu responded, "Yes."

Guan Yueyue: "And then?"

Shi Yu looked at her for a while, then stood up: "Which way are you going?"

Guan Yueyue's face darkened: "Where's my brother?"

"On the top." Shi Yu said, "We have to go up."

When they climbed up the tomb again, the players just got the order from the priest of Lingshan to open the museum, and Zhao Ben directly lifted the coffin lid with both hands.

In an instant, the dark wind howled, and black ghost energy rose from all directions.

Zhao Ben was the first to bear the brunt, and was knocked backwards by the ghost energy coming from the pavement, clutching his chest and almost coughing his lungs out.

Not to mention that, as soon as he got up from the ground and looked up, he saw the person who had watched him fall down the cliff not long ago, and his heart skipped a beat.

The black liquid that had been poured around the coffin seemed to have met hot oil at this moment, and it evaporated crazily and seeped into the coffin.The male ghost who was originally imprisoned in the coffin stood up from the coffin, and the ghost aura around him was so oppressive that he could hardly breathe.

Xu Zhukong is like a beast that has seen its prey, attacking the players present.

Fang Chen narrowly escaped the blow, but the pine tree behind him was not so lucky, the trunk thicker than the mouth of the bowl was grabbed by the ghost claw, and a large piece was dug out from the center.The remaining part was not enough to support at all, and it broke directly with a tooth-piercing sound.

Fang Chen trembled, and the round natal props protected him in the center like a shield, but Xu Zhukong's next blow flew out and broke another tree.

【I rely on! 】

[Is the ghost climbing the stairs this time? Why is it getting stronger every time?Who can resist this strength? ! 】

The distance from Fang Chen suddenly widened, Xu Zhukong turned around and attacked Cheng Wuye who was the closest.

When approaching, the wind howled, and a hammer suddenly collided with the ghost claw.

Cheng Wuye kicked on the tree trunk behind him in mid-air, and leaned forward holding the hammer handle.

Seeing the ghost claws attacking again, Cheng Wuye landed on the ground, brushed his face with the ghostly aura, swung the long handle in his hand, and slashed the scimitar with cold light on Xu Zhukong's body, causing a huge echo.

[Am I blind?Didn't he just hold a hammer? ? 】

[It's deformed!His weapon will transform!From a hammer to a machete! 】

[I'm going to become a shield again!He actually blocked that ghost's attack! ! 】

[You can actually turn into a long whip and stab the ghost directly from three meters away, it's too foul! ! 】

【…】

【This weapon is so damn familiar. 】

[Sister in front, you are not alone. 】

[Is it "Eighteen Kinds of Martial Arts", this is something I can see without paying? 】

[Why did he come to the next nine days?Or is it popular to wear vests and practice trumpets these days? ? 】

After another collision and separation, Cheng Wuye fell into the grass, his arms numb from the strong force.

A few steps away is the frightened Lu Nan.

Cheng Wuye didn't even have time to look at others, and was about to strike while holding the pistol, when his body suddenly stopped and stopped.

Lu Nan dragged his legs from behind.

In this moment of effort, the ghost claw struck again.

Cheng Wuye couldn't dodge in time, the sound of skin and blood vessels ruptured clearly in his ears, his entire arm was roughly torn off like paper, and he fell into the haystack, sweating profusely from the pain.

Xu Zhukong seemed not to see Lu Nan at his feet, dropped his severed arm, and walked straight to Cheng Wuye on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Wuye looked at Lu Nan who had held him back just now, and suddenly realized something in the reaction of the two of them: "You belong to that ghost!"

Lu Nanhua sat on the ground, shaking like chaff: "Yes, I'm sorry!"

A large bead of sweat rolled down Cheng Wuye's forehead.

No wonder, no wonder the system deliberately divided them into two groups, no wonder their free action time was different, no wonder the player Lao Liu's body he found outside was different from others.

No wonder out of ten people, four inexperienced and weak rookies were assigned to the same group.

Even from the time Xu Zhukong attacked them, he always caught the player who was the apprentice of Lingshan Daoist Priest, but never paid attention to the two helpless newcomers in the help team.

He never thought that the players in this game might be opposites!

I'm afraid it's not just Lu Nan, even the fat helper...

It took only a moment to think clearly about all this, and Xu Zhukong had already arrived in front of him.

The ghostly aura dispersed, and just as the ghostly hand was about to fall on him, another cold ghostly aura struck, and Xu Zhukong, who had let down his vigilance, was knocked back several meters with a palm.

Xu Zhukong suddenly raised his head and stared wide-eyed: "The moon?!"

Guan Yueyue's eyes were like frost, and he rushed forward with ghostly aura and overwhelming hatred.

In severe pain, Cheng Wuye saw another person in his line of sight.

Shi Yu squatted in front of him: "Lend me your weapon."