Chapter 1037 Cemetery

Seeing this spiritual tablet, Xia Qi's face became a little ugly, because this meant that the woman named Chu Jingshu he just saw in the bedroom was simply a ghost.

He had seen a lot of ghosts, so naturally he wouldn't be afraid, but thinking of Chu Jingshu's natural behavior just now, he felt a little trembling in his heart. He didn't know what the female ghost wanted to do by pretending to be like that.

But no matter what he wanted to do, he had no intention of getting entangled with a female ghost, so he made up his mind to leave here soon and go around first. After he understood the terrain, he then Try to find Zhao Manshan and others.

Slowly letting go of his hand, the small door where the coffin was placed was slowly closed. Xia Qi suddenly turned around with some palpitations, and saw a figure suddenly flashing past the bedroom door.

Although the figure disappeared in a flash, Xia Qi still saw the person's face clearly. It was Chu Jingshu who had just told him that she wanted to sleep for a while.

Obviously the other party did not lie down on the bed to rest as he said, but stuck his head out and kept peeping at him from the door.

If he met a female ghost outside, he might not be as worried as he is now, but the problem is that this is a ghost domain, the territory of the ghost king. Who knows how terrible a ghost curse exists, which he dare not let go. He took it lightly.

The existence of the ghost curse can not only control this space arbitrarily, but also transform countless ghosts. Even if his strength is not suppressed, it is an almost impossible task to kill all the ghosts that appear here. .

Of course, the purpose of his coming here was not to deal with the ghost curse, nor to occupy this space, but simply to obtain the ghost king's residual limbs and to get rid of Zhao Manshan and others.

So he didn't want to waste too much energy in other aspects.

Ignoring Chu Jingshu in the bedroom, Xia Qi came to the stairs and quickly went downstairs until he completely came out of the three-story wooden building.

Outside the small wooden building was the street, just like what he had seen outside before, a path paved with stone bricks.

Many stalls and vendors were neatly arranged on both sides of the trail. The sunlight penetrated the thin clouds, making these people extremely blurry in his sight.

Xia Qi walked forward while watching very vigilantly. During the process, he did not see any familiar shadow at all. In other words, neither Zhao Manshan and the others, nor Chen Sheng and the others were around anymore.

The path was very long, and the surrounding environment was noisy. He walked along the path for nearly 20 minutes before he reached the end of the road.

There are no vendors here, but what is quite strange is that a little further forward, the sky appears a little green, which is in sharp contrast to the bright sun behind them.

It's like half the human world and half the underworld.

The hazy green mist spread lightly in the air, just like countless poisonous gas bombs exploding, making the space look a little distorted and seemed extremely unreal.

Xia Qi looked hesitant, not knowing whether to continue walking or go back honestly.

Because in comparison, the environment ahead is obviously worse and more unpredictable.

He lowered his head and glanced at the honor watch. The dial of the honor watch was plain, and there was no freezing period time limit or any changes.

"If there are any broken limbs of the Ghost King nearby, I should be able to feel them. After all, the Ghost King will no longer deliberately restrain his ghost energy after being dismembered."

Xia Tian Qi murmured something, thinking that he came here just to find the ghost king's stump, so he didn't think much about it and walked directly into the green mist in front of him. middle.

Walking in uneasily, Xia Qi found that he had entered a gloomy cemetery.

At a glance, there are tombs everywhere, and the number of tombs is almost impossible to count.

And you can also see some people worshiping in front of some graves.

The Ghost King's ghost realm is a real space, so it's hard to say whether there will be any living people there.

Xia Qi turned around and glanced behind him. His back was completely obscured by the diffuse green mist. The bustling path he had walked along had disappeared and could no longer be seen.

Without turning back, he continued walking in a straight line into the cemetery not far away.

As soon as he came in, he saw a middle-aged man in his 30s, kneeling in front of a tomb, muttering something and kneeling down.

Xia Qi's approach did not attract this person's attention, so he quickly came behind this person. Just when he was about to ask the other person something, his heart "knocked" and he instantly moved back a few steps. step.

Because he saw the photo of the dead person posted on the tombstone, which turned out to be the person kneeling in front of the grave.

In other words, that person was actually kneeling down to worship his dead self!

"Why can't I die! Why am I still alive!

Obviously my body has been cremated, my throat has been slit and I died, but why do I still exist! "

The man seemed to be kneeling down to worship, but there was no hint of sacrifice in his words. Instead, he seemed to be venting his grievances in a pretense of piety.

Xia Qi didn't dare to go over and strike up a conversation, and kept retreating uncontrollably. As a result, he didn't take a few steps back when he felt as if he had guessed something under his feet.

He subconsciously turned around to look, and what happened was an even more shocking scene. He actually stepped on a hand!

A hand extending from the edge of the grave!

After being stepped on by him, the fingers of that hand were still bending, as if buried in the soil below was not a dead body, but a person who was still breathing and trying to crawl out. It's like a living person coming out.

Xia Tian Qi quickly moved his feet away, leaving the ghost world as wide as possible, always paying attention to his surroundings. Then he took big steps and ran in the cemetery like the wind.

However, the deeper he went inside, the more dead people worshiped him.

Everyone was doing extremely contradictory actions, kowtowing to their own tombstone while roaring viciously.

When he wanted to stop, try to change direction, and when he wanted to turn back, he was completely lost in this cemetery that seemed impossible to get out of.

The green mist gathered more and more, and the vicious roars became louder and louder. It was like waking up and suddenly finding out that there were countless resentful souls gathering beside his bed, which made Xia Qi Dun feel his scalp numb. .

The only thing that made him feel lucky was that these living dead people didn't mean to besiege him.

It's like she can't see him, but also like she completely ignores his existence.