The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 208 Analyzing the Present
Zhao Jian didn't expect that there was a strange cemetery deep in the woods. The two walked along the path into the cemetery surrounded by iron fences, feeling cold and damp instantly.

Of course, the most disturbing thing is that Wen Zhong seems to have become a little strange. They haven't seen each other for a few weeks at most, but Wen Zhong's personality is like a 180-degree change.

After all, did he really travel to the future, or is this some kind of trap fabricated by Li Gui?

He glanced at Wen Zhong again. In the dim environment, he felt that the other party's behavior was more and more strange, but the words that made him speak out came out again.

They had been walking in the dark for an unknown amount of time, Zhao Jian looked at the dark cemetery on both sides, and felt more and more depressed.

Just when he was about to call Wen Zhong to stop, the other party stopped suddenly, turned his head very stiffly and said to Zhao Jian: "When we arrived at Zhao Jian, this is here."

It was still pitch black all around, Zhao Jian heard that he was going to take out candles from his backpack to light up, but Wen Zhong stopped him because he was afraid of attracting ghosts.

He thought about it and felt that it made sense, so he gave up.

However, what Wen Zhong meant was that there are ghosts here. I don't know if it is the figure wandering on that path before. It seems that this place is more dangerous than I imagined.

Zhao Jian was still thinking, only to see that Wen Zhong took out two shovels from somewhere, and then threw one to Zhao Jian.

This is a shovel covered with copper rust and blood stains. It is a little heavy to hold in the hand, but it is surprisingly easy to hold.

"Dig the hole first, and then bury people." Wen Zhong said briefly, and then he picked up the shovel and started digging holes in the ground. Seeing this, Zhao Jian couldn't care less, so he also picked up the shovel and started digging holes.

"Wen Zhong, did you hear the sound of something scratching the board?" While digging, Zhao Jian suddenly turned around and stared at a tomb in the cemetery.

The old grave floated a little, as if it was built on a breathing lung, and the grave soil would fall from time to time.

"I heard it." Wen Zhong frowned and said, "If I heard correctly, it should be the sound of someone scratching the board in the coffin. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation."

"I thought I was hallucinating." Zhao Jian stared at the grave bag and said, "Would you like to go over and have a look? Don't be taken advantage of by the things inside."

Wen Zhong thought about it, and after a while he said: "Okay, I'll go over and have a look, you stay here and watch around."

"Okay." Zhao Jian nodded and said.

Wen Zhong walked over with twinkling eyes. He held the shovel in one hand and put the other hand behind his back. He walked to the side of the grave in three steps, and then he picked up the shovel and smashed it on the grave. , so scared that Zhao Jian couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Boss Wen, what are you doing?" Zhao Jian shouted in a low voice.

As if Wen Zhong didn't hear what Zhao Jian said, he knocked on the raised mound in front of him again and again. He didn't know how many times he knocked in total. down.

A maroon coffin appeared in front of the two of them. Before Zhao Jian could say anything, Wen Zhong smashed it down with a shovel, and a big hole was dug in the coffin's cover in an instant.

"Boss Wen!" Zhao Jian shouted anxiously: "No need, we really don't need to be so bold!"

"Bang, bang bang bang—"

Suddenly, the sound of knocking on the coffin board was constantly ringing inside the coffin. The sound was rhythmless and full of strange dullness and stiffness, as if a person was lying in the coffin and hitting the coffin board with his head.

Zhao Jian's intestines were green with regret at this moment, he never expected Wen Zhong to be so stubborn, and the other party didn't consider the danger of breaking the balance of the spirit at all.

Just when he thought that Wen Zhong would continue digging the coffin, the other party had already put the shovel beside the grave, and then turned his head stiffly and looked at Zhao Jian with cold eyes.

"Zhao Jian, come here." Wen Zhong said, his eyes fixed on Zhao Jian, as if to prevent him from escaping secretly.

And at this time, Zhao Jian discovered that Wen Zhong's two eyeballs deeply embedded in his eye sockets were shriveled and cracked, as if porcelain had been cracked after being baked for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Jian unconsciously took several steps back. In his eyes, Wen Zhong's image was no different from a terrifying ghost.

"Zhao Jian, come here."

There was another urging, but Zhao Jian didn't dare to follow at this time, he gritted his teeth hard, and after seeing the direction, he ran towards the exit of the cemetery.

"This Wen Zhong is obviously abnormal, no, he is not Wen Zhong, and he still talks about it, and have I really traveled through it? The current time can't be seen at all in this ghost place."

While thinking, Zhao Jian quickly ran towards the iron gate of the cemetery. Along the way, he bypassed an unknown number of tombstones, grave bags, and even bones that fell from the graveyard.

Wen Zhong never caught up, but the sound of fingernails scratching the coffin board kept ringing around.

"Damn it, I have to go back to that residence. If there is still a way to go back here, then this residence should be the key to breaking the situation." Zhao Jian analyzed calmly.

At this moment, he has come to the entrance of the cemetery, and the rusty iron fence still stands quietly in place. After going out, he only needs to walk along the path to return to Baiyang Village.

Suddenly, he found a cold haze rising under his feet, and there was also a haze surging in the woods on both sides. A vague figure was walking towards this side from the other end of the road.

This blurred figure was exactly the ghost they had encountered before. At that time, Wen Zhong looked at this blurred figure as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He didn't know what was so strange about it, but what was certain was that this Ghost things are very dangerous.

Zhao Jian frowned, and imitated Wen Zhong's method and hid in the grass next to the woods.

His pupils narrowed slightly.

This time, there was more than one figure walking towards him, and there were four or five figures walking slowly towards the cemetery in the darkness.

These figures were completely wrapped in black haze, and there was no difference from the outside, but he was certain that these things were sinister and evil.

"With so many terrifying existences, it's no wonder that even Wen Zhong has to stay away. With his ability, he may be able to limit one, but it's probably not enough to face a group of them." Zhao Jian thought to himself.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped back again, for fear that he would accidentally provoke these terrifying existences.

Soon, these strange figures disappeared on this path, and Zhao Jian was slightly relieved. It would be great if these ghosts could meet that Wen Zhong in the cemetery.

(End of this chapter)