The Game of Mystery Recovery

Chapter 26 Feng Quan
Zhao Yi walked to this building.

"Cough, cough, cough,"

Suddenly, a coughing sound came from behind, so close that it was almost on his body, and the sound was weak and powerless, like an old man who was dying of illness.

Zhao Yi hurriedly looked around, but found nothing unusual.

"Is it Feng Quan's message? He wants me to leave this village." He thought to himself.

After all, when Feng Quan was lying in the ghost coffin, he seemed to be able to walk around the village in a special way.

But Zhao Yi didn't show any worry or fear about this, he walked directly towards the group of villagers who gathered together.

In the building, five or six villagers in hemp and filial piety were talking inside, and they saw a puzzled look on Zhao Yi's face.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" An old man asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Uncles and aunts, I came in a hurry, please forgive me."

"Actually, the person inside is a good friend of mine. We knew him because he went to work in the city before, but I heard that he passed away suddenly, so I rushed here in a hurry."

"It's just that I don't have the contact information of other people in the village, so I didn't notify you in advance." Zhao Yi said hastily.

He didn't want to force his way into this mourning hall, causing some unforeseen changes to happen here.

"You are really my nephew's friend? Why did you come here like this?" the old man asked with some reproach.

Zhao Yi nodded quickly, "It's absolutely true, it's just that I received the news relatively late, and I went to Dafu City before and it was far away, so I came here late."

As he spoke, Zhao Yi took out 1000 yuan and said. "Uncle, this is my white bag."

"In that case, it's rare that you have the heart to come and see my nephew, so let's stay in the village tonight." Seeing the ten red banknotes, the old man grabbed Zhao Yi's hand and said excitedly .

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi showed a slightly sad look and sighed:
"Hey, he and I hit it off right away, and even regarded him as my brother. I didn't expect my brother to pass away, but I couldn't come and visit him immediately. I'm really sorry."

"Uncle, if you don't mind, leave the wake tonight to me. I want to talk to my brother alone."

The old man before nodded, "Since you're not afraid, I'll leave it to you tonight, thank you for your hard work."

"Unfortunately, unfortunately, this is what it should be." Zhao Yi waved his hand.

It seemed that he and the person in the coffin were really good friends, even if he stayed with the dead at night, he would not be afraid.

But obviously, this is impossible, the dead man referred to here is a ghost, how could he know the ghost.

Time passed slowly, and Zhao Yi did not choose to eat a big pot of rice with other people. After all, this is food made from ghosts and monsters. Who knows if there will be some kind of curse.

At night, Zhao Yi looked at the dimmed sky outside the mourning hall, with a serious look on his face.

The group of villagers dispersed after eating, so Zhao Yi is the only one in the mourning hall now.

He pushed the coffin with a little force, but the coffin remained motionless, as if there was some powerful spiritual force inside that held the coffin firmly.

"Is it because it's still dawn, so I can't open the ghost coffin under Feng Quan's control?" Zhao Yi was puzzled, and took out the game spear to pry the ghost coffin open.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Suddenly, the previous weak coughing sound came from Zhao Yi's ear again.

"It seems that Feng Quan is unwilling to let me open the ghost coffin, hoping to scare me away with this coughing sound."

Zhao Yi didn't pay attention to the continuous coughing, and took the game spear and stabbed it into the gap between the coffin board and the coffin lid.

After entering Huanggang Village, there are only two ways to get out alive.

The first one is to use enough powerful ghosts to forcibly escape from Huanggang Village.

But obviously, Zhao Yi doesn't have this kind of strength. Even if the game ghost can use a ghost creature of this strength, he can't use a ghost creature of this level with only one ghost.

The second point is to let the ghosts return to the coffin and put away the ghosts. Only in this way can they leave Huanggang Village.

And now that Feng Quan occupies the ghost coffin, whether it is for the chance to control the second ghost, or to leave Huanggang Village alive, he must drive Feng Quan out of the ghost coffin.

The supernatural power was constantly mobilized, and the opportunity to control the second ghost was in front of him. Zhao Yi didn't think about the recovery of the ghost, and used the game spear to pry the coffin lid regardless of the cost.

He could feel that when the game spear was prying the ghost coffin, the spirit on it was constantly dissipating. Even if he kept injecting the spirit of the game ghost into it, it would have no effect, it could only delay the loss of the spirit of the game spear.

Finally, after a while, I don't know if it was because Feng Quan couldn't stay here, or because the current Huanggang Village came to the evening.

"Crack."

The sound of the coffin lid being successfully pried was heard.

With the appearance of this voice, it seemed as if all the ghosts were lost in the ghost coffin, but in just a short moment, the coffin lid was lifted directly.

"Oh." A sighing voice sounded.

A pale, bloodless hand protruded from the coffin.

"Cough, cough, cough."

A weak cough sounded again from inside the pitch-black coffin, and a second pale arm stretched out from inside, resting on the removed coffin lid.

A man with a strange and cold aura stood up.

It was a man whose face was ashen, as if he had been dead for several days. He opened his eyes and looked at the front at this moment. At this moment, there was a kind of torture, pain, and numbness in those eyes.

"Cough, cough cough." Feng Quan then coughed a few more times, weak and weak, as if he was terminally ill.

"You shouldn't have come into this village, let alone forcefully open this coffin."

Feng Quan's eyes were a little numb from the pain, and he looked at Zhao Yidao with gloomy eyes.

"You come down first and then talk." Zhao Yi replied with a cold face.

"I can't get out of the coffin. As for the reason, it's not because I'm afraid of death, but because I can't allow the ghost outside to go back into the coffin."

Feng Quan said with a numb face, he looked like a dying person, kindly reminding others.

"Hehe, if that's the case, then you come down and I will go up and lie in the coffin instead, so that you can be proved that you are not afraid of death, and that ghost has not returned to the coffin."

Zhao Yi sneered, he is not someone who knows nothing.

(End of this chapter)