Mysterious Resurrection of Man Tianqin

Chapter 129
This is an old millstone, the top is empty, and there are still a few corners missing around it, as if it was knocked off by something.

At this moment, a rotten person is numbly grinding the mill, over and over again, tirelessly.

Even in Sun Xing's eyes, this person was rotten from top to bottom, and the flesh on his arms seemed to be shaking with every step, tending to fall down.

But the millstones are still turning.

"Guji~guji~"

The strange sound was getting closer and closer, and the millstone in the distance brought the rotten man, and unconsciously, he was a few steps closer.

The sound of grinding the mill fell in Sun Xing's ears at this moment, like a reminder for life.

"This face is still very young. This guy should have been from the headquarters before."

Zhou Deng narrowed his eyes, staring at the figure pushing the millstone and said.

"You can recognize this? It's all rotten."

The figure of the grinding mill was rotten all over, half of his face was rotten, and only bones remained on his left leg. Compared with his thin figure, the grinding disc with a diameter of more than two meters obviously looked like a huge monster. Sun Xing was not at all I know how Zhou Deng saw and confirmed the identity of this person.

"This guy is wearing the clothes of Interpol. There is a sign there. It is the uniform of the oldest batch of ghost masters. It is about a year ago, which means that this guy has been dead for at least a year."

Zhou Deng pointed to the badge on the chest of the rotten figure and said.

"Then according to what you said, he should have also broken into this bank and died here. We will soon follow in his footsteps."

Sun Xing frowned. The approaching millstone might have killed the previous ghost master and made him stay here forever.

If this thing gets close, he and Zhou Deng will probably follow in the footsteps of a ghost master who died here.

"Gudong~"

After realizing this situation, Zhou Deng looked at the millstone with horror in his eyes.

Do you have to stay here to grind the mill after you die?What are you kidding?
While the two were talking.

Paper money suddenly floated in the sky, light and light, like a butterfly dancing in the night, and soon filled the entire yard and covered the bluestone road under your feet.

With a shudder in his heart, Sun Xing took out the ghost compass from behind and dragged it on the palm of his hand.

This time, the broken finger on the compass did not turn around as a pointer, but pointed straight to the house behind the millstone, where the gate was closed and everything inside could not be seen.

"This Jin Hong is still alive, did he hide there? How did he avoid the millstone?"

Sun Xing laughed, but soon frowned again.

He couldn't hide from the millstone, at least he didn't see any pattern at the moment, and the red pupils were aching, which undoubtedly reminded him that once the millstone got close, the two of them might die.

A sense of crisis has already appeared in his heart. If he can't deal with the ghost in front of him, the two of them may have no future.

At this moment.

"Guji~guji~"

In the silent environment, a clear sound of grinding discs turning came from the front.

The sound caused the two of them to raise their hearts to their throats instantly, and the millstone got closer again.

Zhou Deng's body was tense, and he didn't dare to breathe out, for fear that his actions would trigger some discipline.

But the grinding sound still reverberated.

The voice was dull and thick, as if they were doing something very difficult, but the speed of the grinding disc was not slow. Sun Xing was surprised to find that it seemed that every time the milling disc turned, this strange figure would get closer to them.

"Damn it, I can't take it anymore, the heavens are spirited, the earth is spirited, the Supreme Lord will show up soon!"

Zhou Deng was sweating profusely, with his back to Sun Xing, and in this silent environment, he started to yell.

"What are you doing, you are a ghost master, and you still believe in this stuff?"

Sun Xing frowned, what did he say.

If the Taishang Laojun is effective, what should the ghost master do?
Unexpectedly.

next moment.

Zhou Deng was shaking violently, as if he was shaking something, and he even started talking nonsense. Sun Xing listened carefully, as if it was some obscure runes.

"Clap!"

A crisp sound came, and Sun Xing saw Zhou Deng was holding a bamboo tube in his hand, shaking it violently. Soon, a yellowed bamboo stick flew out of it and landed on the ground.

"Sign up! Looks like I'm fine!"

Zhou Deng was lying on the stone slab, staring at a yellowed bamboo stick on the ground, his face was so ecstatic that he almost jumped up.

"WTF?"

Sun Xing doesn't know, so it's okay to cast a lottery?

"Ghost sign, this is my way to deal with ghosts. Last time I snatched it from a ghost Taoist. Because of snatching this stuff, that ghost chased me for several stops and was almost killed by him."

Zhou Deng picked up the yellowed bamboo stick on the ground. The top of the bamboo stick was golden yellow and gleaming, and explained to Sun Xing.

"I've chased you for several stops? Is it correct? Ghosts can still chase people? Isn't the bus able to isolate ghosts?"

Sun Xing obviously didn't believe it. The bus was a perverted ability. The mummy bride was so terrifying that she had to be suppressed even on the bus.

"That thing stared at me. He didn't attack me when I was sitting in the car, but he followed me when I got out of the car. He followed me when I walked to the car door a few times, so I didn't dare to get out of the car. In the end It was still a few days of grinding with him like a hawk before he gave up, that ghost is very evil, and I can't explain it."

Recalling that experience, Zhou Deng still has lingering fears.

He is very relaxed now. Since he got this ghost sign, he has never made a mistake.

The sign on it at least means that within today, he can survive.

In other words, the millstone couldn't hurt him.

But the uneasiness in Sun Xing's heart was still growing. He was not as calm as Zhou Deng. On the contrary, he was worried. As the millstone approached, his sense of crisis became stronger and stronger.

"This lottery can only be drawn once a day, why don't you draw it too?"

Zhou Deng said.

"Maybe we didn't trigger this ghost's killing pattern. This ghost just approached us unintentionally. We can all survive. Brother Sun, you are stronger than me, so don't panic."

Didn't trigger the law of killing?Thank you for being able to speak!

The millstone was clearly aimed at the two of them, and the figure of the millstone was getting closer and closer, and even Sun Xing could smell the smell of rotting corpses that the other party said was very hurt.

"Just because you can live doesn't mean I can live too. Let me draw a lot too."

Sun Xing took the bamboo tube from Zhou Deng's hand. The blue-yellow bamboo tube was engraved with many strange runes that he couldn't understand, which seemed to be something from Taoism.

The bamboo tube and the bamboo stick seem to be not simple, they are two supernatural things.

When his palm came into contact with the bamboo tube, the whole bamboo tube changed color in an instant, and a darkness suddenly invaded from the bottom, and soon the whole bamboo tube turned into ashes. Sun Xing closed the bamboo cover, following Zhou Deng's example, Putting the bamboo tube in the palm of his hand, he shook it violently.

"Slap! Slap! Slap."

Like a torrential rain, like frost beating an eggplant, a small bamboo tube was shaken by Sun Xing to make the sound of gold and stone. The sound was so loud that Zhou Deng closed his eyes when he heard it.

"Stop, stop, stop! Be less energetic, just one click will do."

Only then did Sun Xing stop what he was doing, opened the bamboo cover, and a bamboo stick flew out of nowhere and landed on the ground.

Different from Zhou Deng's previous bamboo stick, the bamboo stick that Sun Xing shook out seemed to have been corroded by ink all over. It was extremely dark, exuding strangeness and ominousness.

"Place the lottery! Dangerous! Damn it."

Zhou Deng took a look and suddenly exclaimed.

"Dangerous, what do you mean? Dangerous."

Sun Xing glanced at the figure pushing the millstone, and a warning sign rose in his heart.

"This stuff is a very euphemistic way of saying it. Signing up and down can only guarantee that you won't die, but it doesn't guarantee that you won't be in danger. Usually, signing down and signing are sure to kill you."

Zhou Deng's pupils were wide open, and he spoke tremblingly.

He is not the only one who has used this ghost lottery. In his impression, he died on the day the lottery was drawn, and no one survived the next day.

This is the law he came up with.

"Will I die?"

Sun Xing looked at the old yellow paper on the ground and asked suddenly.

"Have you discovered the pattern of this ghost?"

"I found a chicken feather. If the lottery is drawn, the upper lottery means that I can live. Why worry about other things."

Zhou Deng said helplessly.

"Then why did you survive?"

"I do not know either"

"What are you more than me?"

Sun Xing stared at Zhou Deng, his sharp eyes seemed to want to see him through.

"You don't know the rules, and I don't know, but you survived, and I died, maybe it wasn't me who died, but I stayed here and became a grinder."

Sun Xing thought to himself.

With the ghost incense burning, there is a high probability that he will not die, but it is likely that he will stay here to grind.

After the death of the last ghost master, the ghosts in his body didn't seem to escape, and became the grinder under the millstone. It seems that they have been pushing for more than a year now.

"So the variable is not in the abilities of the two of us, but in things other than the two of us, yes, foreign things! You have so many supernatural things, show me what you have brought! Quick!"

Sun Xing thought about it, and quickly became anxious, urging.

"Fuck, Brother Sun, don't torment me. I didn't bring many things with me when I went out this time. My precious human leather mask is almost cracked this time."

Obviously reluctant, Zhou Deng said in a low voice.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up! Be careful, I will hit you with an iron rod."

Sun Xing stared, held the iron rod in his hand, and said viciously.

"Okay, okay, I'll take it, but you can't be greedy for my things."

Like an angry little daughter-in-law, Zhou Deng wriggled and took out his things.

A bamboo tube, a human skin mask, a blackened towel, a gold container, and a three-yuan note.

Among the things that this guy carries with him, the bamboo stick can predict the foretelling, the human skin mask can turn into a ghost and snatch something from the ghost, and as for the towel, it seems to be able to suppress the ghost.

These three items alone are quite rich. Generally, ghost masters have the same survival probability that can be greatly improved. This guy carries three with him.

"The container contained the ghost groom's red flowers and the lantern. I locked it up before I figured out what it was about."

Zhou Deng explained.

"That said, those two things won't work for the time being, and there are only these four things left. The variables that make you survive are these four things. The ghost is because you have one of these four things. It didn't attack you."

Sun Xing set his sights on the towels, bamboo tubes, masks, and banknotes.

He has seen the function of the hand towel, and this thing needs to be used actively. Like the bamboo tube, he was the first to ignore it.

Then there are only masks and banknotes left.

mask?This thing shouldn't be staring at your mask.

banknotes?

This one seems reasonable.

Isn't there a folk saying that money can make ghosts turn millstones?
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