Mysterious Resurrection of Man Tianqin

Who said that there is no goal in a funeral, isn't there a dying old man next to him?
Everyone gathered around the vermilion coffin, and when they realized the mission, they were too angry to breathe.

That old man was too scary for them.

In front of him, Sun Xing seemed so vulnerable, but they didn't even have a chance to fight against Sun Xing, and they were two levels behind.

Since it is a funeral, it must not be a living person, and must wait for the old man to die.

But when everyone thought of the old man's strength, their scalps became numb. The supernatural power is often the most powerful after the death of the ghost master.

And this old man's strength will undoubtedly be stronger and more terrifying after death.

Invisibly, there seemed to be a haze in the hearts of everyone.

"The funeral is a necessary task, because this place itself is a supernatural place. If you fail to complete this task, you will not be able to get out alive. Believe it or not, after twelve o'clock, you will find a way to survive Seven days, if you can't hold it, you will die."

As Sun Xing said, he turned and came to the back door of the back hall.

Outside is a strange deserted forest.

The soil here is very strange, not only the soil, but the trees in the wild forest are dense and thick, and the soil presents a strange scarlet color, exuding a stench and a rotten smell, like blood, and the bones have penetrated into it It stinks in the mud.

The entire desolate forest could not be seen at a glance, and the smell of blood and rotting corpses was everywhere.

At this moment, without Sun Xing's reminder, everyone understands what kind of place this is.

Perhaps, the safest place here is this old house instead.

And behind the ancient house, there is a trail leading to nowhere, which is very remote and deep. Sun Xing didn't go further, but just strolled around and observed the environment here.

Because as soon as twelve o'clock passed, everything here would reveal its true colors, and then, the real danger would come.

The eerie forest exuded a gloomy and cold atmosphere, which made people very uneasy, but fortunately, Sun Xing did not approach, but just watched from a distance.

The ghosts here haven't recovered yet, because the old man in the old house hasn't died yet.

As long as this old man is alive, even if he is very old, he can suppress all the ghosts here.

This old man is so strong that it seems that the only thing that can defeat him is time.

Walking along the back hall of the ancient house, the gate, and outside the wild forest, he roughly observed the surrounding situation, and finally, Sun Xing turned back.

"It's eleven forty-five, the time is almost up, let's go back."

Sun Xing looked at the road outside and shook his head.

Rather than observing everything around him, he wanted to see how this old man who survived from the period of the Republic of China to the present, a generation of legends, Zhang Dong would end.

What was the scene of the old man's final moments?
Did he die quietly, or did something big happen?
He led everyone back to the front hall.

"Have you finished observing?"

Zhang Dong was lying on the grand teacher's chair at this moment, the smell of decay on his body was getting heavier and heavier, and the age spots on his body had unknowingly turned into corpse spots.

But the old man didn't care about that.

Sun Xing nodded.

"Xiao Qin and I have made arrangements for many future situations and situations, and we have made some arrangements for some future crises, but your appearance makes me feel that there seems to be a deviation in the future. It is a pity that Xiao Qin is not here, otherwise , you can ask him, but at this time, it is useless to say anything, and the future can only be placed on you."

At the last moment of his life, Zhang Dong's face was calm, and he didn't show the slightest nostalgia. He didn't seem to have too much nostalgia for this world.

Even if you really want to say that there is, it is unwilling to completely suppress the spirit.

In fact, since the Republic of China to the present, he has lived for a long time, and his life is very tiring. For him, living a long time is a punishment, but if he can, he is willing to bear this punishment, even endlessly. willing.

But there is a limit to a person's lifespan. No matter how strong he is, he has not taken that step. He is still a human being. As long as he is a human being, he will die. It is not easy to live to this day.

"I see some hope in you. Although the paths you take are different from ours, it is precisely these differences that give this era a glimmer of life and hope. It's a pity that the time left for you in the future is really great. Running out."

After Zhang Dong finished speaking, he looked at Sun Xing.

At this moment, his life had already come to an end, and he had expected it long ago, so he looked at everything very plainly.

At the last moment of his life, his muddy eyes became extremely bright, as if he saw hope from the young man in front of him.

"I will do my best to solve the supernatural. In my life, there is no word of compromise. I will find a way to completely end the supernatural."

Sun Xing's eyes glowed, and he said firmly.

"Have you got an idea?"

Zhang Dong opened his mouth slowly, seeming to be aroused by his interest.

"There is only a vague direction, master all supernatural beings, and become the only existence, maybe by that time, I will no longer be me"

Sun Xing said.

"Spirituality involves many things. Similarly, no one can say what the end of spirituality is. Although your ideas are a bit wild, they may not have a chance of success, but I'm curious, what do you think you will become when that time comes? "

"god!"

"To some extent, ghosts and gods are very similar existences."

"Perhaps, the end of ghosts is God."

Sun Xing muttered to himself, and the words he spit out were astonishing.

"It sounds a bit whimsical, but at least it has a little direction."

Zhang Dong nodded, it seems that the limit of human beings can only reach his level.

He has come to the end of this road, and he can't completely end the supernatural.

Perhaps when that time really comes, the existence of supernatural beings can be ended, and they can only be called gods.

"Okay, the time is coming soon, and everything in the future will be handed over to you."

It seemed that he was talking to himself and he seemed to be speaking to Sun Xing and others. In short, Zhang Dong, who was lying on the Taishi chair, stopped with his outstretched hands, and leaned back on the chair like a tired old man. , slowly closed his eyes.

And at this moment, exactly twelve o'clock.

So far, a generation of legends, Zhang Dong, the most powerful ghost master who suppressed ghosts for an era, has officially come to an end!

tick tock~
Almost at the same time Zhang Dong closed his eyes, there was a sound of water droplets slowly coming from outside. The sound sounded like it was in the distance, but if you listen carefully, you will find that the sound seems to be outside the door again, as if the sound is far away. Pretty close to average.

Tread ~ Tread ~
In addition, there was a burst of hurried footsteps coming from outside, which sounded very noisy.

The sound of dripping water followed by the sound of footsteps reached everyone's ears. Sun Xing stood up, came to the door, and looked out.

In the distance, raindrops continued to drip and hit the ground.

But near him, in front of him, there was no rain falling, and even the air showed a dry, stale atmosphere.

The rain did not come down to them.

There is no influence in the old house.

Infinite flames burned in Sun Xing's eyes. Looking into the distance, he saw the sound of a bus breaking down in front of him, and a group of guys with strange looks and expressions ran out of the car one after another. Some of these people There are ghosts, and there are ghost masters.

But at this moment, although this group of people panicked, their direction was very clear. They were walking towards this old house.

And the next thing to face is the funeral. The direct appearance of this group of people in the old house will definitely arouse the suspicion of the people outside.

But this time, it was not a simple matter. It was not only about the life and death of the people outside, but also about the life and death of the people themselves.

It can be said that they have the same goal.

And if I want to leave, I still need the help of this group of people outside, and I must use the hands of these people to complete the funeral.

Soon, he brought people back to the back hall and met with this group of people. He felt that it was better to be in the back hall.

Although everyone didn't know what his purpose was, at this moment, no one questioned him, they all held their breath, stayed around him, and waited quietly.

Soon, the door of the ancient house was pushed open.

Yang Jian took the lead with a cracked spear in his hand, and was the first to step into the ancient house.

His ghost eyes opened subconsciously, peeking at himself, to ensure his safety.

However, the sight of ghost eyes is indeed pitch black, and nothing can be seen.

"Spiritual interference. The sight of ghost eyes has been affected. This old house is not simple."

Yang Jian's expression froze, and he spoke.

And behind him, there was also a large group of people, which looked somewhat similar to Sun Xing's team, but the number was undoubtedly larger.

Li Yang, Yang Xiaohua, Zhou Deng, and a group of messengers, Wang Feng, Da Qiang, Lao Ying and others followed one after another. At this moment, this group of people is looking around, paying attention and vigilance to everything around them.

"It's a very exquisite old house, well preserved, and it's worth a little money if it's placed outside."

Zhou Deng looked at it and gave an evaluation of the house.

Then there was another sound of footsteps.

Yang Jian led the crowd around the courtyard. At this moment, in front of them, there was a corridor, deep and dark, they didn't know where they were leading, and they couldn't see the end at first glance, like a road of no return.

There are rooms on the left and right sides of the corridor, and the rooms near the outside can still be seen, but the rooms inside cannot be seen clearly because they have been shielded by darkness.

"Room."

Yang Jian touched the key in his hand. It was the key given to him by the ghost chef. Now he can be sure that this is the deal between the ghost chef and himself.

Just open the door and nothing else needs to be done.

But he didn't open the door right away. It was impossible for him to do such a reckless thing when the situation was unclear.

What's more, the deal between Ghost Chef and him is still a long time away, and he feels that he can take risks without rushing.

When Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and looked at the lobby, his face immediately became gloomy, and the split spear in his hand shook involuntarily.

There is a person sitting in the middle of the lobby.

No.

This should not be a person.

To be precise, it was a corpse. This corpse looked like a very old man. He was tall and thin. The dark brown skin on his body was loose and covered with corpse spots. It seemed that he had just died not long ago.

"A corpse."

"What is a corpse afraid of? There are so many of us here, what are we afraid of?"

"This corpse looks very special. If it's a ghost, it must be very fierce. It's better to be on guard."

Immediately afterwards, there was a noisy sound outside the house, and it seemed that there were some small differences among the people.

"Go to the back hall and have a look."

Soon, Sun Xing's expression fluctuated, and the people in the front hall were coming!
After confirming that there was no movement from the corpse, Yang Jian walked around to the back hall.

As soon as he arrived at the back hall, he saw a vermilion lacquer coffin. There was such an incense burner beside the coffin. A few incense sticks appeared in it at some point, and they were burning slowly at the moment, exuding a vague fragrance.

But the next moment.

He looked to the side, his eyes suddenly became cold.

"Huh? It's you!"

After Yang Jian glanced around, his pupils trembled, and he soon spotted a few figures standing in the corner and an acquaintance among them.

"Fuck! Is there really someone?"

Zhou Deng, who followed, couldn't help but exclaimed.

Due to the suppression of the spirit, coupled with the interference of the spirit, he was unable to use ghost eyes, so he barely noticed the people who had been staying in the back hall.

"Sun Xing?"

At this moment, Yang Jian and Zhou Deng both recognized the figure in the back hall.

"Why are you here?"

Yang Jian's eyes were cold, and he held a cracked spear, standing at the front and questioning.

Although he knew and fought against this person, he had no friendship with him.

"We came before you, but we came from the back door, and you came from the front door, that's all. There is really no difference between us. I have no obligation to tell you."

Holding an iron bar, Sun Xing also stood at the front of the group, and the two confronted each other through the vermilion lacquer coffin.

"Is he Sun Xing? No wonder he dared to talk to Yang Jian like that."

Behind Yang Jian, some ghost masters spoke slowly.

They didn't know this person, but they had heard of this person's deeds, a man who made a big fuss at the headquarters, a man who almost overturned the headquarters.

"Brother Sun, we were forced to come here. We can't stay outside anymore. You came here early. Could it be that you came here specially for this ghostly place?"

Zhou Deng's expression changed. The group of ghost masters was different from the messengers of Yang Jian and the others. They were just forced to get on this bus. In addition, they happened to encounter a bus that stalled here. If they didn't hide Entering an ancient house, one is afraid of dying outside.

"We were also forced to come here, only a few minutes earlier than you."

Sun Xing spoke lightly.

"I'll have to stay in this place for a few days. You irrelevant people had better leave as soon as possible, and don't stay here to hinder me from doing things."

Yang Jian frowned and looked at everyone present.

He was referring to a lot of irrelevant people, and people other than this group of messengers were irrelevant in his eyes.

"Is that so?"

"A few days is too imprecise, is it seven days? Just a funeral cycle." (End of this chapter)