The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 335
The deep mountains at night are extremely quiet, with the sound of wind and forest waves everywhere, and now there is a figure in the dark old forest.

Zhao Ling carried her bag on her back, and flicked the flashlight in her hand from time to time. As the entrance of the cave got closer to her, the yin energy seemed to soar into the sky and radiated violently to the surroundings.

Zhao Ling walked around the outside of the cave, just in case, so he pasted a few ghost-repelling charms at the entrance, looked up at the hazy moonlight, stepped forward, and stepped on the dry soil to go deep into the cave .

Entering the cave, the place is unexpectedly hot and stuffy, the light becomes less and less as you go in, and gradually it becomes a darkness where you can't see your fingers.

She turned the flashlight to the maximum and looked around. In fact, this is just an ordinary cave, but only from the outside, it is actually hidden inside.

Sensing the evil energy in the depths of the cave, she stood still, stopped near the entrance, held her breath for a while, and then began to form the formation.

The cave has no back and forth, and the entrance is small and narrow, so there is no wind inside, and she walked around outside just now. Although the reason is unknown, it is obvious that the soil near the cave is drier than other places.

The absence of wind and water is regarded as a great evil, and all the ghosts who died here were trapped here, and the condensed resentment formed this - Hundred Ghosts Cave over time.

Zhao Ling untied the plastic bag in her hand, and poured the prepared live fish and stream water into a bucket. As the saying goes, water with fish is "living water". What she has to do is to break the feng shui of this place .

Then Zhao Ling pasted a few "wind-inducing" talismans around, and drew a curse on the ground. After working for a long time, he finally got everything ready.

Zhao Ling looked around, thinking that if she could stay safe overnight, she would break the pattern here, so she sat down cross-legged, opened and closed her mouth, and recited the Zhao family's scriptures for salvation.

She read it in the middle of the night, feeling less evil around her, and her heart relaxed. The great satisfaction made her relax her vigilance, and finally couldn't resist the tiredness, so she took a small nap.

But who would have thought that in such a blink of an eye, she could smell a strong musty smell, with the man's screams, women's and children's cries threateningly strangling her neck!

Zhao Ling suddenly opened her eyes, facing the empty cave, but her neck was tightened more and more tightly. It felt like countless hands were pulling her head hard. I can barely speak.

When the day was still bright, she felt that the cave was full of resentment, and now that the night was dark, the feeling was even worse.

While struggling, the corner of her eye glanced at the empty barrels and dead fish not far away, and Zhao Ling was terrified. Generally speaking, the worse a person dies, the heavier the resentment, and the fiercer the ghost, but no matter how fierce they are, There should be less than a hundred ghosts here, how can such a heavy resentment make their Zhao family's yellow talisman look like waste paper?

Zhao Ling didn't have time to think about it, she made a formula with her left hand, and silently recited the ghost-binding spell, but the number of ghosts was huge, and her spell didn't work, but was gradually overwhelmed by their resentment...

But at the moment when Zhao Ling felt that his head and neck were about to be torn apart, there was a "jingling" sound of the iron chain hitting the stone wall in the distance.

She rolled her eyelids weakly, and a girl in a white sweatshirt jumped into her eyes.

At the juncture of life and death, Qiao Wan, who was usually as slow as a tortoise, took a rare speed, and saw her walking through the wind with a mortal body, suppressing her usual lukewarmness, and pulling the chains into the air behind her with blazing eyes.

What followed was a sound similar to that of firecrackers exploding in the air.

With a "snap", the pressure on her neck also faded away, and she finally got a moment's breath.

As a ghost messenger, Qiao Wan would be more or less afraid of her identity as long as she was a ghost.

But that was in a [-]V[-] situation, now...

Qiao Guan glanced at the depths of the cave, and before Zhao Ling could react, he dragged her and ran away.

During the period, the two of them looked back for a while, both of them were shocked.

What kind of ghost cave is this? It is clearly a purgatory on earth!
There are more ghosts in the cave than they imagined, and the deaths are all extremely miserable. Among them, men and women, old and young, some have their hearts cut out, some have their limbs cut off, and even when they glanced at them, Qiao Wan was still in the crowd. I saw a pregnant woman who was disemboweled before death, her baby spirit was inside her, blinking, looking at her eeriely...

Zhao Ling's face was pale as the wind whistled beside his ears. He tried his best to keep up with Qiao Wan's pace.

Now there is a group behind them, a group on the left, and a group on the right. These ghosts are extremely vicious, chasing their steps with great resentment. Qiao Wan has no idea how to hold on to his ghostly aura. , her enchantment will be shattered, and if she is caught at that time, there is no doubt that they will tear them apart, crush them, and force them to become one of them!
Qiao Wan didn't dare to stop, it's important to escape!
But those souls were not stupid, they cast spells if they couldn't catch up...

Qiao Guan looked at the ghost hitting the wall that suddenly appeared in front of him, cursed secretly, took a stack of yellow paper from Zhao Ling, ignited the will-o'-the-wisp with a "boom", and then patted it up without thinking.

When the blue flame touched the wall, it felt like it was burning on cotton, and there was another "boom", directly burning a big hole. Seeing the opportunity, Qiao Wan pulled Zhao Ling and jumped out. .

When everything calmed down and the hazy moonlight reflected on the faces of the two of them again, Qiao Wan looked up at the dark sky and turned to face Zhao Ling.

She thought she was frightened, but when she got closer, she realized that the dignified descendants of the Zhao family were kneeling on a big rock and weeping bitterly.

"Fortunately, I have been practicing Taoism since I was a child, so... I can even get the Hundred Ghost Cave and the Ten Thousand Burial Mouth wrong!"

Qiao Wan froze for a moment, then looked back.

She had heard of Wanzhukou before, and in layman's terms, it was a large cemetery. In ancient times, after a battle, there would inevitably be dead people, including civilians and ordinary people who were implicated nearby. At this time, because there were too many corpses, She had to dig a big pit and bury them together. She guessed that this cave might be the original burial place.

And because the location of the cave is quite ominous, she thought to herself that maybe the person who picked this place was a Taoist priest or monk with a certain level of cultivation, so he thought of using the Feng Shui pattern to trap these innocent souls.

Generally speaking, people who were killed on the battlefield, especially the civilians and women who were tortured, their murderous aura and resentment were very heavy, and the underworld... couldn't deal with it, so most of them ignored it.

And when she was on errand, she also heard from her seniors that if she encountered such a large cemetery, she had to take a detour, otherwise she would just drag herself into it.

Zhao Ling felt sad, lowered her head and quietly wiped her tears.

She didn't expect that just because of her own impulsiveness, she would rashly go up to the door to make an ax without observing for a few days, and now she almost lost her life...

She felt ashamed of her family, covered her face and beat the ground, crying, "I'm useless..."

Qiao Guan squatted beside her and asked, "That cave can't even be broken by you?"

Zhao Ling shook his head: "It's not just me, there is no one who can understand Wan Zankou."

After all, it is the resentment of tens of thousands of ghosts, no living person can bear it.

Qiao Wan looked at her in surprise, lowered her head and thought for a while, then got up and walked aside.

"what are you doing?"

Zhao Ling saw that she was looking for a piece of wood in the woods and was writing and drawing there with a saber in her hand. She took a closer look curiously, and there were a few large characters engraved on it profusely: Beasts haunt.

"..."

The corner of Zhao Ling's mouth twitched, watching her insert the wood into the hole, and suddenly said "ah", "My sleeping bag and backpack are still inside."

Qiao Guan looked back at her, frowned and said, "You still want to go back? Do you want to die? Anyway, you have to leave tomorrow, so you can squeeze with me tonight."

Hearing this, Zhao Ling sized her up for a while, but didn't refute.

It wasn't too late, the two of them were walking on the path back to the camp, occasionally glancing at their watches, it was not yet ten o'clock.

Zhao Ling silently followed her, looked at her back thoughtfully, and said after a long time: "Qiao Wan, I can see that you have a life-or-death catastrophe. This year, if there is no noble person to help you, you will not be able to survive..."

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, but didn't stop walking: "I know."

Zhao Ling paused and raised his eyes in surprise.

Qiao Guan sighed: "My catastrophe...is doomed. When the time comes, I have to go back to the underworld. No one can solve it."

Zhao Ling was silent for a long time, then shook his head and retorted: "No, I know a person who is proficient in changing life. This time you saved me, I should pay you back a favor. I will leave tomorrow to find that uncle. It is him, there must be a way to save you from disaster."

The uncle Zhao Ling talked about was actually another family of ghost hunting that was comparable to their Zhao family.

When she was a child, she had personally seen that uncle changing someone's fate. After all, it was against the heavens. Unless the friendship was very good or the price was high, Mr. Yin Yang who knew a little bit would not easily mess up other people's horoscope.

But when it comes to the procedure of changing one's life, it's actually not too cumbersome, but not everyone can do it. She remembered that when she was young, she saw that uncle buried a living person according to folk customs and burned it on the grave. Lost his birth date, buried his clothes in a tomb, and I don't know what he did afterwards...

But she thought to herself, maybe that uncle used the method of death first and rebirth later. When everything is ready, the man is unearthed, and he will be reborn as a human again.

The more Zhao Ling talked, the more excited she became, and she wished she could spread her wings and find her uncle right away.

Xia Feng blew across his face, Qiao Wan stared at his braid that was blown up, and said without any hope: "I hope."

It has been ten years since I was reborn at the age of eight. I thought it would be a lot of time, but it is also fleeting.

During this period, because of her special status, she didn't make many friends, even fewer female friends, and Zhao Ling should be regarded as one of her few same-sex friends who could speak a few words...

"If I'm alive next year, let's make an appointment to hang out."

In fact, she also wants to be like an ordinary girl, shopping, eating snacks, shopping for clothes...

Zhao Ling nodded without thinking: "Okay, next year I will go to BJ with my father, and I will contact you then."

Qiao Wan also nodded, the safety buckle hanging on his chest seemed to be a little colder.

(End of this chapter)