Expert 1

There are still the same towering woods next to it, the same deep weeds, and the same moonlight shining on the top. As the outline of the audio-visual education building becomes clearer and clearer, the atmosphere next to it slowly becomes weird, and the moonlight gradually turns into It was pale white, and something seemed to be constantly flowing in the surrounding air, and the crows began to cry more and more.

Is it an illusion? Or is this the real path of an unjust ghost? He Jianfei had no time to think about it. He had already run to the intersection at the fastest speed in his life, rushed in without any hesitation, and shouted: "I'm already here, don't hurt any more lives!" Before the words fell, He Jianfei was already stunned. Immediately, through the pale moonlight, one could make out a corpse lying on the ground, bleeding profusely, with bulging eyes, a wide mouth, and a look of fear on his face.

Zhang Chuanxun died on the main school road, and his senior brother died on a small tree by the roadside... Now the body appears on the top of Chigang.

The Enemy Ghost Road finally started killing people on its territory. It was indeed a demonstration! Is he already a step too late?

"No!" He Jianfei was so shocked and angry that he yelled: "You just want to lure me out. I'm already here. Why do you want to kill one more life? Come out, Dong Hao! No matter how deep you are, Can't a group of twenty-three lives be enough to withstand the hatred?!" The surroundings were quiet, with no sound at all, except for the occasional whimpering of leaves from the ancient trees nearby.

He Jianfei saw a shiny object in the distance, which seemed to be a silver-plated lighter. Of the deceased?

He Jianfei thought about it and stepped forward to pick it up and take a closer look. Suddenly, a bloodless white hand stretched out from the grass nearby and picked up the lighter one step faster than He Jian.

He Jianfei was startled and quickly retracted his hand. At this moment, a strong wind blew and pushed aside the grass covering the white hands.

He Jianfei took a sharp breath and staggered two steps in an instant. Because that white hand, that white hand that touched the lighter but then let go, had no body behind it, just a lonely broken arm, slowly touching on the path under the strange moonlight, touching... He kept touching He Jianfei's feet.

He Jianfei, who broke out in a cold sweat and was almost completely unconscious, suddenly woke up the moment the white hand was about to touch his foot, jumped back, and at the same time, a bone-chilling chill unlike any other in the world hit his ankles.

Ghost energy coming directly from the underworld? He Jianfei was still undecided, but the white hand still slowly swam towards him.

Disturbing the mind with fear and then taking the opportunity to kill them is a common method used by ghosts to kill people. He Jianfei hurriedly jumped back a few steps and pulled open his windbreaker. The relic necklace inside, which had been ready to be moved, suddenly shone with golden light.

in the grass

"Squeak!" There was a strange cry, and the white hands turned into a puff of white smoke and dispersed. The crisis was over, He Jianfei managed to calm down, but his feet were still shaking uncontrollably. He had followed his master for so many years, and he had seen tens of thousands of innocent souls, but it had never been as shocking to his heart as this time, to the point where he was completely numb for a while. , almost lost his life.

Just after escaping from the white hand, He Jianfei felt the chill behind him again, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Slowly turning his head, he could clearly see with the corner of his eye a floating white figure standing in the dense grass. His face was covered by long hair, and his body was hunched, standing about 2 meters away from He Jianfei. However, But the voice was as clear as if it was close to the ear: "My life can be paid for with twenty-three people; my hatred can never be repaid!" He Jianfei stood blankly, Those two sentences seemed to have magic power, lingering in his ears.

Has Dong Hao's hatred reached this level? What major event happened in their class back then that could make a weak woman make such a strong determination to never be reincarnated, and would rather become an everlasting horror legend?

He Jianfei lowered his head to look at the relic necklace, which was surrounded by golden light. He knew that there was a lot of ghost energy here. Although the relic necklace was powerful, I was afraid it could only last for fifteen minutes.

But he really wanted to know the inside story of the twists and turns back then. He twisted his neck and wanted to turn his head to talk to Dongyao directly, but he was afraid of angering Dongyao. He didn't bring any powerful magic weapons, so he had no chance of winning. .

After a long while, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his voice: "I don't know how deep your hatred is, but I believe that even the deep-rooted wheel of fate can be solved, let alone hatred, it's just a matter of difficulty. I advise Dong Ou A word from my senior, turn back when you have time to do so. Don't harm other people's lives or aggravate your own sins. Otherwise, even if the Tathagata comes in person, it will be difficult to save you!" A faint laughter came from behind: "Destiny? It turns out that the Buddhists are famous in the magic world. Does the first disciple also think that this is just a predetermined fate?" He Jianfei raised his eyebrows: "Since you know that I am a member of the magic world, aren't you afraid that I will ask helpers to send you to the eighteenth level of hell and never be reincarnated? ? It's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies, I don't think you understand this truth?"