C149 dead

We can't be too special if we're going to save people. So we knelt on the ground, just like the other kids, and just inconspicuously inched forward.

As I walked on my knees, I thought to myself, "Ghost prisoners are a bad thing, but they're an old man. Which one of us Hu Village has never kneeled before him before? I'll let you down today. "

I comforted myself, but I was still a little upset. It's fine that I don't know his identity, but now that I know he's my sworn enemy, I can't take this lying down.

Later on, I could only delude myself into thinking: I'll just treat him as a kneeling son. When I turn around, I'll catch him and make him kneel for three days and three nights.

Mr. Zhao suddenly pulled me, and whispered in my ear. "Eldest Nephew, aren't you being a little too eager to save him?"

I snapped out of my daze and realized that I was already in front.

At this point, I realized that there were people around the coffin. These people were either sitting or standing. Some were drinking tea, some were reading books. I don't know if they're alive or dead, because they're inverted and there's no difference between life and death.

I knew in my heart that this was probably the third layer that Grandpa Gu had once experienced.

I knelt on the ground and carefully raised my head. Then, I looked at each of them one by one. I couldn't find my foster-grandpa.

There were a few people behind the coffin, but they had their backs to me and the light was bad, so I didn't know who they were for the moment. Maybe the foster-grandpa was inside.

The Mr. Zhao whispered, "The Ghost Prison might be inside that coffin. Let's bend down and quietly go around it. He probably won't be able to see it. "

I said to the Mr. Zhao, "You're just hoping for the plum to stop thirsty, this is clearly a lie, do you think I can believe it?"

Mr. Zhao laughed: "You better believe me. After you believe me, be more confident."

He was silent for a while and then said, "If the Ghost Convicts see you, you must not tell them the truth. Just say that you are Erhu and have come to return the fan. If you admit that you are Hu Chujiu, then the odds are against you. "

I said, "I am Er Hu, why would I impersonate Hu Chujiu?"

Mr. Zhao nodded with approval. Then he patted me on the shoulder.

I steeled my heart, gritted my teeth and crawled forward, while Mr. Zhao crawled towards Grandpa Gu.

I looked back and saw that Xia Xin was gone. I was shocked. "Where did she go?"

I have absolute faith in Xia Xin's character. It was impossible for her to escape. But why was she gone? Could it be that he met with some danger and was captured by someone without anyone knowing? Just like Grandpa Gu.

At this time, I heard Mr. Zhao anxiously say, "Eldest Nephew, what are you daydreaming for? Do you want to be a live target? "

I realized then that I was in a clearing, a conspicuous person.

So I quickened my pace and ran to the area that was neither human nor ghost. I gestured to Mr. Zhao and said, "Xia Xin has disappeared."

I didn't dare to speak here, so I tried to speak. Fortunately, Mr. Zhao understood and then he gestured to me, "Just take care of yourself. Xia Xin is smarter than you."

This was a bit hurtful, but it was the truth. Xia Xin was a living corpse, he should be like a fish back in water in this damned place.

So I took a deep breath and stepped forward tentatively.

The things that are around you... Let me call them people for now. Because even though they were standing still, when I passed by, they would turn their heads and stare at me.

I didn't look at them. I lowered my head and hurried towards the coffin.

At that moment, someone patted my shoulder. My body shuddered and I couldn't help but stop in my tracks.

I'm a bit regretful. He patted me on the head. I'm leaving, so what can I do to him? Now that I had stopped, it would not be so easy to escape suddenly.

This kind of life experience came from the long struggle he had with dogs in the village when he was young.

Ninety percent of our Hu Village dogs are loose. The dogs' job was to watch over the house and protect the yard, but they often extended their authority to cover the ten meters of the street right next to their house.

Therefore, when small children passed by the door, the dogs would often chase them and bark loudly. If you ignore him and walk on your own with your head lowered, then forget it.

If you were scared by it, you wouldn't dare to move anymore. He'll probably come up and smell you and let you go.

If you stop first and then run, it can chase you from east to west.

Of course, this experience only applies to normal dogs. If you met someone who had just fed or had a violent personality, even if you held a knife, they would still bite you.

Based on this experience, I tried my best to calmly turn around before expressionlessly looking at the person behind me.

An expressionless face could often intimidate others. Because he doesn't know what you're thinking. Maybe he'll kill you in the next second.

Of course, I gripped the hilt of my knife tightly and was ready to kill.

Behind me was a woman. She was beautiful, but half her face was gone.

The other half of her beautiful face was facing me as she faintly asked, "If a soul can't live without a physical body, then a corpse can't live without a soul. Can it live without a soul?"

I frowned and thought: Why is it like this again? I already answered once in Grandpa Gu's tomb. From this, it could be seen that Grandpa Gu was truly a shameless person. Not only did he manage to learn all three lines of defense, he even learned the problem.

I didn't say anything. The woman suddenly stretched out her hand to grab onto my clothes and asked again, "If a soul can live without a body, can a corpse live without a soul?"

I said, "I don't know."

When the woman heard this, her expression changed. Her miserable and pleading look was gone. Instead, it was malevolent: "You don't know? "Then you'll know if you stay and try."

Without waiting for her to harm me, I pulled out the dagger and wiped it across her neck.

A terrible wound had appeared on her neck. Then there was blood. Yes, out, not out.

Because of the wound, her neck could no longer support her head. As a result, her head tilted to the side, making her look even more sinister.

I struggled, but I couldn't free my hands from hers. So I started unbuttoning my coat.

She rolled her eyes and asked me again, "The soul can live without a body. Then will the body be able to live without a soul? "

I said a little angrily, "I can't live."

When the woman heard this answer, she actually laughed. She let go of me and tried to straighten her head. Then she bowed to me as politely as she could. After waiting for three hundred years, we finally got this answer. "

Then she fell to the ground, face up. Her skin and flesh rapidly rotted. In just a few seconds, I saw her bones and they quickly dimmed down. In the end, all that was left was an incomplete skeleton.

The person who was still alive a moment ago had actually turned into this. It was as if he had already died hundreds of years ago.

I turned around and suddenly saw an old man with white hair. He asked me with a face full of expectation, "If a body can't live without a soul, then a soul can't live without a body."

I saw the old man and suddenly understood why the woman had thanked me. They had already been trapped here for too long. The Yin and Yang were confused, neither living nor dying.

To them, death was a relief.

When the old man saw that I didn't say anything, he cautiously asked, "If a physical body can't live without a soul, then can a soul live without a physical body?"

His back was bent down, and he looked humble, as if he were afraid of angering me.

I could not bear it and sighed. "I can't live."

The old man grinned and said to me, "I wish you good luck and longevity."

Immediately after, his soul dispersed from his body.

I stood there and smiled a little helplessly. "I let him die, but he wished me a long life and a hundred years. It sounds funny. "

After the old man left, another child came. This child looked to be five or six years old, but his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life. It was clear that he had stayed here for countless years.

The child asked, "Soul …"

Without waiting for him to finish, I asked, "Did you see an old man? He was thin and gaunt, and his cheeks were caved in. He just got here tonight. "

The child said, "I saw him. He's over there."

He pointed at the shadows behind the coffins. I took a closer look and confirmed that there were a few people there. However, I couldn't be sure if there were foster-grandpa inside. I could only hope that the child would not lie to me.

The child tugged at the corner of my clothes and said, "If the soul is incomplete and can live, then can the body live?"

I wondered where the child was incomplete. But I said, "Not alive."

The child smiled at me in a friendly manner before collapsing onto the ground. I suddenly realized that he only had half a body. It wasn't that he was injured, but that he was born deformed.

Draw a line from the left shoulder to the right thigh. The entire left side is missing. Logically speaking, even if such a child was born, it would still be stillborn. The reason why he was able to grow to look like he was five or six years old was probably because of the special circumstances of this tomb.

It must have been the Ghost Prison, or perhaps the Ghost Prison's grand disciple, who had brought him here and left him in the third layer to confuse the Yin and Yang. These years, he shouldn't be happy.

I sighed with emotion for a while before I continued walking forward. I accidentally glanced at Mr. Zhao. He discovered that he had already loosened the rope on Grandpa Gu.

Mr. Zhao was also looking at me. Not only was he looking at me, his face was also filled with anxiety. He kept pointing at Ye Zichen's phone.

The two of us were quite far away from each other, so we couldn't hear each other's whispers. If we were to shout loudly, it would be easy for us to alert the other side of the prison. So when Mr. Zhao lets me look at my phone, is he planning to use this thing to contact me?

I pulled out my phone and saw that there was no signal at all. This is not strange. We are underground, and we are underground with dense ghost aura.

I looked at Mr. Zhao in bewilderment, not knowing what he meant.

Mr. Zhao stomped his feet in anxiousness as he scratched his phone. I gestured, feeling he was looking for a gadget.

I swiped at my cell phone in a probing manner and suddenly realized: it was Bluetooth.

Because of the ghost aura, there was no signal for his phone here, but Bluetooth could use it. I checked and found that Mr. Zhao had just changed her name to Bluetooth.