"That's the hand How can it be? That hand is moving... "

"I want to go home, I want to go home, I miss my mother, wuwuwu!"

"Shut up

Lin Yueyao gave a sharp drink, and she was also afraid. She held her breath and calmed down. Every hair seemed to stand up, but she knew that it was useless to be afraid. If brother Feng could not take them out, what would happen even if they were afraid?

Who is not afraid? But can fear solve the problem?

The bloody hand, thin and bony, as if only skin and bones were left, just grasped the white jade sarcophagus. A bloodstain appeared, and the nail cap was even more gripping the white jade stone hanging, rattling.

Qin Jun's heart was awe inspiring, and he moved forward step by step. The air around him became tense, but he was the only hope, and he could not shrink back.

"Wang Mian, is that you?"

Qin Jun asked in a deep voice.

Quiet, quiet strange, quiet terrible, no response.

"Wang Mian!"

Qin Jun called again.

"Wang Mian..."

Qin Jun frowned tightly. When he came to the coffin, the lid of the coffin suddenly flew up and smashed around. A row of candlesticks were directly smashed to the ground, causing a burst of dust.

Dust, Qin Jun has not had time to see more, the coffin, the blood hand is toward himself.

"Brother Feng

"Brother Qin!"

The eyes of all the people were uneasy. They saw that Qin Jun was grasped in the coffin, and their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley.

Isn't it over?

Once Qin Jun died, they could not have any life at all.

Qin Jun hit the bloody hand with one punch, but it didn't mean to let go. Looking at it, it turned out to be a man in his twenties. His eyes were white, his face was ferocious, and his hands were covered with blood.

"Wang Mian!"

Qin Jun took a breath of cold air. Although he didn't know Wang Mian, he knew that he was one of Lin Yueyao's many classmates, and the only one who was lost was him.

Wang Mian did not respond at all, but took out his hand to Qin Jun's chest.

Qin Jun's face was cold, and he jumped out of the coffin. Wang Mian also rose up, like a shell, and rushed to Qin Jun.

Qin Jun's double fists were blocked, his shoulders were sunk, his knees were squatted, and one stroke of leaning against the mountain only shook Wang Mian two steps, while Wang Mian twisted his neck, the sound of which was shocking.

"Wang Mian! It's Wang Mian! Is he possessed by a ghost? "

"I'm afraid, I just want to go home..."

People panic, Wang Mian's appearance, once again let them put the heart to the throat.

Qin Jun found that Wang Mian was stronger and more terrible than Li Lele, because his eyes were conscious. Although they were very vague, Qin Jun could not understand them, but the anger and despair in his eyes made Qin Jun feel cold.

Bang Bang -

with continuous impact and amazing boxing, Qin Jun did not expect that this guy was even more powerful than he thought. He should be a terrible ghost.

Wang Mian is possessed!

In the eyes of Qin Jun, he was extremely hot. He fought more than ten moves, but he didn't win or lose. Qin Jun knew that he really met his opponent this time. This man is not simple.

And this guy is not human!

This is the most terrible thing. Qin Jun didn't know his weakness at all, let alone what the devil he was. Wang Mian's body seemed to have the help of God. He had a crazy impact and didn't know pain and fatigue.

"Return my wife's life..."