Chapter 186.

I was so panicked in my heart that I brought the torch in my hand a little closer and took a closer look, and suddenly realized that the figure of the Hanged Ghost had all become a little illusory, and there were countless holes on it, as if they were small holes scuttled out by worms in the dirt. On his face was the same kind of terrified look as the other stone statues around him.

Looking at him in this state, I was a little scared in my heart, fearing that he would forever become in such a state. I reached out and gently pushed him a bit, luckily I was still able to touch his body, it hadn't become so void. But when I thought that my fingers had just touched him, it was as if his body had lost the power to support him, and he immediately leaned back and hit the ground with a bang.

I became increasingly nervous and patted his face, but after waiting for a while, I still didn't see him return to a little bit of consciousness. I just feel my hands and feet cold, thinking that Ding Ding may have a way to help him, really can not, find a ghost mound out to raise him in it is also good.

I put the rear torch aside, and lifted his body up with force, even to prevent him from slipping down, I pulled out the belt and tied him to my back. I just wanted to leave, but on second thought, Tintin reasoned that Lin Tian was with him, so maybe Lin Tian had also turned into a statue.

I slightly hesitated for a moment, holding a torch in the vicinity of the spare a circle, every stone statue, almost all looked again and again, for fear that I look at the exposure of what, but turned around twice, to determine that there is no whereabouts of Lin Tian. Only then did I lose a long breath, pulling the hanging ghost tighter a some, rushing in the direction of Ding Ding's escape to chase over.

This way has become peaceful again, Ding Ding was cut by my left arm by mistake, along the way everywhere blood, occasionally there will be one or two bloody palm prints on the wall. Although in the eyes of some miserable, but this shows that Ding Ding still have the strength to continue to escape, has not fallen into the way of the Nine-tailed Fox.

I followed the bloodstains all the way, but when I arrived in front of a stone room, the bloodstains suddenly disappeared. I couldn't care less, and I didn't care if there would be other ghosts and monsters that I attracted. I directly shouted out Ding Ding's name, but my voice traveled far, but I never heard an echo.

I blankly glanced around, the dark alleyway before and after, all the shadows of me alone. Even the sound of my heartbeat was extra loud, and reaching out to touch my forehead, I realized that I was out in a cold sweat.

I looked down to take a good look at the bloodstains on the floor, which seemed to point to a stone room in front of me. There was no trace of it at all when I got there, and I hurriedly ran over, but when I looked towards it, there wasn't even a single figure, I couldn't see Tintin, nor could I see that damned fox, it was as if they had all disappeared out of thin air.

I want to continue to look forward, but out of a few steps, and feel wrong, slowly back toward the stone room to look again, hands and feet will be completely cold.

Just now also empty place, suddenly more a rectangular table, like the ancient reading and writing table. On it were inkstones and brushes, and in the center of it, long scrolls were laid out, and although they were covered in dust, standing in my position, I could still tell that they were filled with writing. What makes me even more panicked is that after this desk, there is a man with bundled hair, his face pressed against the desktop, collapsed on it and did not move!

I stared at him in a daze did not dare to face forward, the heart also said not what the reason, although I was anxious to Ding Ding to find out, but looking at the table spread scroll, inexplicably feel that the above written I want to know something, can not help but stretch his neck to want to go to see a clear.

But the firelight in my hand is limited, and this withered hand has burned a large part of the hand, and even in the hand is a little hot, long ago has not been bright. If I had known that there would be such a thing, when I first got the torch, I wouldn't have discouraged Ding Ding, and directly chopped the zombie's thighs and carried it away.

So I had to walk towards the inside some, even if each step is very slow, always pay attention to this that ambush on the table of the man, made up his mind as long as he moves, I scattered legs to run out. But fortunately the man never moved a muscle as I came to the table, but I didn't let my guard down all the same, and just turned my head sideways to see what was written on the scroll.

But this look was a bit disappointing, because I simply could not distinguish the font written on it, and I now understand the simplified Chinese characters are too different, and the writing is also very scribbled, I can only vaguely recognize a few words, for example, it seems to mention the words of a certain general, and at first glance the beginning and the end of the beginning and the end of the end, it is somewhat like an epitaph.

I pondered slightly, thinking about the point, my body inexplicably trembled, as if all the thoughts in my head had collapsed!

I remembered in a trance that when I was surrounded by that group of corpses under the one-wood coffin, the person who snatched the bloodper from my hand seemed to be wearing a dress similar to the armor of a military general. I remembered his imposing stance, although he was already dead and had even turned into a skeleton, he still had the heroic spirit of leading a group of corpses into battle.

During the time I left the one-wood coffin, I had been guessing according to what the man in the Chinese mountain suit had said, and in my heart, I almost drew an equivalence between the great lord in his mouth and the skeleton I had seen. I had a bold idea in my head that the town at the bottom of the mountain was the original Jiu Ye Village under the Doki Coffin. And the orientation of this place is like the cave with no exit under the one-wood coffin.

This place, it's hard to believe that it's the grave of the Grand Master!

According to the atmosphere of the Tan family's residence I saw in Jiu Ye village, coupled with its status as a military general, it is possible and capable of creating such a tomb privately.

But since the Grand Master's body is under the coffin, that means this is actually an empty tomb, even if there are some corpses inside, I don't think it will be the Grand Master himself.

I just don't understand, since there is no need to store corpses here, why do you have to labor to build this place? Inside neither placed property, nor like to benefit the well-being of future generations to choose, this superfluous behavior, in the end is to what?

But I think, these secrets that I can't figure out, may be one of the purposes that my father wants to come here.

I carefully reached out my hand, trying to pull the scroll out from under the man with the bunched hair. Whether the contents of this scroll were useful or not, even if it was just a record of the Grand Master's life, it was still very crucial to our understanding of this man, and if we could take it out and find someone to translate its contents, this trip would be worthwhile.

I was extremely careful with every movement, for fear of tearing the scroll with too much force. However, I pulled a little, the scroll was pressed by this man under his body, no matter from which angle there is no way to pull it out.

I was a little anxious in my heart, stopped to observe the man's posture, look at his right hand holding the brush, his left hand hanging down at his side, as if he was tired after writing this, and as a result, he leaned on it to rest a little, and passed away in his sleep. But the strange thing is, his exposed hand, surprisingly looks still very pink, and not that kind of miserable white color, there is no sign of decay on his body. It was as if he had just passed away not long ago.

I slowly raised my hand, gently pulling on his loose cuff, slightly lifting it towards the top, his hand was moved to the side by me, and it was a good thing that nothing unexpected happened in the middle of the process. Only then did I breathe a small sigh of relief, and slowly came around behind him, wanting to move his head as well.

But it wasn't as easy now than it had been before, and I didn't even know where to put my outstretched hand, whether to tug on his hair or his collar was a real question. The more nervous I got. The more my mind came up with weird and wacky encounters. Another one where I ripped his head off, another one where he suddenly leaned back over and stared at me with one eye or something like that.

All in all it was like a lot of ordinary people who didn't have anything weird happen to them and got themselves all worked up about it.

But to be honest, I really didn't want to look at this man's face, even if he didn't have a single trace of a dead body on his face, or was even stunningly handsome, I didn't want to even take a glance at him, because my heart would always be thinking towards the worst, and I didn't want to look at him if I could.

I slowly put my hands on the sides of his head, just want to force, but suddenly realized that this body actually has a temperature! I was shocked in my heart, immediately did not dare to move, listened carefully, only then noticed that this body is still breathing, although the breathing rate is very slow and slow, I can hardly see the rise and fall of his chest, but it is really continuing!

I "snapped" to let go of my hand, the whole person through the hanging ghost, directly attached to the wall. My mind could not help but think of the "living corpse" Ding Ding usually told me, this thing is very complicated to understand, as the name suggests, is a living corpse, it has life, but actually dead.

But no matter what, this kind of thing I can not deal with. I now have only one thought in my head, is to quickly escape, but who knows I moved my feet, suddenly scratched, almost fell a dog shit, this place is a masonry floor, even a little bit of water stains, even let me scratch a little.

My heart is even more uneasy, thinking that it may be the corpse oil of this living corpse exposed. But fixed eyes toward the ground a look, suddenly found a pool of blood on the ground, in the upward look, I just noticed that the blood is actually from the man hanging down the hand flow down. I looked at his arm, the clothes were blood stains printed open a large piece.

My body a jolt, hastily reached out and picked up this person's head to take a look, that face, who is not Ding Ding!

No wonder I walked to this place suddenly couldn't find him, but I don't understand just these few minutes gone, how did he become like this, not only the clothes on his body changed, but also his hair grew so long that it had been coiled on his head like the ancients!

His eyes closed tightly, I hugged him gently shook, he only slowly will eyes open, I see he still have a moment, just want to laugh, who knows he looked at me, the expression of extraordinarily cold, and usually completely different.

I have not even laughed out, was violently pushed by him, pressed the hangman fell to the ground, full of puzzled look at him. He stood up, even ignoring the wounds on his hands, still coldly looking at me, suddenly used another person's voice to say to me, thou art a man!

I heard this tone, and think about the current situation, dumbfounded looking at him, heart suddenly a cold, think this is …… ghost possessed!