Gray, white, yellow, black, blood, blue.
My strength can still be seen against the black vengeful ghost, but against a blood-possessed malicious ghost, it's completely insufficient.
Moreover, the strength gap of blood-possessed malicious ghosts is also quite large.
It's like a headless woman; basically, she can directly decapitate and eliminate any equally powerful blood-possessed evil ghost.
She is already very fierce, and she is within the category of blood vengeance.
But now, her corpse has turned from blood to blue!
The blue is the color of ghosts, representing retribution spirits.
Blue for corpse means a true and powerful zombie, a giant zombie!
Old Qin told me that a blue zombie can capture souls, and its terror is even greater than that of a retribution ghost.
Suddenly, a severe pain shot through my hand.
I stared fiercely at my palm.
The skin seemed to be rotting, with little black spots rising to the surface, and it exuded a foul smell of decay.
The pain isn't just in the palm, but also in both feet.
My feet felt a sticky sensation in waves, as if the flesh was trying to separate from the bones.
Following that came a sharp, piercing pain at the tip of my heart, as if my heart had been pierced through...
I could hear a buzzing sound in my ear, and the words that Lao Gong had told me earlier echoed in my mind.
"The mountain is like a coffin, burying a corpse of an immortal."
"Rotten hands, rotten feet, rotten heart tip!"
The white mist in front of me turned completely into a blue color!
The body of the corpse spirit disappeared completely and was enveloped by the blue mist!
I gasped heavily and began to retreat!
Nightmare, it's impassable.
Staying here means leaving the body behind.
The Corpse Immortal is not the Headless Woman, nor is it the main soul part in the nightmare.
She is just a remnant soul, a lingering thought!
Fishermen fishing, the carp will gain spiritual intelligence.
Bury a person under a tree, and the tree will grow human faces.
The remaining thoughts of the Corpse Immortal's body, who has been in close contact with the engagement for years, her greater obsession may be related to the engagement.
Eight paper-cut people wanted to take me up the mountain.
Indeed, they did not offend me.
Although the Corpse Immortal throttled me, after she broke free from the restraint, she did not cause me any harm.
It can be seen that the remaining thoughts of the Corpse Immortal once had special affection for me.
Now, it's not the same anymore.
Extremes bring about counter-effects, deep love can give rise to hatred!
Let alone, the formation of this residual memory is so distorted!
The severe pain in my feet grew stronger and more intense.
The pain in my hands felt like flesh could fall off at any moment from my palms.
Especially my heart, it hurt so much that it felt like there was a knife inside.
I had retreated to a distance of about seven or eight meters outside the bamboo shed.
The Corpse Immortal did not follow me out.
What gushed out was a thick mist.
The blue mist raged wildly, rising above the bamboo shed, enveloping Lao Qin's coffin.
The mist was still spreading, like twisted hands reaching out to me!
"The potter!"
The earthenware pot emitted another hoarse growl.
I involuntarily twitched, but there was hesitation in my eyes.
"The potter isn't her match, but it can give you time!"
"Hurry up and use it!"
Mr. That's voice overlapped Lao Gong's, making it even more bizarre.
I finally suppressed the hesitation in my mind and directly took out a earthenware pot.
The sensation of decay in my fingers was even stronger, as if the flesh underneath the skin was rotting.
I stuffed the tip of my index finger into the pot's mouth!
I used a little force, and my skin fell off, spilling black blood.
Instantly, the blood spread and filled the entire pot.
The blood strands looked like meridians, and the pot began to soften and move.
And then, there was a slap sound, and the pot fell to the ground.
A surge of gray mist shot out from the pot, surging and growing wildly!
A terrible smell emerged from the gray mist!
All of this happened very quickly.
The rapidly spreading blue mist was about to reach me!
Suddenly, a ghostly shadow emerged from the gray mist.
His head was almost a skeleton, with a thin layer of dried skin stretched over it.
The dried skin was a mixture of black and red.
A single black eyeball was even more pitch-black, with no white around it.
Aren't those precisely the old ghosts?
The pot summoned was an old ghost!
That the ghost altar was so generous towards me before is truly impressive!
It's no wonder that even the headless woman was trapped tightly.
And this goblin ghost in front of me seems even more ferocious than the four that surrounded me and the headless woman before.
A sense of movement appeared on the Goblin Ghost's body.
Blue mist instantly formed about seven or eight hands, grabbing the goblin ghost's shoulders, arms, and waist.
A swipe of blue mist spread out another half meter, enveloping the goblin ghost.
The spreading trend did not stop.
The pain in my feet and hands was too strong, and the heartache was severe as well. I retreated with shaky movements, slowing down considerably.
I could see that I was also about to be pulled into the blue mist.
But an agonizingly heart-wrenching wail echoed through the blue mist!
The spread of the blue mist stopped...
The sorrowful cries seemed to tear at the heart.
I pant for air, with beads of sweat popping up on my forehead continuously.
I have encountered Goblin Ghost before.
He forms the most terrifying image one could ever have in their life...
I did not expect that even a headless woman had experienced something like this once, and her corpse has to go through it again...
The pain suddenly vanished.
Instinctively, I looked at my hands in even greater shock.
The hands that felt like they were just a hair's breadth away from rotting have actually returned to their original state.
The pain in my feet vanished, and the ache in my chest disappeared as well, as if nothing had happened before.
"Go..." the hoarse voice urged again, "Even a goblin ghost can't stop her... Go down the mountain! You have to leave this village!"
I didn't respond, nor did I stop.
I turned around and hurriedly walked towards the direction of going down the mountain.
But in my heart, I still felt uneasy and oppressed.
Not only was Xiao Chengxiang and his two companions left behind completely, but even Huāyíng was also left in the fierce prison of the dream!
Now, I can only hope that Huāyíng is safe.
Otherwise, I will be cursed for the rest of my life, and I will never forgive myself...
"The mountain is like a coffin, burying a corpse of an immortal."
"Rotten hands, rotten feet, rotten heart tip!"
The overlapping voice was cold, old, dry, and also carried a trace of fear.
These complex emotions are a mixture of both Mr. That and Lao Gong.
However, the tone of the speech...
Should be Lao Gong again.
Because Mr. That is afraid, it's just shouting for me to leave, and it's just worried, he wouldn't say such heart-wrenching words.
The inner torment is increasing more and more, and the pace is accelerating!
I did not go down the mountain by the same path.
When I arrived at the foot of the mountain, I was far from the village's end.
Following the direction, I looked far into the distance and found the direction of Lao Guai Village's end. Only then did I follow the mountain foot and move forward.
When I finally returned to the position where the village tail connects with the back mountain.
I saw a scene that made my heart come to a stop...
A middle-aged man with a protruding mouth and loose lips wobbled on the road ahead.
Behind him, eight paper cutouts were rising and falling in unison.
Three coffins were lined up in a row, with the first two being carried by three paper cutouts, and the last one only had two.
That man is not exactly the old Liang?
He had an odd smile on his lips, along with a faint desire.
I dared not be seen by him and even more so by the paper figures, so I retreated slightly and hid behind an old tree, turning sideways.
Even though the paper figures were restrained by the pottery compass and the strike wood charm used by Xiao Chengxiang... they were let go.
It's evident that it was old Liang who did this.
How could old Liang be making a coffin, and it was even ordered by the Corpse Immortal?
But here, I still feel a bit strange.
