Yang Jisong handed the coat to Agni. I even thought that Agni had mysophobia and thought that the other party would not be able to wear it. But unexpectedly, Agni lost to the cold. After hesitating for a long time, he took the coat and put it on.

The temperature was still slowly dropping, and a thin layer of ice began to form on the ground where we sat cross-legged.

I squinted my eyes and glanced around, but didn't see anything weird. Since there was nothing weird around me, then

Thinking like this, I propped up my body with one arm, stretched out my crossed legs, and looked ready to go. Then I suddenly raised my head and looked at the top of the dilapidated pavilion. In an instant, my pupils shrank to the extreme.

The pavilion was filled with ghosts that were crowded with people at some point. Those ghosts were hanging upside down on the top of the pavilion, but their faces were raised as hard as they could, staring at us.

The moment I looked up at them, the ghosts smiled.

Each one of them was grinning as hard as they could, with the corners of their mouths touching the roots of their ears. The blood suddenly appeared as if it had been splashed on them, and started to drip onto the ground drop by drop along the tips of their hair.

The ghosts' eyes all turned white, and gurgling blood flowed out. But their smiles remained unchanged, making people feel a chill in their backs.

Suddenly, the ghosts began to fall down, as they got closer and closer to us

"Run, there's something up there!" I shouted, stood up first, pulled Ye Wudao and ran out.

Yang Jisong also reacted very quickly. He grabbed Agni's arm and ran out of the pavilion.

All the ghosts in the pavilion crashed to the ground, then turned around and looked at us angrily.

"Zhoucao, Yang Jisong, aren't you the one who came to scare us with these ghosts?" I shouted to Yang Jisong on the other side of the pavilion.

"You really love to joke, even if you think about it, it's impossible. Did you get into something when you went to the toilet just now?" Yang Jisong shouted at the other end.

Ye Wudao and I walked together towards Yang Jisong, our steps were very gentle, and our eyes were fixed on the ghost in the pavilion, for fear that the other party would suddenly make any move.

After listening to Yang Jisong's words, I replied without thinking: "It's nothing, I just went to the toilet and found a place to pee." As I said that, I seemed to wake up suddenly: "By the way, because Beimoxue Make trouble, I really want to pee on a grave, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

In the end, I had no confidence whatsoever.

When Yang Jisong heard this, he knew that things were bad: "You must have collided with some big shot, otherwise you wouldn't be like this."

While we were talking, the four of us gathered together. The four of us stood back to back, alert to the movements around us.

"Why don't you run away first? In this situation, you're still worse than a piece of wool?" Ye Wudao said, pointing to the way he came.

Seeing the bloody ghosts in the pavilion, Agni was also scared. He glanced at me and nodded in agreement: "Okay, let's go out first. This is too scary."

"But, I don't think we can get out for a while." Yang Jisong also pointed to the road he came from: "Look carefully."

When the three of us heard this, we looked towards the road together. Unexpectedly, the road was surrounded by a large wave of green-faced and fanged ghosts.

Immediately afterwards, what caught our eyes was: one after another withered hands stretched out from the grave bag, accompanied by intermittent and indistinct whimpering sounds.

The whimpering sounds in my ears, coupled with the sight of this mass grave, made my scalp numb.

Fortunately, those withered hands did not continue to stretch out to the ground, but just held on so weakly in mid-air. It was as if they came out specifically to block our retreat.

"Hangcao, what the hell is going on?" Ye Wudao looked at the ghosts gathering and took a step back nervously. He pressed tightly against Yang Jisong and me. I don't know how Yang Jisong felt, but I knew it.

I could feel the cold sweat all over Ye Wudao's body, which was wet.

Yang Jisong took out the Immortal Binding Rope and held it in his hand. He was sweating on his forehead: "This is too much. It's hard to deal with." Just as he finished speaking, Bei Moxue, who was dressed in red, brushed his hand and blocked it.

She stood in front of him, with a fierce look in her eyes.

With no other choice, I threw out the two life-saving sleeve knives and held them between my fingers, always ready to launch. Ye Wudao also took out the set of iron black playing cards in his pocket, narrowed his eyes, and tightened his grip.

He stared at the movements of the ghosts around him.

The moment I took out the playing cards, a faint smell of blood filled my nose, but I didn't pay much attention to it.

Seeing us taking out strange things, Agni looked at me and Ye Wudao in surprise: "You two"

Only Agni looked frightened, but he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of us, so he had to pretend to be "I'm not afraid". Then he clenched his hands into fists and made a defensive posture in karate.

Even though he knew that all the martial arts he had learned had no effect on ghosts.

"Go and protect Mr. Agni, I'll be fine." Yang Jisong said to Bei Moxue.

Bei Moxue hesitated for a moment, then floated in front of Agni.

"Ah -" the ghosts screamed miserably and rushed toward us.

For a moment, everyone let go and started fighting.

Yang Jisong swung the Immortal Binding Rope around. As long as he was hit by the Immortal Binding Rope, the ghost would dissipate immediately.

I don't have any other skills, but I still have a way of hiding. And the hidden sword is limited, so I don't want to waste it. Agni was protected by Bei Moxue, who took out a long sword from somewhere, and the long sword flew left and right.

, basically resisted all ghost attacks for him.

Ye Wudao, on the other hand, swung the playing cards and flew toward the ghosts in a strange way. The playing cards flew straight out in the air, and ghosts howled everywhere they went. After flying a certain distance, the playing cards turned around.

The flight direction flew back to Ye Wudao's hand.

I looked at the poker in surprise. Ye Wudao raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't he handsome?"

I nodded, he's handsome, he's so handsome. "What's going on with your card?"

"This card must have been smeared with black dog's blood. The smell is quite strong." Yang Jisong turned his head and glanced at the card and said. Ye Wudao gave him a thumbs up.

Swish, swish, swish - there are so many playing cards in a set that Ye Wudao doesn't know how to cherish them at all.

He no longer used that weird method of flying cards, but directly held the cards in one hand and flew them with the other hand. All the ghosts he slashed completely collapsed and turned into a ball of black mist.

However, the number of cards is limited, and the ghosts only increase rather than decrease, and continue to develop into multi-digit numbers.

"No, you will be killed if you do this. Break out on the way back." Ye Wudao suggested with frowning eyebrows.

We all nodded in unison, but before we even took two steps out, the ghosts pressed over us, causing us to return to where we were.

"Tsk, then I'll try to bring in reinforcements." Yang Jisong said, taking out the mobile phone in his pocket. "Fuck, there's still no signal."

I flew out the third hidden knife and shot through a ghost that rushed forward. Then I rolled on the ground, stepped forward and pulled out the first hidden knife that was inserted into the ground. I put my hand into my pocket.

Yang Jisong has no more reinforcements, so I have to find a way.

At this moment, the first thing that appeared in my mind was Murong Zhen with a smile on his face.

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