Chapter 89: Wife Pleads For Mercy, Leaving You A Way Out
The male corpse with red pus that entered the pigsty vanished into thin air, disappearing from the two men’s sight.
Along with it disappeared the chilling sensation that made one’s hair stand on end.
After seeing the male corpse disappear, Jiang Shan let out a long sigh of relief, then turned his gaze to the other side of the mud house.
“Hog Hanging Rack”
“Slaughtering Platform”
The so-called hog hanging rack was actually two wooden frames with iron hooks and ropes hanging from them, specifically used for hanging dead pigs, but here it had become a ghost hanging rack.
As for the slaughtering platform, it was a thick large wooden board padded with bricks underneath, where the bled pig was placed on top to facilitate the segmentation of pork.
Whether slaughtering pigs or handling fierce ghosts, it had become the final step.
If the slaughtering platform could really cause the fierce ghost to dead machine as Jiang Shan thought, he might still have a chance to escape from here.
“Leaving ghost soil will result in an attack leading to constant restarts. If at the moment of being attacked, the Dead Face Ghost restart is triggered simultaneously, it might be possible to avoid it.”
But the prerequisite for all this was that the Dead Face Ghost could not resurrect!
Jiang Shan looked gloomily at the dense dark shadows in the woods; he had to take action as quickly as possible.
Even if there was no way out in the end, he would drill into that pigsty to see if he could continue to survive!
“Little Brother, Little Brother, wait for me.”
Seeing that Jiang Shan was actually some distance away from him, Zhang Dongxing was startled and hurriedly stood up from the ground, quickly catching up.
“Why has the boundary of ghost soil appeared here?”
Halfway there, Jiang Shan noticed that the blood-clot-like bright red ghost soil abruptly stopped around this slaughterhouse.
It did not spread outward from the center but started from this slaughterhouse, continuously eroding toward the ghost village.
“Ghost Rope”
As he approached, looking at the straw rope on the hog hanging rack, a flash of surprise appeared in Jiang Shan’s eyes; he saw the possibility of survival on the ghost rope.
It could now be confirmed that the ghost rope was this ghost’s puzzle piece, but for some reason it had escaped to reality and was controlled by Wang Yue.
The fact that the ghost rope escaped told Jiang Shan that there was a loophole in this supernatural land. As long as this loophole was discovered, the ghost could leave, as for humans
Jiang Shan did not pay too much attention to the hog hanging rack. Although it could previously suppress the ghost in the ghost wielder’s body, after the ghost rope became a puzzle piece, its terror level still exceeded what he could bear.
If it were used to suppress the Dead Face Ghost and attempt a restart, perhaps the infinite restart attack would not even be needed; the ghost rope could strangle him to death.
Ten or so meters to the left behind the hog hanging rack was the slaughtering platform.
Jiang Shan looked closely,
Unlike the wooden board he used in his previous life for slaughtering pigs at New Year, a rectangular low-legged rosewood table stood empty there. There were still some undried bloodstains on the wooden table, as well as some black shadow fragments that were still wriggling nonstop.
The instant he saw the black shadow fragments, Jiang Shan immediately thought of something. He did not rashly approach but maintained his previous vigilance, slowly walking toward the low-legged wooden table.
“Same as before, if anything abnormal appears, retreat first and then observe.” Jiang Shan said to Zhang Dongxing behind him.
“Okay.” Zhang Dongxing said.
As the two approached,
“The bloody smell is getting stronger, and the feeling of the ghost in my body being suppressed is also getting stronger.”
The fierce ghost in Jiang Shan’s body became increasingly dormant; it was as if he had returned to the ghost bus.
“Retreat!”
When Jiang Shan was about three meters away from the slaughtering platform, a strong sense of unease suddenly surged in his heart, and he immediately retreated without hesitation.
Perhaps because he had been looked at with peeping gazes too many times during the ghost characters’ prophecy, or perhaps because he had seen too many ghosts’ eyes in the ghost coffin. He was extremely sensitive to that kind of peeping gaze.
“There’s a ghost looking at me?! No, it’s not looking at me; it’s looking at my back, my back?”
Jiang Shan suddenly thought of something. He immediately took out one of the ghosts from behind him that he had wrapped with gold leaf and threw it near the slaughtering platform.
“It’s that pair of broken feet.”
The moment the broken feet in constant restart state landed, a patch of gloom immediately enveloped Jiang Shan, and countless women in black qipaos continuously appeared in the gloom.
The woman’s graceful figure now intertwined heavily in the gloom like ghosts, resembling a black ghost tide.
“Infinite Invasion?!”
Jiang Shan abruptly looked around, his expression changing drastically. At this moment, he had been completely overwhelmed by the supernatural of the woman in black qipao.
He wanted to leave,
But countless women’s figures crowded around him; he couldn’t move!
At a certain moment,
The same woman from different timelines intersected without expression, without demeanor, numb and stiff like a dead person.
An unimaginable terrifying supernatural appeared on the woman’s solitary figure, then she slowly walked to the pair of broken feet and expressionlessly raised a weird decapitation knife.
The void “person” slashed down at the ghost in reality!
The ghost with infinite restarts in limited time suffered the woman’s infinite attacks in every restart, so the result was only one.
Ghost Footprint dead machined!
Although Jiang Shan did not know how long the ghost footprint’s dead machine state could last, he knew.
Now, even an ordinary person could immediately become a ghost wielder upon touching that pair of broken feet.
Although the risk was unknown, it was enough to drive some people mad.
Jiang Shan solemnly looked at the pair of broken feet that had no supernatural aura at all and had fallen into dead machine state; he was very curious:
“What is the cost of making the ghost dead machine?”
Meng Xiaodong’s infinite invasion required living people as the medium, so what was the medium for this woman in black qipao to appear?
While Jiang Shan was pondering, he suddenly saw Zhang Dongxing, with hands full of soil, walking toward him from the wooden table, saying as he walked:
“Brother Jiang, why did fog suddenly rise just now? It scared me to death; I almost bumped into this table. Hey, look, the table is oozing blood.”
“Oh, by the way, I found a box under that wooden table earlier; it’s pure gold. Come take a look at what’s inside.”
“Just stand there and don’t move; throw the gold box to me.” Jiang Shan said coldly.
Luck and weirdness were not mutually exclusive; lucky people could also die, and his tolerance for Zhang Dongxing’s luck was limited.
Therefore, Jiang Shan suspected that Zhang Dongxing was a ghost.
“Ah, I won’t move. Alright, you have to let me see what’s inside later.” Zhang Dongxing said dejectedly at this moment, like someone with a thick nerve.
In fact, this was not his personality, but under the Luck Ghost’s resurrection, his emotions and memories were being stolen bit by bit by the Luck Ghost.
If that Luck Ghost not existing in reality appeared at this time, Jiang Shan would certainly discover that its figure, appearance, even everything, was becoming more and more like Zhang Dongxing.
After confirming on the ground that the box was made of gold, Jiang Shan picked it up and shook it. He heard a faint metallic clinking sound; inside seemed to be a piece of metal.
To ensure safety, Jiang Shan walked to a spot not far from the slaughtering platform near the edge of ghost soil. He used his clothes to tie the gold box and threw it out.
One minute later, no terrifying attack occurred.
After confirming there was no ghost in the box, Jiang Shan opened it, and a palm-sized gold paper appeared before him.
“There are characters on it.”
Jiang Shan sensed something unusual from the embossed texture as he touched it. He glanced at the gold paper and saw it densely covered with some very small traditional characters:
“Young man, Lin Lin and I are probably dead by now. To make a long story short, Lin Lin and I along with a few friends built this slaughterhouse. If you’ve made it here, you should know its function. If you have the ability, go to that mud house and take over here. If not, Lin Lin left me a way out: find the edge of the ‘ghost ground’ closest to Lin Lin and leave from there.”
There will be another chapter later, brothers. Very sorry, got stuck today! ! !
Begging for forgiveness!!!
