The door closed in front of Azhan and I. We were both so tired that we lay on the door, and we couldn't say a word except for breathing.

This is not a job that humans do? Especially the two of us are still disabled people at present!

But before I recovered, I felt Azhan patting my shoulder and ignore him. He patted him again. I was so annoyed that I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he took the lead, "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? I want to ask you where else!"

"Then why are you patting my shoulder?"

"I didn't pat you, it was you who patted me! You were on my shoulder-" I stopped.

Silence, no one speaks or moves.

Something must have happened, and it is best not to move around at this time!

Two flashlights were right at your feet, among the interlaced beams of light, and the Blood Wood Sword was lying quietly there. All this was within reach, but it was as unavailable as if it was far away in the sky.

It was so abnormal that we were quiet around us. Only then did I realize that the three of us juniors were so fiercely just now, but Uncle Bao was silent.

Did something happen? But why?

Logically speaking, this female ghost has lost her inner alchemy. No matter how deep the resentment of revenge is, she can't make any tricks. Besides, Uncle Bao has gone through so many storms and acted cautiously. He was confident just now, how could he easily get caught? But the fact is that we are standing with our backs facing the tomb, but the situation behind us is very wrong!

Danger is by our side!

‘Um’―

Uncle Bao's voice suddenly came out, but the voice was obviously stuffy, as if he was caught by someone, and he was desperately conveyed to us the sound of help and warning!

The moment the sound came out, Azhan suddenly squatted down and grabbed the blood-wood sword, but as soon as his fingertips touched the sword body, his body suddenly fell backwards and then hung in the air!

I was startled and instinctively looked around and saw Azhan hanging in the air. Because the flashlight fell to the ground, the top of the tomb was extremely high, and the light could not reach the top, so I couldn't see Azhan's upper body, and he only saw his legs struggling desperately, but he had nowhere to focus and was swaying in the air.

And what surrounds him and in front of me is clumps of long black hair, as if it had grown from the top of the tomb. As we were all determined to close the door, it had grown quietly everywhere. And it grew to the point that it drooped to my shoulders, and it was automatically swung without wind, as if patting my shoulders.

My first reaction was to rush over and try to grab the Blood Wood Sword, but it was fine if I didn't move. When I moved, my long hair consciously wrapped around my bent waist, lifting me up in the air!

It wrapped me so tightly that I couldn't breathe even. My ribs began to hurt so much again. I had to use that good hand to grab the constraints on my waist to maintain balance. After touching it, I felt that the hands were wet and sticky, and it seemed that they would move, making my heart numb!

I resisted the feeling of vomiting, grabbed the hair hard, and looked around at the same time. Sure enough, I saw Azhan opposite me, and because of the parallel relationship between everyone, I finally saw his situation.

He was a little worse than me, because he was strangled around his neck by the weird long black hair, but he stretched out his uninjured hand and raised it to the top of his head to hold the upper end so that the weight of his body would be concentrated on his hand and would not be strangled to death. But despite this, the long black hair did not loosen, making him unable to take the next step.

I didn't say anything, but asked him with my eyes. With the tacit understanding he had cultivated since childhood, he understood what I asked was, "Where is Uncle Bao?"

He lit his chin down.

I looked down and the dark coffin that caught my eye was the dark coffin!

Since we entered the tomb, we just knew that the lid of the coffin was open, but we hadn't had the chance to study what it looked like. At this time, we were above and there was a flashlight hanging on the left side of the coffin, which allowed us to see clearly.

According to Uncle Bao's judgment, as well as the dress and manner of the female ghost and the maid who was buried, this tomb has a history of at least a hundred years. But at this time, the apricot and yellow silk lining in the coffin was still bright and bright, just like the gorgeous red shroud, as if it was just woven yesterday. The exquisite embroidery on the red dress, the jewelry and jade artifacts piled near the chest were shining brightly under the light of the flashlight, as if the brilliance of the silk and jewelry were flowing, making people unable to help but want to touch it.

There was a strange corpse in the coffin, saying that she was a corpse because she was lying inside without moving; she said that she was strange because her hands were abruptly stuck there, and she kept scratching the inner wall of the coffin, constantly fumbled on the boards on both sides of the coffin, making a "hissy" sound, which was extremely harsh!

Also, she couldn't see her face - because there was a person standing at the head of the coffin and leaning over and looking inside!

Judging from the person's clothes and figure, he was Uncle Bao.

He lay on the wall, motionless, as if he was studying the face of the female corpse very carefully, but if he looked carefully, he would find something wrong.

His back was tight, and he grabbed the walls of the sides of the coffin with both hands, not as if he was holding it to maintain balance, but rather as if he was trying hard to support himself to prevent himself from falling inside!

Also, he didn't say anything, except for the "um" he tried hard to make just now, and after a closer look, he would find that he was trembling, as if there was a huge suction force in the coffin, and he was trying his best to pull his body back to get rid of the clamp!

What happened to Uncle Bao? What happened when we were not paying attention? Did he get caught in the female ghost's way?

Judging from that look, he seemed to be fighting with the corpse in the coffin. None of the two sides could gain the upper hand and was in a stalemate and confrontation!

I looked at Azhan in horror, and saw that he was gritting his teeth and trying to lift his broken arm. I didn't know what to do, and my face was sweating profusely, and I was obviously enduring great pain!

Although the situation is urgent, I also know that he is doing things randomly. No matter how strong his personality and tenacious he will, the absolute physical trauma will not help his injured arm. If the female ghost can't beat him back, he might become disabled! So I had an idea and saw that we were only more than one meter apart, I endured the pain, swayed hard at the waist and abdomen, and swung towards him.

I kicked him in the foot first, so that he would not move around, and then he would move harder and slowly approach him. Once, no, twice, no, three times, no, fourth time, no, until the fifth time, I finally swung me in front of him, so close that I almost hit his face!

I grabbed the upper end of his demon hair and stabilized myself, and at the same time put my feet under his feet so that he could have a place to focus. Because we were about the same height, and after I swung over, the position was a little higher, so he had to curl up to do it. This also depends on the tacit understanding we have cultivated with countless fights with people for many years.

In this way, I can transfer his weight to myself, that is, I will not let him be hanged alive, and I can also free his uninjured hand, so that he can do something to turn the situation around. Now we are absolutely disadvantageous. Bao Datong is living and dead outside, and Uncle Bao and the female ghost are suppressing each other and unable to move. Azhan and I are hanging sausages here!

Azhan thought for a moment, then drew a talisman in the void, stretched out his index finger and middle finger to stroke his strange black hair hanging on it, as if he was about to cut it. However, the thing did not break, but instead twisted like pain, which made me almost let go. So he had to change a talisman and continue the experiment, but it still failed.

At that time, his level was very bad. He had to think about it before typing a talisman. Moreover, he even tossed several times, but there was no effect at all. The nervousness, pain, and the reaction of the life-like demon hair became increasingly fierce, which made us both sweat and breathe heavily, but we still couldn't get rid of the clamping.

"Wait, I'll burn it with fire!" He suddenly shouted loudly, scaring me.

I thought to myself that you are looking for trouble? If the female ghost knew that we were trying to escape, wouldn’t we strengthen control? Then wouldn’t we be even more unable to get rid of it?

"Catch me, I'll go down and get the Blood Wood Sword and kill this harmful thing!" He ignored me and asked him to silence and continued to speak loudly.

I saw that he was so anxious that he almost hit his head, but before he could hit his head, he suddenly understood Azhan's intention. After we were attacked, we kept thinking about how to escape, so we subconsciously wanted to keep quiet. But when we thought about it carefully, this was a psychological blind spot, because Uncle Bao and the female ghost were currently holding each other back and no one could move. Even if we were quarreling, she couldn't care about us.

Furthermore, as far as the current situation is concerned, Uncle Bao is gradually at a disadvantage. His head has been pierced into the coffin, and his two hands that are supported on the outside are twisted and deformed due to force. If we make a sound at this time, we will regain freedom. This is not only an encouragement to Uncle Bao, but also a blow to the female ghost. The situation may not necessarily be reversed instantly!

"Okay, I'll help you!" I also responded loudly.

Azhan nodded and continued to do his "cutting" test. I tried hard to support his weight, and while talking nonsense about psychological warfare, paying attention to the situation below.

Below, Uncle Bao's head, which had already pierced into the coffin, was slowly returning to the outside, but his hands were twisting and his body trembled even harder, and he was obviously using the greatest strength to get rid of control. But of course his opponent would not give up easily, so Uncle Bao's actions were like a tug of war - he was pulled down and pulled back, then came up and down, and he could not leave completely.

"Come on Uncle Bao!" I shouted, feeling extremely anxious, and I felt that I was about to exhaustion. In this way, I would no longer be able to support Azhan!

With a "puff" sound, it seemed like something was squirting out. Before I could see what was going on, I saw Uncle Bao's body fly backwards and hit the wall behind me. Blood was hanging on the corner of my mouth, as if I was suffering from severe internal injuries.

But the female ghost in the coffin turned over and sat up, looked up at me, and the angle just made us look at each other from the air. I saw her face regaining the state of Japanese Kabuki, terrible white, her eyebrows and eyes were so black that they were so black, and at this moment she had a red spot. At the first sight, she knew that Uncle Bao was spraying blood on her face!

Could it be that Uncle Bao used some blood-squirting method to get rid of her, or did she hurt Uncle Bao?

I looked at Uncle Bao again with doubts, and saw that his face was pale, not worse than that female ghost, and it seemed that he was too powerless to even stand up!

His collar was also open. After he tried to move, something fell out of his arms and rolled to the corner of the wall. Wherever he went, a beautiful white light shone. In the darkness, it swept past the ground like a silver money. It was the female ghost's inner alchemy!

"Go and grab the yang eyes quickly, you must not let her get it!" Uncle Bao struggled for a while, but still didn't stand up. He fell down and could only shout at us.

Before I could speak, I saw the female ghost standing up suddenly, jumping out of the coffin, and chasing towards the inner elixir. I wonder if she was also injured in the battle with Uncle Bao, but she was slowly walking and chasing her, with a slow speed.

"Azhan!" I called.

"Okay!" A Zhan responded, and with his response, I felt that the pressure on my body suddenly decreased, and A Zhan had jumped steadily to the ground. It turned out that he had finally cut off the demon hair at the most critical moment!

The female ghost had already chased the vicinity of Yangyan, and Azhan fell behind her, which was obviously half a beat slower, so when I saw him rushing to the door opposite to Yangyan, I knew that he wanted to take the Blood Wood Sword. If he had the Blood Wood Sword in his hand, even if the female ghost regained the inner alchemy, he would have a chance to make a fortune!

"Yangyan! You must not let her get Yangyan!" Uncle Bao shouted loudly and struggled to get up, obviously anxious to the point where he could not be more anxious. Ruan Zhan on the other side also got the Blood Wood Sword and was rushing towards the female ghost at a rapid speed!

The female ghost had already chased her to the sun, and did not bend over to pick it up. She just reached out and grabbed it in the air. The treasure with a faint silver light was sucked into her palm!

At this time, Azhan had come to her back. Regardless of the situation, he held the blood-wood sword the size of a dagger and stabbed it straight!

"Be careful!" I screamed, afraid that he would fight to the death regardless of his life.

But I could only hear a 'chir' sound in my ears, and a flash in front of me. I saw that the female ghost was quickly stuck on the ground like a collapsed building, leaving only a pile of gorgeous clothes!

What's going on? Azhan killed her? Why is it so fast?!

The sudden change in the incident made me stunned. I forgot that I was still hanging, so I couldn't help but let go of my hand and was swung back in one go!

"I haven't stabbed her yet!" Azhan said, his voice full of surprise.

"Of course!" Uncle Bao replied, and then let me see the second accident - he stood up easily and wiped the blood on his lips, as if he had never been injured at all.

Azhan looked at Uncle Bao and realized that the old man had planned the matter. He was a little unhappy, "Although you are an elder, you need to explain it."

"Young man, don't be anxious, listen to me tell you slowly. Haha!" Uncle Bao said with a good temper, "I'm not for no reason. After hearing this, you will agree with my approach!"

"Look at me with your ears."

"Hey, get me off first, I'm still hanging!" I interrupted and reminded them to pay attention. I, a person who has helped a lot, are still in dire straits.

Azhan looked up at me. This time, there was nothing to think about or experiment. He directly drew talismans in the void and cut off the demon hair wrapped around my waist. He didn't think that I was a disabled person with double-breaking ribs and wrist bones. He threw me off from a very high place off the ground without any excessive force. Fortunately, I usually like to exercise and my legs are quite strong. In addition, Uncle Bao helped me up from the side, otherwise I might break another rib.

"Awesome boy, I have only used it once, and my ability can improve so quickly!" Uncle Bao praised Azhan.

"Let's go and save Bao Datong first!" I asked a question kindly.

"He is fine." Uncle Bao replied, "We father and son have telepathy." He said, turning to look at Azhan again, "You will be the same in the future, and you will have telepathy with those who are important to you."

"But what's going on?" Azhan pointed to the ground.
Chapter completed!