Mysterious Resurrection: Starting from the Hanged Man Path

Chapter 7: The Forest of Bones

The range is not large, and it can only barely illuminate a small area around it.

Of course, this was also because Zhang Xiansheng did not use his full strength. He came here to try, not to deal with the Lord of the Ghost Eyes or the strange white bone tree.

He moved closer to the direction where the dripping sound came from.

The subtle sound of footsteps and the dripping sound of water intertwined together seemed very chaotic, making people feel uneasy.

Zhang Xiansheng continued walking, because the visible range was not large, and there was nothing along the way, so there was no change.

After a long time, you will feel like you are just going around in circles.

I don't know how long it took.

Only then did Zhang Xiansheng see a tree in front of him, a pale tree that looked like it grew out of bones.

Hanging on the tree were tattered human skins, dirty and smelly strips of cloth, mummified heads, strange paper banners, and a thin, blackened silk thread...

These were already very strange, but there was actually a four-meter-tall human figure lying on the trunk of the tree.

The human figure was like a shadow, as if condensed from the darkness. It was motionless, hanging upside down on the tree with its head facing the ground.

Zhang Xiansheng looked towards the black shadow's chest, where there was an iron nail as thick as an adult's arm. No, to be more precise, it should be a coffin nail.

The coffin nails were rusty and looked like they would break at any moment.

The "tick, tick" sound of water dripping is the black shadow shedding black blood.

Zhang Xiansheng couldn't help but move closer and look at the black shadow, or rather the head of the Ghost Eye Lord.

There was an obvious gap there, and from the outline it looked like an eye.

Obviously, what is missing is the ghost eye.

As he watched, his thoughts drifted away.

The Lord of Ghost Eyes in front of him disappeared, and a figure was hung upside down on the bone tree with coffin nails stuck in his chest.

Looking closely, the figure seemed to be himself.

This way of death is really shocking. It would be even better if the location was changed so that everyone in the world could see this scene.

Zhang Xiansheng hit his head and threw the idea out of his mind.

He stared at the bone tree and the Lord of the Ghost Eyes in front of him, and his gaze finally fell on the rusty coffin nail.

Generally there are two options, one is to pull out the nails in the coffin and take it for yourself.

Then two new options emerged. One was to take the money and run away. As for the incident of starving ghosts, the old man at the headquarters, that is, Mr. Qin, would naturally pay for it in the end.

The second option is to become the savior yourself and use the coffin nails to deal with the starving ghost incident.

Zhang Xiansheng was too lazy to do the latter and couldn't do it.

The ghost domain of the ghost painting that he listened to had some drawbacks, and it was impossible to carry out overly meticulous control, such as superimposing ghost eyes to enhance the strength of the ghost domain while compressing the ghost domain into a line like Yang Jian in the original plot.

If you can't do this, you naturally won't be able to pin down the starving ghost in an instant.

The second option in general is to stay put, wait for the plot to develop, and wait for Yang Jian to use the coffin nails to deal with the starving ghost incident.

Of course, these are just the thoughts of ordinary people. Zhang Xiansheng said that he has his own way of dealing with things.

“When in doubt, flip a coin.”

This method allows him to be more decisive than others in the mysterious world.

He pulled a coin from his pocket, muttering to himself.

"Throwing a flower removes the nails from the coffin, throwing a word does not move the nails."

Zhang Xiansheng flipped the coin.

The coin flipped up and down in the air, and then he pressed it into the palm of his hands.

He slowly moved his left hand away, revealing the coin in the palm of his right hand.

The coin lands on the "word" side up, and the coffin nails don't move.

Zhang Xiansheng tossed the coin again.

The coin flipped upside down in the air and was pressed into the palms of both hands when it fell.

This time the coin landed on the flower side, which resulted in the removal of the coffin nail.

"Best of three, best of three~" he muttered and flipped the coin for the third time.

This time the coin is facing up. The word side is up twice and the flower side is up once, so the word side wins.

Zhang Xiansheng put the coin back into his pocket, then stepped forward, reached out and forcefully pulled out the coffin nail that was stuck in the Ghost Eye Lord's chest.

In his right hand he held a rusty coffin nail, and in his left hand he held a blasphemous card.

The Card of Blasphemy reacted instantly and flew above the Lord of the Ghost Eyes.

The tall figure on the skeletal tree trunk blurred at a speed visible to the naked eye until it completely disappeared.

"That's it?"

Zhang Xiansheng just found it unbelievable.

He didn't intentionally violate the rules of the coin toss just now, but he suddenly had a new idea.

As the saying goes, a man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse cannot become fat without overnight feed.

The nails in the coffin will be pulled out sooner or later, and the master of the ghost eyes will break free sooner or later.

Why not pull it out now, what if the Card of Blasphemy can absorb it?

Even if you only absorb some of it, it's enough to make you fat.

With the terrifying level of the Ghost Eye Lord, even if it's just a few, it would be easy for him to gather all the materials for advancement to Sequence Seven.

But what happened now made Zhang Xiansheng dumbfounded. It was absorbed just like that?
So fast? When did the Lord of Ghost Eyes become so low?
After the Card of Blasphemy flew back, he quickly sensed it and found that he was still 37% away from the materials needed to advance to Sequence .

The Lord of Ghost Eyes gave 31%?

What's going on?

play?

No, the darkness around did not retreat, the Lord of the Ghost Eye is still there.

Zhang Xiansheng couldn't help but become alert.

But after a long time, nothing happened.

He looked at the bone tree in front of him, and then at the rusty coffin nail in his hand.

"Bad luck. Really damn bad luck."

He muttered to himself as he looked around the bone tree.

The coffin nails were pulled out, the Lord of the Ghost Eyes disappeared, and the bone tree should theoretically disappear.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the white bone tree is the last to disappear, but the time for it to disappear has not yet come.

The Lord of the Ghost Eye was "absorbed", but its ghost domain still exists.

Zhang Xiansheng had a guess that the Lord of the Ghost Eye might be in the white bone tree.

Because the bone tree is still there, the ghost town here has not disappeared.

He looked at the strange objects hanging on the bony branches.

Do these represent ghosts? If we take these items down, can they be absorbed by the Blasphemy Card?

Just as he was thinking about this, his consciousness suddenly became hazy, his ears started buzzing, and his brain seemed to have crashed.

When he regained consciousness, the scene around him had changed.

This seems to be a forest, and all the trees in sight are white bone trees, making the surroundings look pale.

The branches of these bone trees are intertwined, like piles of bones stacked together.

Zhang Xiansheng had seen it so many times that his eyes felt a little uncomfortable and dazzled.

"Shasha~"

Zhang Xiansheng looked in the direction of the sound. If it weren't for his good upbringing, he would have mistaken it for the quintessence of Chinese culture.

He couldn't help but take a few steps back, thinking to himself: Oh my God, what have you done to me?
Why is the Lord of Ghost Eyes here? The most important thing is that he is still wandering around.

A cold wind blew from the side.

Zhang Xiansheng turned his head subconsciously, his pupils dilated.

It was a faceless female ghost, and her hair gave off a fishy smell, as if it had been soaked in a sewer.

(End of this chapter)