This figure, also wearing mourning clothes, walked towards that tombstone.
Wang Ye instantly recognized this guy!
Xiao An Temple, that kowtowing ghost!
If his own life hadn’t been so tough, he would have already been kowtowed to death!
Why did two similarly dressed ghosts, yet with different abilities, now walk to the same tombstone!
What was the connection between these two and the tombstone!
Wang Ye took two steps back and stood in a position farther away from the window.
The shadow cast by the kowtowing ghost was too big, it had almost killed him last time!
Perhaps it was because of the change of angle, Wang Ye vaguely noticed a pitch-black thing at the corner of the wooden table.
After noticing that the two ghosts had not met yet, Wang Ye squatted down, picked it up, and observed it under the candlelight.
This...
Was another iron piece!
It was the same irregular shape covered with veins as the one the middle-aged man in white had given him at the No.7 Grocery Store.
But the other piece had already grown on his chest and fused with his muscles.
Wang Ye silently put the iron piece in his cloth bag. At least before he figured out what it did, he didn't dare let this thing touch his body again.
In this fleeting moment, the two ghosts in mourning clothes had gathered together.
The newly arrived one knelt down in front of the tombstone.
Kowtow.
The cracks on the tombstone grew a little bigger instantly, and the bloody arm that had stretched out from the ground seemed to have suffered something, and quickly retracted with screams.
There was anger in the wailing of the Wailing Ghost, and the green flames in the nearby fire basin surged up violently, illuminating the surrounding area.
The Kowtowing Ghost’s body spontaneously combusted and rose with green flames.
Strangely, no matter how the flames burned, the mourning clothes on the Kowtowing Ghost remained untouched.
But its kowtowing motions were ultimately affected.
"Are these two fighting?"
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye was taken aback, feeling a little bitter!
When was it not a good time to fight, and they had to choose now!
The cries of the Wailing Ghost grew louder and louder, echoing endlessly in this empty graveyard.
The sound insulation effect of the wooden house was almost non-existent.
Under the onslaught of these cries, a drop of blood flowed from the corner of Wang Ye's eye, and his head ached as if it would explode at any time!
The tombstone in front of the two ghosts also trembled violently, similarly affected.
On the tombstone, a red 'Qin' character emitted a reddish glow, looking rather enchanting.
It seemed that if you stared at it for too long, you would completely sink into it.
Seeing the 'Qin' character on the tombstone, Wang Ye was stunned for a moment, and quickly gathered his mind to resist the crying as much as he could!
The task required that he could not leave the wooden house!
This kind of passive endurance of injury was like a torture to Wang Ye.
And now he didn’t even dare to hit the wooden fish, he still had a chance to fight them one-on-one, but if the two ghosts worked together, plus that strange tombstone, they could easily kill him.
If they were really attracted by the sound of the wooden fish, the one crying would probably be himself!
Wang Ye kept resisting the cries, and gradually his consciousness became blurred. In his cloth bag, the light of the iron piece he had collected glowed faintly.
Last time...
It seemed that the iron piece also behaved abnormally when he could no longer withstand the attack of the red and white sedan chair, and saved his life.
Although he hadn't had time to investigate the details of the iron piece yet, now...
It was too late!
He could only bet on it!
As the crying sound continued, Wang Ye was on the verge of collapse. With his last bit of consciousness, he grabbed the iron piece in his hand.
Because he used too much force, the iron piece silently cut his palm, and a trace of blood merged into the iron piece.
The strange veins on the iron piece seemed to be activated after being irrigated by the blood, emitting a faint red glow, like the pulsating veins of a human body!
It slowly drilled into Wang Ye's skin, and finally appeared on Wang Ye's chest.
It was seamlessly embedded together with the other iron piece!
Faintly, those veins also became a little clearer.
It seemed to be...
A "one" character.
But the iron piece was still incomplete, so its exact content could not be determined from the veins.
A faint black shadow appeared behind Wang Ye.
Like the Buddha statue in Jia Nan, this was the strange existence manifested by Wang Ye’s energy.
He was able to successfully manifest the phantom shadow, also thanks to the trace of energy he had drawn from the iron piece at that time.
At this time, Wang Ye had completely fallen unconscious.
After the two iron pieces merged, the phantom shadow solidified a little, exuding a gloomy, nihilistic feeling.
Just one look was enough to make people feel chilly.
Faintly, a rope could be seen hanging from the waist of this phantom shadow.
Now, this phantom shadow stood in front of the unconscious Wang Ye, blocking the onslaught of the crying.
This strange scene seemed to attract the attention of the two ghosts. They gave up their attacks on each other and turned their eyes to the window of the wooden house.
Upon seeing this phantom shadow, the wailing of the Wailing Ghost stopped abruptly.
The Kowtowing Ghost also stood up from the ground.
On the tombstone, the bright red "Qin" character dimmed a lot, as if it was hiding.
At this moment, it seemed as if even the wind in the entire Ten Mile Graveyard had paused for a moment.
The Wailing Ghost picked up the fire basin, turned and left. From the back, there was a hint of fleeing in panic.
The Kowtowing Ghost chose a position opposite to the Wailing Ghost, and similarly dissipated into the ghost fog while taking small steps.
"Humph"
A barely discernible cold snort seemed to sound from the void.
The voice was very light, but clear.
Countless tombstones trembled slightly, and those hands that had stretched out from the ground silently retracted back into the ground!
After doing all this, the glow of the two iron pieces gradually darkened.
Without the support of energy, the phantom shadow slowly dissipated into the air.
However, this graveyard had fallen into absolute silence for a short period of time.
In the corner, the third eye of the Sealed Three Eyes Ghost spun rapidly at this time, full of fear in its eyes.
One of its hands twisted out from the ropes and untied them.
It also pulled out the bronze nail from its forehead and placed it on the ground.
The three eyes looked at the fainted Wang Ye apprehensively, not even daring to attack him. It nimbly opened the wooden door and ran out.
It even thoughtfully closed the wooden door again.
After doing all this, the Three Eyes Ghost dived into the mud and disappeared from this Ten Mile Graveyard.
After an unknown period of time.
Wang Ye, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes weakly.
Seeing that the Wailing Ghost and Kowtowing Ghost had left through the window, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he kept checking his own body.
Except for the extra iron piece, everything was normal.
But what about the Three Eyes Ghost?
Where was it?
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