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The night was thick, mist shrouded the woods, and the moonlight sparsely filtered through the leaves, outlining eerie shadows. The air was filled with the smell of decay, worn-out sheepskin boots stepped on the damp ground, skinny and withered hands pushed away obstructive branches, and black shadows shuttled through the forest like ghosts.

Occasionally, there were a few muffled coughs, which became clearer in the mysterious and silent night. The hurried footsteps disturbed the crows looking for food. It fluttered its wings and stopped on the branch, its small black eyes seemed to be observing.

"Plop~~"

The worn sheepskin boots slipped, and he fell to the ground with a thud, letting out a painful groan. The leader didn't stop much, only glanced at it, and then moved on. The person standing second paused for a moment, seeming to be struggling, but still clenched his fingers and quickly followed.

His big withered hands couldn't control their trembling, and he held on to the tree trunk with all his strength, causing veins to bulge. After several efforts, he finally stood up, and his back was wet. Suppressing the dull pain in his chest, he took a few quick breaths, pulled up his hat, and stepped up to follow.

The crows of crows echoed in their ears, and the group finally reached a high ground deep in the forest. When the wind blows, the shadows of the trees rustle and sway, like ghost bones scratching around.

The four of them did not speak or make eye contact. They worked together to uncover a black net, with three mummies lying inside. The body seemed to have been drained of blood, the skin and flesh were wrinkled together, and the fingers were like withered claws, as if they were scratching the ground hard.

Several people looked sad, and then quickly adjusted their emotions, sat down together, and formed a circle around the corpse. In a tacit understanding, they took out the porcelain bowl, covered it with yellow talismans, started banging it, and muttered something.

As the tapping continued, white smoke slowly rose from the porcelain bowl, and the crows screamed and flew away with flapping wings. Suddenly I felt the chill around me, and I couldn't help but shiver.

Four ghostly shadows rose up from the bottom of the bowl in a trance, and the reality was not very stable. After a closer look, they were not Miao Jia, Meng Xi, Zou Shiwen and Du Borui.

Their eyes were empty, dull, and vaguely confused. The wind blew, and the ghost shadows shook, as if they were about to be blown away. The leader's eyes flashed with golden light, and he recited the spell faster and faster. The other three nodded slightly and worked harder.

As the incantation became faster and faster, and the porcelain bowl was knocked more urgently, the ghosts gradually became apparent. The four ghosts obviously did not understand what was happening and looked around.

There were only two bloody black holes in the eye sockets. You looked at me and I looked at you, but you couldn't see anything at all. It was only at this moment that you seemed to realize that you were dead.

No matter how hard they struggled, they could not leave the porcelain bowl for even an inch. They opened their mouths and screamed, but they could not make a sound. In the pain and suffering, the leader suddenly threw out three yellow talismans.

Three ghost figures were shot, and they seemed to scream in great pain, and then immediately turned into three red pills. The four people who were originally kneeling on the ground immediately stood up to catch it and crawled to the side of the body. When he was about to feed him, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the leader, as if asking.

"quick!"

"Okay." The four of them did not doubt that he was there. They suppressed their inner nervousness and fed the pills to the three mummies one by one with trembling hands. He stared at the mummy on the ground without blinking, but there was no change for a long time.

After looking at each other for a few times, they all looked at the leader. The latter rolled his eyes, took out three yellow talismans again, pasted them on the forehead of the mummy, and quickly recited a spell.

I don’t know how long it took, but a suppressed breath sounded out. Several people were stunned for a moment, followed by a burst of ecstasy. Looking at the originally shriveled and terrifying corpse, he slowly opened his mouth and breathed as hard as he could.

The sound of gasping became louder and louder, and suddenly, his dry fingers bent vertically, and he sat up unsteadily while holding on to the ground.

"Sisi, Sisi, you are finally alive, wuwuwuwu..." The man in black couldn't control himself and cried softly. He opened his cloak. It was not Jin Yun, or Wang Ying.

Wang Ying cried and laughed, holding onto Mi Si's withered and gray arms to help her up.

Suddenly, many people appeared in the forest. They were all wearing black robes and masks. They didn't feel scared when they saw this scene. They were even eager to try. They whispered about their loved ones and that their loved ones could be resurrected. Meath was alive, and everyone's eyes turned to the other two corpses. They needed to be sure again.

Not long after, the bodies of Luo Hong and Wei Song also sat up panting. In a daze, he didn't seem to understand what was happening.

The crowd burst into cheers, some hugged each other excitedly, some even shed tears, their eyes filled with hope, and some fell to their knees and shouted to the Holy Lord for help.

Mi Si, who was at the center of the incident, did not seem to be affected. She opened her mouth regardless of the image, and her withered cheek rested on Wang Ying's shoulder. Wang Ying was not disgusted by Mi Si's image but was moved and wiped away tears of joy. , thinking that my daughter is acting coquettishly.

Mi Si leaned close to Wang Ying's neck. The scent of a stranger was not as sweet as the body odor of a relative. Getting closer stimulated her greatly. Without thinking, instinct drove him to open his mouth and bite it, and blood immediately flowed from his neck.

Wang Ying's eyes widened in disbelief, but she couldn't bear to push away her lost daughter. It fell to the ground with a thud, and Mi Si started biting and tearing more vigorously.

"Gudong, Gudong, Gudong."

The skin that was originally dry and gray slowly swelled and even turned red.

The next moment, Luo Hong and Wei Song started to bite the neck of the person next to them, sucked it in big mouthfuls, slowly began to chew and tear the flesh, and swallowed it without chewing.

"Ah ah ah ah ah...."

Screams rang out, and the men in black robes who were watching hurriedly fled. But in the dark night and the road was slippery, someone accidentally fell down, and someone who was close enough had already been caught and bitten, and the smell of blood gradually spread.

The leader was obviously a little frightened. He held his injured neck and took a few steps back. He quickly took out the pills and stuffed them into his mouth. He then took out the yellow talisman and put it on the wound. After doing all this, he took a deep look at Luo Hong who was biting his companion in the crowd, turned around and ran away.

Screams, roars, and wails mingled together, and the crowd fled in all directions. The three mummies that had just shriveled up now had red faces. They licked the blood from the corners of their lips and looked at the fleeing crowd, pressing closer step by step.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so bloody. Xiao Yueyue, you will write the report this time." Li Weiyuan appeared outside at some point, shook his head and sighed, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Huiyue was fully armed, with fists clenched in her hands, ready to fight, and replied coldly, "Go away, you can write it yourself."

"Should I mention the compensation report from University A and the Municipal Bureau???" He said threatening words in a non-threatening tone.

"I'll write it." He gritted his teeth.

"So nice."

He nodded happily, glanced at the nearest tree, jumped up onto the branch, took out his flute and started playing slowly.