Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The cemetery was as quiet as stagnant water, without even a breath of wind, Fang Zhuo felt a little cold.

The inexplicable coldness was like vines, climbing up his ankles, piercing the flesh and soaking into the texture.

He didn't dare to lower his head and let the other party have any chance, so he could only stare at the paper figurine opposite him without blinking, and asked the system to look at the compass for him.

After reading it, 233 said in a very heavy tone, "The pointer is turning around very quickly."

Surrounded by cloudy air, it is strange to be unhappy.

Fang Zhuo frowned, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Bai Jinshan, whoever doesn't come out is the grandson."

233,"...how do you know he's here?"

Fang Zhuo, "Looks like I guessed it right, where is he?"

233,"I can't say."

Fang Zhuo squeezed the back of his neck, narrowed his eyes slightly, and scolded his grandson for not showing his head, he really could bear it.

Directly ahead, the two paper figurines suddenly disappeared, but the compass was still turning, but it would stop slightly when it passed the southwest direction.

It means that the Yin Qi in that direction is slightly heavier than other places.

Fang Zhuo took off his schoolbag slowly, carried it in front of him, and took out the mini Seven Star Sword.

Isn't Bai Jinshan pretending that his grandson can't come out to hide, just to test his strength.

Although he is a rookie now, but a rookie is also bloody, and his ability is not enough, but he must not lose his momentum.

Fang Zhuo was aggressive and walked straight to the southwest.

This cemetery is very large, and it is divided into many small pieces by rows of trees.

The cemetery in the southwest direction was blocked behind a row of tall sycamore trees. It was a little different from the other directions in that the tombstones were old and overgrown with weeds.

A random glance revealed that they were all tombs from decades ago.

The Bai family's technique of controlling ghosts is actually a bit weak, and they have to rely on auxiliary tools, such as the two paper figurines that come without a trace and go without a trace just now, but they are actually just carriers of ghosts.

If his guess is correct, the paper figurine will have transformed into a ghost the next time it appears.

233,"Wow..."

With an exclamation in his head, Fang Zhuo raised his eyes and saw a foot hanging from his right hand.

What the hell!

After taking several steps back, the owner of the foot finally landed on the ground.

The bright red long dress hung on the female ghost in tatters, and there were deep knife wounds on her exposed green arms and ankles. The knife wound around her limbs, as if they had been cut off by someone.

The mother knew at a glance that she must have been tortured severely before she died.

Probably because of an ankle injury, the female ghost's feet were soft when she walked, and she limped.

Fang Zhuo...Fang Zhuo wanted to laugh a little...

233,"Be serious."

Fang Zhuo lowered his face, "Okay."

He clenched the Seven Star Sword tightly and advanced instead of retreating. The female ghost suddenly stood still, showing a sly smile, and opened her black mouth to spit out a cluster of black things.

Fang Zhuo was so smoked that he almost vomited, braked suddenly, and cut off the thing that was almost in front of him with his sword.

The female ghost failed to attack once, and came again for the second time. After several times in a row, she screamed furiously.

The sound is like a magic sound filling the ears, which can pierce the eardrums of people.

Ordinary people have already had a headache, but Fang Zhuo has a calm face. There is no way, who let him have the system that hurts him.

There are no scary ghost screams in his ears, only melodious light music.

Fang Zhuo stared at the feet of the female ghost, looking at the black thing that had been cut into sections for a few seconds, a little uncertain, "Hair?"

233 said, "It seems to be..."

Fang Zhuo clicked his tongue, it's just that he died so badly, and there are so many things stuffed in his stomach, he will probably suffer from indigestion.

When he looked at the female ghost again, Fang Zhuo saw less fear and more pity in his eyes.

"Beauty, let me cleanse your bowels for you." Fang Zhuo laughed, the yellow talisman on his fingertips ignited spontaneously, and then threw it out.

The female ghost backed away and disappeared in place.

Fang Zhuo turned around vigilantly, took out the yellow talisman from his pocket, and covered himself from top to bottom.

As soon as a hand protruded from the mud at his feet and just touched his shoelace, it was burned by the yellow talisman.

Fang Zhuo squatted down quickly, grabbed the hand and pulled it up forcefully, directly pulling up the things below.

This time it was a male ghost without a lower body, with his intestines mopping the floor and crawling very fast.

In the distance, laughter suddenly sounded, one, two, three, four... Each tombstone leaned against a paper figurine.

The paper figurines turned into ghosts one after another, slowly walking towards him.

Fang Zhuo had never seen so many ghosts appearing at the same time, and his eyes were poisoned like never before.

Before, he thought that Bai Jinshan was just trying to test him out, but now it seems that he was trying to kill him.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhuo calmed down instead.

The matter didn't come to an end, and it's not known who killed whom. If there are so many ghosts at once, once they turn back, the surname Bai will not die but will also be disabled.

"Brother Ah San, pay attention to the rear and left and right."

"pass it to me."

Fang Zhuo officially entered the state of preparation for battle, his eyes and demeanor were completely different from usual.

In the distant woods, Bai Jinshan was a little shocked.

He always thought that Chen Jiu was able to help Jiang Hao get rid of the evil spirits because of his shit luck, who would have expected that the other party really had two brushes.

But judging from the young man's attack, he was absolutely haphazard.

Who taught him these things...

No matter who it is, this life must stay here today.

In broad daylight, the cemetery was windy, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, and the uncle guarding the tomb was so frightened that he hid eight feet away, and the cameras collectively failed.

The guests in the mourning hall also heard some voices faintly, and looked at each other in panic. No one knew what happened.

Including Jiang's second child who called Bai Jinshan.

He has never believed in ghosts and gods, and it was only this time that his son died strangely and his wife went crazy, so he believed a little bit.

Today was already the last day of the memorial service, and the cremation of the body was next. He watched his son being pushed into the crematorium. His head, body, and limbs were gradually swallowed up by the flames, and the hatred in his heart became more and more intense.

Together with the others, he carried the urn up the mountain and put it in the cemetery.

In the photo on the tombstone, the son is smiling brightly.

Jiang's second child patted the tombstone with his hand, and the others also expressed their interest and stood with him for a while.

There was a four or five-year-old child who was fond of playing, stepped on his small leather shoes and walked down, suddenly stopped, stared blankly at the front, and burst into tears.

The child's mother trotted over and saw black figures floating in another cemetery separated by trees in the distance.

As soon as I entered this cemetery, the voice I heard before was clearer, and I always felt cold and swishing. Although everyone was creepy, they still felt that there could be no ghosts in broad daylight.

Who would have thought that they would actually see something dirty.

The child's mother was so frightened that she forgot to react. It was not until her son's crying became louder that she came back to her senses, picked up the child, and ran back desperately.

"There are ghosts, there are ghosts——"

As soon as this shout came out, the person who was already trembling in the first place ran straight away.

Jiang Lao Er didn't leave, he walked along the sound and stood behind the row of trees.

Before this, he had never seen a so-called ghost. Maybe it was because he had a high yang energy, or maybe it was because he was full of hostility.

But today, he saw it.

In the distance, the young man held something like a dagger in his hand and waved it wildly in the air, constantly slashing at those things whose faces could not be seen clearly and were covered in black mist.

Fang Zhuo's arm was numb and was about to break.

Bai Jinshan is worthy of being a badass old man, he actually played a game of chariots, and the ghosts who jumped at him one after another were all ordinary ghosts, some of them didn't even have any hostility.

That idiot wanted to consume his energy!

In such a short while, most of the yellow talisman was used, and the ringing of the three clear bells made his wrist numb.

If he had a third hand, he probably would have taken out the wooden fish from the bag as well.

But fortunately, I had a fight with the boss in the morning, and there was a little more yang energy in my body, and some ghosts with little resentment dispersed as soon as they touched him.

The female ghost who disappeared before hung her head and stood in the distance, as if she was watching a play or waiting for an opportunity.

The other male ghost was nowhere to be seen, and according to the nature of the previous sneak attack, it should be a surprise.

Bai Jinshan didn't have that much energy, and he manipulated countless ghosts at once. Among this group of ghosts, there must be a leader.

Fang Zhuo asked the system, "Can you find it?"

Because the small compass is surrounded by ghosts, the pointer is frightened and the pointer turns around, and the rounding is equal to a strike.

233 said, "I need a little time to calculate their energy values. The one with the highest energy value should be their boss."

Fang Zhuo said no problem, and then continued to deal with the pounced ghosts.

Behind him, Jiang Laoer was staring with a gloomy expression.

His lips tightened, loosened, and tightened again, as if making an important decision.

Finally, he picked up his phone, recorded a video, and sent it to Jiang Luyan's work phone number.

Then another text message was sent out, and the text message record was deleted.

After Jiang Luyan discovered that Fang Zhuo's position had been staying in the cemetery, he immediately ended the company's affairs and rushed to Nanshan.

Who would have expected that the car would be blocked to death as soon as it got on the overpass.

Just at this moment, his work cell phone rang.

Probably because the mobile phone used for shooting was disturbed, the picture is not very clear, and black and white snowflakes appear from time to time.

But it can still be seen that there are some black phantoms shaking in the screen.

As for the young people surrounded by it, it was obviously difficult for them to cope.

Jiang Luyan turned off the fire, and called Fang Zhuo, reminding him that the connection was temporarily unavailable.

Without any hesitation, he immediately chose to abandon the car.

The expression on the man's face was terrifying, and he ran like lightning at an astonishingly fast speed.

Just as he was rushing down the overpass, a van suddenly came on a ramp, barely brushed his back, and hit a book on the side of the road.

Jiang Luyan's expression was gloomy, and terrifying eddies surged in his dark eyes.

He opened the door of the van, kicked the man to the co-pilot, and sat in the driver's seat himself.

The driver, who was kicked until he spit out stomach acid, covered his stomach, rolled and howled in his seat, belching from time to time.

Jiang Luyan was driving like lightning all the way, and a broken bread shell was turned into a supercar by him.

On the other side, the yellow talisman on Fang Zhuo's body was almost exhausted, but the system did not give a reply for a long time.

Except for a few commonly used magic weapons on him, only the blood of the big brother is useless.

Thinking of such a precious thing, and throwing those dirty things with him, the fire in Fang Zhuo's heart burned up.

Reluctant to return, reluctant to return, the end of the road, you should use it or have to use it.

He quickly took out the blood bottle from his schoolbag, put it in his pocket, then unscrewed a bottle, and spilled the blood.

The blood with the most yang energy was simply more effective than the yellow talisman, defeating three of them at once.

A small victory revived him.

He squeezed the Seven Star Sword tightly and sprinkled the big brother's blood directly on the sword. At this moment, the system suddenly spoke.

"In front of you, that female ghost in a suspender dress."

Before the system finished speaking, Fang Zhuo had raised his sword and rushed towards the female ghost.

The little ghosts on the way disappeared as soon as they were touched by the bloody Seven Star Sword.

The suspender skirt had her hands hanging down, her fingertips were dripping with blood, and when she raised her head, her mouth suddenly opened, and many black moths flew out.

233 reminded, "The reason why ghosts can harm people is mostly because of the fear and retreat in people's hearts. Don't be afraid, those moths are fake."

Fang Zhuo took out a blood bottle from his bag with his backhand, stained his finger with blood, and drew directly in the void.

Talismans don't have to be attached to paper, as long as there is spiritual power, a piece of grass, a leaf, even the air, everything in the world can become a carrier.

It's a pity that his ability is not enough. After a stroke, the air is still air, and no strokes appear.

"Fuck!" Fang Zhuo gritted his teeth, and the moths all landed on his face, which was cold to the bone, and was transformed with Yin Qi.

At the same time, all the ghosts around rushed forward.

Fang Zhuo clearly felt that his soul was being torn apart, and there was constant pain in his body.

He bit his lower lip tightly, enduring it without crying out for pain.

The female ghost who disappeared before appeared, and the hair spit out from the mouth wrapped around Fang Zhuo's hands and feet, and the hand of the male ghost stretched out from the soil again.

He firmly grasped Fang Zhuo's two ankles and pulled them into the soil.

The wet soil turned into a quagmire at that moment, and Fang Zhuo could clearly feel that the sticky, foul-smelling wet soil was devouring his calf bit by bit.

The three kinds of forces exerted their strength at the same time, pulling his body, and the surrounding ghosts began to squeeze in desperately, trying to drag his soul out.

Fang Zhuo's brain tingled, his eyes were brightly colored, but he suddenly stopped struggling, "233, yellow talisman."

The last three pieces of inventory at the bottom of the press box were taken out by the system, Fang Zhuo said, "Get up, town."

The three yellow talismans fell in three directions respectively, and spontaneously ignited in an instant.

The bright yellow flame burned down along his hair, the moths, and the hands clutching his feet.

All shackles disappeared at the same time.

Fang Zhuo looked around, there were no ghosts, the soil under his feet was compacted, as if everything just now was an illusion.

But he knew it wasn't over yet.

The compass is pointing to the woods ahead.

Probably there were too many ghosts here just now, and the yin energy was too heavy, which woke up the old ghost who was huddled in the tomb to recuperate.

A cloud of black mist came out of the grave and flew straight towards the distant woods.

In the woods, Bai Jinshan knelt on the ground on one knee.

His face was sallow, his face was black, mouthfuls of blood gushed out from his throat, and the aura in his body was constantly being weakened.

All the raised ghosts broke free from the restraint, counterattacked, devoured his soul, tore his skin, and enjoyed a rare gluttonous feast.

When Fang Zhuo arrived, Bai Jinshan was lying on the ground, with wounds all over his body, and every bone was deep.

He wanted to get closer, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move an inch.

233 trembled suddenly, "He he he is behind you."

The cold and sticky touch gradually surrounded him, but disappeared in an instant.

Before Fang Zhuo had time to breathe a sigh of relief, a sharp stabbing pain came from his chest.

He saw a hand passing through his chest, and then the whole body, as if playing a prank.

Fang Zhuo was cold from his soul to his toes, but it didn't hurt.

The thing whose figure was obscured by the evil spirit stared at him and smiled strangely. This person's soul was more interesting than he imagined.

"Seizing the house? Borrowing the corpse to return the soul?" Bai San's voice was very hoarse, with a gurgling sound.

Fang Zhuo didn't respond, but the half-dead Bai Jinshan suddenly raised his head with surprise on his face.

He finally understood why the charlatan who was not doing his job properly suddenly seemed to be a different person.

Bai San walked up to Bai Jinshan, enjoying watching him being bitten by the dead soul.

The more torture you suffer before death, the heavier your resentment and hostility after death.

This is his favorite snack.

Bai Jinshan clenched his teeth, spread his five fingers, and desperately stretched in Fang Zhuo's direction.

Fang Zhuo suddenly couldn't understand, "Is he telling me to go?"

233,"It seems to be."

Fang Zhuo rolled his eyes, "Brother, I want to leave too, but I can't."

Bai Jinshan coughed up blood again, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go, go..."

Fang Zhuo couldn't understand, it was you who let me go, and you were the one who wanted to kill me before, as a man, it's not good to be so fickle.

The cloud of black yin gradually enveloped Bai Jinshan's body and penetrated into his skin.

Fang Zhuo saw with his own eyes that two expressions appeared on Bai Jinshan's face at the same time.

Half painful, half sinister.