Weird Regulator

The scene in the dream appeared in front of the two of them.

The soil slopes collapsed by the rain, the weeds swaying in the rain, and the slightly tilted tree beside the stone grave.

The scene has not changed, but the time point has changed, and the people who come here have also changed.

Judging from the scale of the stone tomb, this is indeed a multi-person tomb.

According to Luo Jianjun's description, he originally dug a pit about half a meter deep, which was wide enough to fit two coffins.

The tomb made of piled stones was simple but solid. No one except him had touched it for many years in the back mountain, and it had never been damaged.

Luo Xian stood here, carefully recalling the coffin she saw in her dream.

The five people dug out the stone grave with whatever tools they had. Inside was a black wood coffin without any decay.

If it does not rot for thirty years, there must be interference from supernatural forces.

Now observing from a close distance, she did not feel the slightest bit of power that made her uncomfortable.

The dead Panting should have been ahead of them, but there was no trace at this time. There were only their two footprints on the ground.

Obviously Panting represents the ghost side, and the completeness of the stone tomb indicates that their heads were put into the coffin with supernatural power.

Luo Xian couldn't help but take the first step. Bai Huaiguang's body was most likely in the coffin.

The heads of all of them were also in the coffins and had to be dug out.

She cautiously reached to the top of the stone grave and grabbed a stone while observing her surroundings.

There was no movement.

Seeing that nothing happened, she began to act boldly, using her hands and feet to clean the stones from the grave.

Ji Li stood behind her without saying a word or taking a step.

“Panting buried the head in the grave half an hour early, corresponding to what he saw and heard in the dream.

But the future has been changed. Does the ghost really not realize this?

He was still hesitating, and everything that happened made him feel extremely uneasy.

No one can say whether this is unfounded worry or overthinking.

But that's how Ji Li felt. He always felt that everything going on now seemed more like being forced in by ghosts.

This is being led by a ghost.

But why does it make sense logically?

Ji Li, you are good at everything, but you are too suspicious.

The second personality said roughly at this time:

Is it true that the dream is real? Is it true that the madman was silenced? Doesn't everything that happened match up in time?

This logical chain is so clear, what else are you wondering about?

This time, even the third personality rarely agreed and said softly:

“It is true that there are still doubts about this matter, but it is not to the extent that it can overturn everything.

The conditions for failure are too harsh, unless you are on the wrong path from the beginning, Luo Xian's nightmare evil object is invalid, and Luo Jianjun's confession is wrong...

Even a series of your actions are all in vain.

This probability is too small.

Ji Li still didn't move. There was no problem with the analysis of the third personality, and even the second personality made sense.

But he just has a bad intuition, which is an indescribable sixth sense.

The dark clouds in the sky are getting lower and lower. How many giant thunders are hidden in these clouds are impossible to see with the naked eye.

Only when it really breaks out will people realize that things have changed.

Manager Ji, what are you looking at if you don't come to help? I can't do it alone.

Luo Xian's body was already covered with mud. She looked in a miserable state at this time, her fair face was also stained, and she was digging dirt with a thick branch in her hand.

Ji Li frowned, slowly pulled out the opera sword from behind, hesitated for a moment and finally walked over.

When you get closer, draw it from top to bottom, and the mixed stone inside is cut into two sections.

He cut the stone with his sword and Luo Xian cleaned it.

The two of them worked together and it didn't take long to level the grave.

The time was getting closer and closer to 8:29. Ji Li gave up his sword and began to look for tools to dig in the soil.

The two men just lay on the grave and dug the grave with all their strength.

etc!

Just when Ji Li was about to use a planed silver wine jug to dig downwards, Luo Xian suddenly raised his hand to stop.

Wearing gloves, she rushed down to move the soft soil with her hands.

Not long after, in this piece of yellow soil, a dazzling jet black came into view.

Luo Xian raised his head and looked at Ji Li. With a flick of his hand, he pushed the broken soil aside, revealing a large black wooden board.

Dong dong dong.

After tapping hard several times, she breathed a sigh of relief and said:

It seems that our efforts were not in vain, we finally found the rightful owner.

Without saying a word, Ji Li jumped into the pit, stepped on the muddy wet soil, and worked hard to clean the rest of the area around the edge of the coffin.

Luo Xian stood outside the pit, wiping the mud from his face with his elbow while paying attention to the surrounding situation.

Still nothing.

Ji Li had intuition, and she didn't have it either.

The closer she got to the stone grave, an indescribable strange feeling enveloped her heart.

But the biggest difference between Luo Xian and Ji Li is that she is willing to believe in everything she gets with her own hands.

To get to this point, they paid a price of blood and precious time.

Every step you take now is a change brought about by the sinful object.

No one dares to say that all this is false, unless even her most proud nightmare crime object has been deceived.

Luo Xian looked up at the distant yet close sky. The raindrops washed away the dirt on her face, making her fair again.

So what if I'm wrong?

It's better than this ambiguous situation now.

Even if they make a mistake in judgment, they still have at least half of the mission time to correct their mistakes.

Come.

Ji Li's body stood upright from the grave, and he waved to Luo Xian.

With a faint smile on his face, Luo Xian jumped neatly into the pit.

There was a very ordinary black wooden coffin between them, surrounded by the smell of decay and mud.

The six ghosts' misfortune is here, Bai Huaiguang and their heads are here, and maybe the way to life or death is also here.

Opening the coffin is the most important step in this mission, regardless of success or failure.

Luo Xian slowly pressed his hand on the coffin lid, took a deep breath, and secretly used his strength.

But at this moment, Ji Li reached out to stop him. His gray-black pupils looked at Luo Xian solemnly and said word by word:

let me.

Luo Xian didn't know what he meant, but he didn't stop him.

Ji Li is not a hesitant person. He is extremely reluctant to do this, but he must do it.

After opening the coffin, if it shows their heads and Bai Huaiguang's body, it means this step was taken correctly.

The source of the six ghosts' misfortune lies in this coffin, and the path to life is suddenly revealed.

But if after opening the coffin, only the bones of the six ghosts are found, it means that they were deliberately led here and fell into a fatal trap.

A large-scale dead end broke out, and it was difficult for the two of them to get out of the back mountain alive.

He pressed his hands on the coffin lid and exerted a slight force, causing the entire coffin to tremble for a moment.

Ji Li's eyes flashed, and he didn't try again. He used all his strength to suddenly lift the coffin lid open.

Luo Xian's eyes were wet by the water droplets thrown out, but he still moved forward to watch immediately.

However, the scene inside the coffin made her fall into confusion for a moment, followed by panic from the soles of her feet to the sky.

None of the two scenarios the two of them thought about happened.

Inside the coffin, there was no head of the clerk, no body of Bai Huaiguang, and no head of the madman.

Not even the bones of the six ghosts that Luo Jianjun buried thirty years ago were there.

This is an empty coffin!