Chapter 161 Waiting for Things to PassLooking at Guan Daorong who fell down. Everyone looked horrified. The danger of this grave mound has just begun, and one of them has fallen? The question now is, how did Guan Daorong get caught? He just killed an evil spirit and didn't have any direct contact with it, and no one saw anything special. And is Guan Daorong dead or not? The murderer lying on the ground had white eyes and a terrified face, as if he was going through something. His body twitched occasionally and he was temporarily disabled. Not only did people not try to find out why he fell, they were even afraid of being infected by something in his body if they approached him. Step, step... Don't give anyone a moment to breathe. There were footsteps outside again. A fat man with a big belly and pimples all over his face was staggering towards the coffin. Aunt He suddenly felt a little nauseous. It’s Mr. Liu! Wu Xian licked his lips and became nervous. First it was Old Zhao, then Liu Xiucai, how come the guys who appear one after another are all dead? But no matter what the reason for Liu Xiucai's appearance is.
The remaining seven people had to find a way to stop him, otherwise if he extinguished the incense in front of the coffin, they would most likely be wiped out. Then who should take action? Guan Daorong, who attacked Lao Zhao, was already lying on the ground. Wu Xian whispered. "Just now, Guan Daorong attacked directly with the snake spear. Maybe something was transmitted along the snake spear. If we use a telekinetic attack..." bass! Before Wu Xian could finish his words, Liu Xiucai's body was pierced by the Green Dragon Crescent Blade. It was Su Mi who threw the big knife out! Su Mi also knew that such an attack was very risky, but someone had to do some things, and now Guan Daorong’s condition was still unclear, so even if he was hit, it would not necessarily be a dead end. Liu Xiucai sat on the ground, holding the crescent-shaped sword on his stomach, and tilted his head to look at Su Mi. Su Mi's movements froze. With a loud bang, he fell down. hiss! The remaining six people all gasped. Even Wu Xian and Wei Dian were not calm anymore. They couldn't understand how the two men fell down, so naturally they couldn't take any precautions. They felt helpless. However, Aunt He seemed to remember something despite her fear. Step, step... The third figure appeared, this person walked with strange yet familiar footsteps, he was covering his nose, and was dressed fashionably. He was none other than the fashionable evil spirit that was killed by Wu Xian before! His movements were neither fast nor slow. Some time was left for everyone to think, but it was not much. Wu Xian turned his head and looked at Guan Daorong. I was slightly surprised to find that Guan Daorong's expression was more relaxed than at first, as if he was thinking about something. Then I looked at the fashionable ghost who was approaching step by step without any thought of dodging...
Wu Xian immediately had an idea in his mind, and he stood up and spoke to the remaining people. "The fact that they both fell down shows that it has nothing to do with direct contact, so the reason they got hit might be that their eyes met. I will make a new attempt. If I fail as well, it means that this guess is wrong." After saying this, Wu Xian first glanced at the position where Shang Shisui was, then turned his head away and secretly snapped his fingers. puff! A huge spike suddenly pierced through the ground. The sharp spike pierced through Shi Shangsui's body directly. The tip grew out of his mouth, causing him to look up at the sky. Wu Xian did not look at Shang Shi Sui, and Shang Shi Sui could not look at Wu Xian. Wu Xian waited for the result nervously. Wait and wait. He felt a little dizzy, and then suddenly there was a sharp pain in his nose. "what……" Wu Xian lay straight on the ground. His fall. This further deepened the panic of the remaining five people. This meant that no matter how they used tricks, as long as the evil spirit that came over died in someone's hands, that person would definitely fall. How to play this? If eight of these things come in a row, won't they be wiped out? The unsolvable problem made every family member feel a little overwhelmed. But while they were anxious, a new figure appeared. This figure was an old man they had never seen before. Judging from his tail, he looked like a fox spirit. He looked somewhat similar to Butler Hu, but much older. Who will take action next? This has become a problem. …… pain! Severe pain! Wu Xian had never felt such pain before. It was so painful that it felt like his nose had fallen off. His nose was in excruciating pain, but he also felt unusually cool and his breathing was very smooth. He glanced down. I saw a delicate nose lying in the mud... "Um... my nose fell off." More than just the nose. Wu Xian was in severe pain all over. Except for his lips that could move and his eyelids that could blink twice, he could not even move a finger. He could only lie on the ground, breathing heavily, feeling his strength gradually draining away. "This is……" Wu Xian instantly understood his situation. He was experiencing the same scene that the fashionable ghost experienced before his death! "That's true."
When Wu Xian observed Guan Daorong's expression before, he realized that Guan Daorong's fall might not be a terrible thing, and he was obtaining information through some channel. Those evil spirits walked straight towards the coffin, and their purpose was not to destroy the incense. They just wanted someone to kill them so that they could experience the scene before their death and pass on this information. Therefore Wu Xian didn't think about it any more. Instead, he focused on what was in front of him. He wanted to write down everything that was about to happen. This information might be of great use. He couldn't turn his head and couldn't see the scene behind him. But judging from the groans and howls coming from behind him, there were many people in the same situation as him, and it was obvious that the thing pressing down on him must be the shabby bus. A terrified man was standing in front of the bus. The clothes on this man are somewhat similar to those of the driver Lao Zhao, so he should be the driver of this bus. From previous reports, Wu Xian already knew that this driver was the only survivor of the accident. But Wu Xian didn't expect that there were so many survivors when the car just fell. An old lady nearby who was not too seriously injured said. "Master, call an ambulance, call the firefighters... Please hurry up, I beg you, I can't hold on for much longer." The driver held his head with a look of despair. "No, it shouldn't be like this. It's not my fault..." Another man who seemed a little irritable said: "No one said it was your fault, hurry up and call someone." The driver took out his phone and said in despair. "Here, there is no signal." The irritable man was also desperate: "Then let's go to a place with signal. Do we need anyone to teach us about this kind of thing..." The driver's face was full of confusion. He thought about the huge compensation that he could not afford, the criticism from countless onlookers, and the fact that after today's accident, he would no longer have a peaceful life... When he thought of this, he felt that he might as well be dead. He lowered his head and muttered to himself. "Just leave it here and ignore it. No one will come looking for me. Wait until it's over, wait until it's over..." (End of this chapter)