Chapter 627 The Coffin in the Ancient City [5000 Monthly Vote Requested]

Lin Mo couldn't open his eyes under the bright light.

Not to mention the ghost eyes, they didn't dare to show themselves in this light.

The next moment, a huge suction force came from below, and Lin Mo was accidentally pulled down.

Just when Lin Mo thought he would fall into the abyss and be shattered to pieces, the next moment, he landed on a piece of grass.

When I opened my eyes and looked again, the dazzling light was gone.

Lin Mo was stunned.

He didn't expect this.

Beneath him is soft grass.

The cool and cold wind around.

But isn’t this under the mine? Where does the grass come from and where does the wind come from?

The lively funeral music was much clearer. Before, it felt like I was covered with a quilt, but now I am immersed in it.

What surprised Lin Mo was that the mourning music came from a big city in front.

Big city?

Lin Mo looked at the ten-meter-high city wall and the ancient city tower, and didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Where is this?"

The surrounding area was quite empty, and except for this ancient city, the rest of the place was completely dark.

Vaguely, he could feel that something was watching him in the darkness.

With malice and bad intentions.

Lin Mo turned around and stared for a while, and finally turned back.

"It should be a group of lonely ghosts with no ability. They don't dare to come over. They just hide in the dark and peek, and they can't do anything." Lin Mo looked down.

The miner's lamp originally on his waist now turned into a small red lantern.

The appearance has changed.

It's amazing.

The only thing that didn't change was the scarlet blood light, which was still weird.

Originally, Lin Mo thought something would come and attack him, or something scary and weird would happen, but after standing in the wind for two minutes, no one paid him any attention.

"Then I'll go into the city and have a look."

Now that you've arrived at this place, let's stick to one idea and make peace with it as we've come.

The uncle should have been caught here too.

And it is certain that this is under the abandoned mine in the eastern suburbs. The secret of his resurrection from the dead five years ago is hidden here, so I might as well take this opportunity to investigate it carefully.

The mourning continues.

Obviously, someone is holding a funeral in this strange city.

When he reached the city gate, Lin Mo stopped again.

At the gate of the city, there were two rows of ghosts wearing armor.

They all had ferocious faces and lowered their heads. Each ghost held a long-handled knife in its hand, and the blade was exuding billowing black energy.

Any one of them has the strength of an A-level nightmare.

Lin Mo quickly gave this kind of ghost an appropriate name.

Soldier ghost!

After a quick count, there were eight in one row and sixteen in two rows.

Sixteen A-level nightmares, this scene and momentum are very scary, and there is an invisible pressure. I believe that no matter who it is, even an S-level Yuan Xiuqing must weigh his own capabilities when facing sixteen soldier ghosts.

Especially within this city gate, Lin Mo felt that there was some kind of hidden taboo here.

An idea immediately came to mind.

You must not cause trouble in this place.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you accidentally violate a taboo at the city gate, no matter who it is, you will die.

Lin Mo is a manly man, capable of bending and stretching. At this moment, he is considering whether to go to the city.

I thought that since I didn't do anything and didn't cause any trouble, I shouldn't violate any taboos.

Just at this time, from another direction, a figure hurriedly walked into the city gate and entered the city. The two rows of soldiers and ghosts did not respond.

It seems that entering the city honestly will not violate taboos.

If others can do it, so can I.

Lin Mo thought it through and gave it a try.

So he took a deep breath, then lowered his head and walked inside.

The closer the distance, the stronger the sense of oppression on the soldier ghost.

To be honest, Lin Mo wouldn't think it was a big deal if there were just one or two soldiers and ghosts, and he would never be vague even if it was a fight.

But there are too many opponents. One-on-one and one-on-many are two different concepts.

According to Lin Mo's idea, he would be like the ghost who entered the city just now. He would go in safely, while the soldiers and ghosts would continue to fish with their heads down and not disturb each other. This would be great.

But sometimes, things just don't go the way he wants.

As soon as he got closer, something unexpected happened.

All sixteen soldier ghosts raised their heads and looked at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was stunned.

"E X, what are you looking at me doing?"

He wanted to ask, but was afraid of violating a taboo.

At this moment, sixteen terrifying soldier ghosts were looking straight at Lin Mo. The soldier ghosts looked very terrifying, and their eyes were like black holes.

Lin Mo glanced at them and thought about going back?

Nope either.

Wait a minute, don't panic if something happens. If you think about it carefully, you will find that they just looked and didn't do anything.

Lin Mo felt that he had already arrived, so he had to go in first no matter what.

He thought quickly in his mind, and then continued to move forward.

If you just look, Lin Mo doesn't care.

Just watch it if you want. Can I lose a few kilograms of meat?

Next, Lin Mo was wary and walked in pretending to be nonchalant.

The sixteen soldier ghosts really didn't move, just looking at Lin Mo. They waited until Lin Mo entered the city gate before the soldier ghosts looked away and lowered their heads again.

"That's it?"

Lin Moxin said it was nothing, just staring at herself.

Of course, he also thought about why these soldiers and ghosts didn't even look at the figure who entered just now.

I can't figure out this question for the moment, and Lin Mo has no intention of asking these soldiers and ghosts.

In short, we entered this weird ancient city successfully and safely.

This is a real ancient city.

Lin Mo has been to the ancient city in the real world. In that kind of place, you can still feel some traces of modernity, but here, it is absolutely authentic.

Lin Mo didn't quite understand what era this ancient city was in, but it seemed that it must have existed four to five hundred years ago.

Although the ground is paved with stone slabs, it is uneven and there are no stone slabs in some places. They are all hard dirt roads.

The houses on both sides were very short, many of them were locked and had strange charms attached to them. Lin Mo passed by and randomly found one to look inside.

It was pitch black.

There is a person standing vaguely, motionless, staring straight at you, with a fierce light in his eyes in the darkness.

This isn't too bad.

Just a ghostly figure stood there.

Lin Mo looked inside when passing by a relatively large house.

Oh boy, a room full of ghosts.

Full to the brim.

Likewise, the door to the house is locked with a special chain and sealed with a charm.

Lin Mo thought of one thing at this time. How big this ancient city is. According to the current situation, the number of ghosts in the city may be counted in the tens of thousands.

"What on earth is this place?"

Lin Mo, who had just arrived, knew nothing about this strange ancient city.

He decided to first go to the place where the mourning music was coming from.

I'll look for you on the way.

Not surprisingly, the uncle must have been brought to this place.

The joy of mourning is getting closer.

Going around to the front, Lin Mo saw it.

It was a family with white silk hangings and black cloth, and they were having a funeral.

Several figures were sitting at the door, playing and singing.

Kneeling in front were several people wearing sackcloth and mourning, crying sadly.

But this cry doesn't sound normal. Who can keep crying in the same tune? At least it has to be mellow. When you're tired of crying, you have to take a break.

But these 'filial sons and grandsons' who were kneeling on the ground kept crying, and listening to them for a long time made people's scalp numb.

What's more frightening is not the crying.

Lin Mo took a closer look at the 'band' hosting the funeral. There were people playing the suona, the snare drum, the sheng, and the three-stringed string.

None of them are human anyway.

Not even a ghost.

It's a paper man.

These paper figures are dressed in red and green, with their facial features painted and blush on their faces. They are so gorgeous.

But right now, I guess no one thinks they are pretty.

I just feel scared.

Again, Lin Mo is an exception.

When he saw a group of paper figures, he actually felt a sense of intimacy.

This reminded him of Old Man Wang.

Old man Wang is a master of origami, and what he does is useless.

"It's a pity, Lao Wang, you left too early. I miss you so much."

Lin Mo muttered in his heart.

Then Lin Mo looked into the house.

There was a coffin inside, and in front of it was a small low table offering tributes and candles and incense.

This is an ancient city, and I don’t know which dynasty it is from, so there are no photos. There is just a wooden sign with names and taboos written on it.

Lin Mo was ready to leave.

This funeral itself is very unlucky, not to mention the fact that it is a funeral in such a strange place, it is doubly unlucky, and there is nothing to see.

Just leave.

But at this moment, Lin Mo's nose moved.

He smelled of alcohol.

Very light.

But you can smell it.

He looked around and saw that no one was drinking here, and there was no wine on the table. So where did the smell of wine come from?

At this time, Lin Mo's heart moved.

"It's uncle!"

The uncle was drinking before, and then Lao Suntou came to the door, followed by Cui Daquan, a gambler.

And because the uncle has been drinking for a long time, he always smells like alcohol.

Can't go away.

Lin Mo's first reaction at this moment was that the uncle was here.

He was immediately interested.

Start taking a closer look.

There were no ghosts kneeling on the ground. Lin Mo glanced at these ghosts one by one. Obviously, there was no uncle among them.

A band that plays music and sings?

Nothing more.

These paper figures are easy to identify.

Lin Mo followed the smell and looked into the room where the coffins were placed.

There were actually a few ghosts kneeling inside.

Although hidden in the darkness, Lin Mo could still tell that they were not uncles.

Then, there is only one place.

His eyes slowly moved to the large coffin.

Lin Mo squinted his eyes and stepped inside.

He was watching from the side before, and none of the ghosts here would pay attention to him. Maybe it was because the water in the well did not interfere with the water in the river, but if Lin Mo wanted to go in, these ghosts would not let him in.

The crying stopped.

The ghosts kneeling on the ground outside all looked up at Lin Mo.

The coldness in the air became stronger and stronger.

It was like dozens of refrigerator doors were opened on the spot, and waves of decay and stench swept in.

The pressure is huge.

The danger is gradually getting worse.

But Lin Mo was unmoved.

He was thinking about something else now.

My uncle is probably in this coffin.

But why?

He didn't quite understand.

If you don't understand something, you can make hypothetical inferences based on what you already know. Lin Mo is good at this. He learned it in the training class of the General Administration's expert group.

Assuming that the uncle is in the coffin, then the other party must have a reason.

That is to say, there must be a motive.

Anyone who does anything has a motive.

Same goes for ghosts.

The uncle is also a ghost. Putting a ghost into a coffin. Such a complicated operation can only show that the other party has a big plan.

Probably a good thing for these ghosts.

But it is certain that it is not a good thing for the uncle.

Since it is not a good thing for the uncle, Lin Mo must have a hand in it. After all, he is also his father's brother.

Open your mind a little more and look at the funeral here. This is a ritual, and it is an ongoing ritual. Lin Mo assumed that the uncle was already in danger.

So we must seize the time to rescue the uncle.

The ghosts here probably won't agree.

No, it’s not an estimate, it’s definitely not an agreement.

There will inevitably be conflict.

In this case, it is better to strike first.

Thinking of this, his thoughts were straightened out, and Lin Mo had a clear mind.

A ghost in front stepped forward to stop him, but Lin Mo knocked him to the ground with a slap.

The other ghosts immediately showed terrifying ghost faces.

Lin Mo didn't want to waste time, so he called out Xiaoyu.

Then he walked into the house without turning his head.

The ghosts outside were blocked by the sudden light rain.

Xiaoyu's current aura is very terrifying.

In particular, the black skirt is spreading to all directions, but all the ghosts affected by the black skirt dare not move. Their instinct tells them that if they move, the end will be very miserable.

There were a few ghosts in the house, but these ghosts also saw that Lin Mo was not easy to mess with. Although they were angry, they did not take action.

"Master, what do you mean?"

A ghost dressed in sackcloth and mourning stood up and said. As he spoke, the ghost looked at the little red lantern on Lin Mo's waist. He probably mistook Lin Mo for some other ghost.

Lin Mo ignored him.

Because there is nothing to say, rescuing the uncle first is the key.

He looked at the coffin and saw that the coffin board had been nailed shut. He tried to pull it off, but it was a bit difficult.

At this time, several black iron chains stretched out from behind Lin Mo and wrapped around the coffin, just like a python strangling its prey. There was a click and the coffin was torn apart.

"Thank you Xiaoyu!"

Lin Mo said politely.

Then he kicked the coffin over.

With a bang, the altar fell down and the tributes were scattered all over the floor.

The ghosts in the room already had fierce looks on their faces.

The coffin opened and two ghosts rolled out.

One is an uncle, and the other is an old man wearing a black shroud.

The old man closed his eyes and remained motionless, being held tightly by the old man wearing a black shroud. You could see a lot of long white hair sprouting from the old man's body, and some of them had penetrated into the old man's body.

Lin Mo went up to separate the two.

There were constant crackling sounds, and the long white hairs were torn off one by one, and they were decaying rapidly, including the old man's body, which looked normal at first.

Soon, the flesh began to shrink and cling tightly to the skin, the hair fell out, and the body exuded an incredible aura of death.

"It's too much!"

The ghosts in the house wearing sackcloth and mourning became angry at this moment, and each of them showed their ghosts and threw themselves at each other.

"Fuck you." Lin Mo was also angry.

My uncle has his eyes closed now, and there is no breath in his body. He still wants to ask for an explanation.

Go up and kick a ghost over.

The brick hammer in his hand spun up, and with a click, one of the opponent's legs was broken.

At this moment, Lin Mo was more fierce than the ghosts, and the other two ghosts were also suppressed. Although they gritted their teeth, they did not dare to approach at all.

Lin Mo lowered his head and asked the ghost on the ground: "What did you do to my uncle?"

The ghost had a broken leg, but he couldn't feel any pain. At this moment, his eyes were bulging and he was staring at Lin Mo.

Suddenly he roared like crazy: "You are not a ghost, you are not a ghost!"

The sound is so loud, it's like turning the volume to Max instantly.

Lin Mo reacted quickly enough and instantly covered the other person's mouth.

This guy called himself 'Master Chai' before, obviously because of the red lantern. Obviously, this small red lantern can only be used by the so-called 'ghost chai'.

And when the other party roared like this, he probably wanted to call other ghosts in the city to come over.

How could Lin Mo make it happen.

The other party resisted wildly, and Lin Mo could only call Xiaohu out and devour the other party.

The other two ghosts in the room saw this scene and fell silent.

Checking the situation of the uncle, something is not good.

Asked the other two ghosts, they didn't say anything.

Lin Mo smiled and asked Xiaohu if he could eat two more.

Xiaohu nodded, took two bites, and swallowed the two ghosts.

Now it's all done.

The hidden dangers in the house have been eliminated.

As for the ghosts outside, they couldn't get in because of the light rain.

Lin Mo can't control the others for the time being.

Now he was desperate to find out what was going on.

"Xiaohu, are you okay?" Lin Mo asked at this moment.

Xiaohu nodded, opened his mouth and spat out a ghost with saliva on it and half of its face corroded.

This is the one that was swallowed at the beginning.

Has been transformed into a demon by Xiaohu.

After being spat out, the other party got up from the ground, with confusion in his only remaining eye.

I guess it's a bit confusing.

Lin Mo asked directly.

As long as it is swallowed by the little tiger and turned into a ghost, it is impossible to go against the will of the little tiger, and now Lin Mo's will is the will of the little tiger.

Then the other party revealed everything.

"What happened to my uncle?"

"Who is your uncle?"

Lin Mo pointed to the old man on the ground.

"Oh, my master needs a new ghost to keep him alive so that he doesn't become an idiot, so he drags the ghost to catch a new ghost."

As the other party told it, Lin Mo figured it out.

According to what the other party said, people become ghosts when they die, and ghosts become ghosts when they die.

His master, the one who is now turned into a mummy like a dried sweet potato, has begun to become mutilated. In order to stay alive, he needs fresher ghosts to stay alive.

As for the arrest of the Lin family uncle, it was a complete coincidence.

Lin Mo asked me, my uncle has been dead for seven years, is this a new ghost?

"Forget it, ten years is considered a new death, as long as it is within ten years."

Lin Mo felt that his strange knowledge had increased.

Next, Lin Mo asked it where exactly this ancient city was.

"This is a ghost town, created by Mr. Chunfeng."

This guy doesn't know anything else.

Lin Mo remembered that after entering the city, he saw many houses that were locked with chains and attached with charms. However, there were some strange ghosts inside, exuding a terrifying evil aura.

He also asked about this.

"That's a dead ghost who turned into a ghost. Before he died, he was sealed in the house and couldn't be let out, otherwise there would be big trouble."