The Curse of the Ancient Tomb Sixteen

  "Finally! He's finally woken up." A voice seemed to let out a sigh of relief and said.

  Where was she? All that entered Su Ying's eyes were white, a pungent smell of disinfectant rushed into her nostrils, making her feel unbearably uncomfortable, and she started coughing.

  Several blurry faces in her line of sight gradually became clear, and she jumped up from the bed like she had seen a ghost, leaping onto the windowsill: "You...you don't come any closer!"

  Xue Pinhan and the others looked at each other, their faces full of surprise.

  "Xiao Su, what's wrong?" Old Yang took a step forward, and she suddenly let out a shrill cry: "Ghost! Ghost!"

  "Xiao Su, have you gone crazy? I am Uncle Yang."

  Su Yingzhen looked at him skeptically, then glanced at others: "You say, I have a fever?"

  "Yes, it's been a day and night. I slept very restlessly."

  It's all right, it was just a dream. Su Yingzhen got down from the windowsill, her eyes still somewhat dazed, but how could that dream be so real?

  Back at the temporary office, Xue Pinhan said: "The case is getting clearer and clearer now. Li Huan is indeed related to the tomb robbery, and this case has been handed over to another group for investigation. Our team is currently fully committed to investigating these paranormal cases. As Xiao Su said, each murder case forms a relationship of action and reaction. If we can find the next victim, we may be able to catch that thing and eliminate it."

  "The next victim should still be in Huaihua Village," said Dong Yiqi: "The old lady of the clothing store said that only when Huaihua Village is over will the curse spread to the surroundings."

  "So I decided to move the workplace to Huaihua Village." Xue Pinhan saw Su Yingzhen's listless appearance and asked with concern: "If you're not feeling well, don't go."

  "I'm fine." She forced a smile: "What about Li Huan's autopsy report? Why hasn't there been any news for so many days?"

  "When you were ill, the city had already received news, but it was not the autopsy result."

  "Why?"

  "Because the body is gone."

  "Missing? Are you saying someone stole the body?"

  "No, the body vanished under sealed circumstances."

  "Vanished into thin air? Not a single trace left?"

  "Yes."

  Su Yingzhen fell into deep thought.

  After a brief tidy, the group set off towards Huaihua Village. Before they even arrived, Su Yingzhen saw from afar that above the village, dark clouds were surging like turbulent waves, and she felt astonished. She asked Shen Zhiyuan beside her: "Do you see that black air?"

  Shen Zhiyuan looked in the direction she was pointing, the sky was clear and calm, shook his head: "I didn't see anything."

  "What did you see?" Xue Pinhan asked, turning his head back. She was about to speak when she saw a strange smile spreading across the corners of his mouth and asked warily: "What are you smiling at?"

  "I didn't laugh." This time it was Xue Pinhan's turn to be surprised in his heart, and he looked at her deeply for several eyes.

  Su Yingzhen only felt dizzy and sleepy, and when she looked up again, she didn't see any dark clouds. Had the fever damaged her brain, making her have hallucinations?

  As soon as they entered the village, they heard a burst of crying and shouting for help. An old man was holding a knife and slashing people everywhere. Xue Pinhan and several others rushed up to catch the old man. Su Yingzhen saw a faint black aura hovering around the old man's body and hastily pulled out a peach wood dagger to stab at the black aura. The old man's eyes rolled back, and he fell to the ground softly. A black aura floated out of his body, and Su Yingzhen rushed to chase after it. Her hand was caught by someone - Xue Pinhan: "Can you see that thing?"

  She nodded, looked again, and that black air had long since disappeared. There was a faint red mark at the corner of her eye. She quickly turned her head to look, and saw Yu Ruo standing under the snow-white fragrant pagoda tree, smiling at her, but he was gone. Leaving Su Yingzhen stunned like a wooden chicken.

  "Where is it now?" Xue Pinhan looked around.

  "It's gone." Su Yingzhen felt a severe headache: "Just now, I clearly stabbed her, how come it didn't work at all?" She held the peach wood dagger in front of her eyes for careful examination.

  "If it's really useless, then things will be difficult." Old Yang said with a worried tone.

  "And now the situation is different from before, that thing has started to directly possess and kill people." Su Yingzhen said, feeling increasingly headache, casting a suspicious glance at Xue Pinhan.

  "Can you communicate with spirits? Why haven't I ever heard you mention it before?" Xue Pinhan asked.

  "This has never happened before, now I don't know how but I can see some things," she replied.

  Xue Pinhan's eyes flashed with a hint of worry.

  "Oh no! There's been a car accident on the road ahead!" A villager rushed into the village, shouting. Xue Pinhan and the others followed the villagers who were rushing to the scene of the accident.

  A long-distance bus overturned on the ground, with bloodstains all over the carriage. A dozen police officers are busy at the scene. Many villagers from nearby villages gathered around, whispering to each other.

  "I heard that all the dead were people from Huaihua Village who went out to work."

  "What's going on? It's neither New Year nor a festival, why are they all coming back together?"

  "It's like we had an appointment to reincarnate."

  In the crowd, Wu Du smiled at Su Ying.

  Su Yingzhen suppressed her wildly racing heart and approached her. She turned around and left, but she didn't walk, she floated away.

  Su Yingzhen pursued closely and relentlessly.

  A shrill car horn sounded in her ear, a small car had rushed to her front, and was about to hit her. A figure flew over and hugged her, jumping to the side of the road. The car whizzed by, and the driver cursed loudly: "Get out of here, you jinx!"

  "How did you run to the middle of the road?" Xue Pinhan scolded, it was him who had just saved her. She looked at him blankly, and fell into a darkness, whose silvery laughter echoed in her ears?...

  "Xiao Su, what's wrong?" Xue Pinhan held her and shook her. She stared at him dazedly, no, it was her! The corners of her mouth hooked up, revealing a sinister smile, and she opened her five fingers to grab at her throat.

  She sprang out of her arms and pulled out a gun aimed at her.

  "Little Su!" "Zhen Zhen!" The other three people were stunned by the change before their eyes.

  "Who are you?" Su Ying Zhen coldly pressed for an answer.

  "Xiao Su, you're crazy! He's Xue Pinhan!" Old Yang rushed over to grab her gun. She dodged to the side: "No! He isn't!"

  Xue Pinhan stared at her: "Who do you think I am?"

  Su Yingzhen's hand shook as she grasped the trigger, her eyes wide with shock. Standing before her was Xue Pinhan. She slowly lowered the gun, shaking her head, and looked again, still furious! Then she immediately raised the gun once more, hesitating and looking uncertain, her face twisted in a scowl, cold sweat dripping down her cheeks.

  "Xiao Su! Don't shoot, he's really Xue Pinhan!" Old Yang shouted anxiously, and Dong Yiqi also hurriedly shouted.

  Su Yingzhen was completely disoriented, one moment she saw Xue Pinhan, the next moment she saw Wu, her head aching unbearably, as soon as she closed her eyes, the world turned pitch black...

  This chapter is a bit short, not in the right state of mind, feeling suffocated, writing ghosts at midnight, and then there are footsteps coming and going behind me, my family has already fallen asleep, I turn around but there's nothing, I walk back and forth again, turn around again, still nothing, in my heart I say, come out, being a friend from another realm isn't bad either, this thing actually ran to my ear and breathed on it, okay, if you want to watch then watch, when it's time to sleep, I even said goodnight to him, the next day I found that the quilt was covered quite well, every day it wasn't covered well, so ghosts aren't scary, it's people who are scared of themselves.