Feeling the coldness in the air, the rushing footsteps and the eerie shadows in the surrounding darkness, Ying Sixue whispered.

"Why don't you say these ghosts swarmed up and killed us..."

Yang Xuming also watched vigilantly around him, guarding against attacks that might appear at any time in the dark.

The more you go in, the less the ghosts don't hide their existence.

The sound of footsteps when they rushed, they were far and near.

Some sad crying can even be heard in the darkness, as well as some weird gasping sounds.

It seems that in the darkness they can't see, there are horrible monsters lurking, ready to rush out and tear the two of them to pieces.

This level is no longer what a simple haunted can describe, it is completely a haunted haunted nest.

It turns out that the depths of this cave are such a hellish scene...

Even Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue, who have experienced many battles, are a little hairy at this time.

There are too many of these ghosts.

Judging by the number of people who died in the Lin family and Wang family, there were at least two to three hundred ghosts in this cave.

Even if these ghosts are very weak, if they swarm up, they can pile up the two people present to death.

Yang Xuming looked around nervously and whispered.

"Could it be the self-defense method of the blood coffin female ghost... After all, Lin Zongli can feel Wu Xiaosong approaching, there is no reason the blood coffin female ghost can't feel it."

"The blood coffin female ghost must know that Wu Xiaosong came back to kill it, so call all these ghosts under her control to protect herself?"

"As for it didn't let these ghosts rush to kill us, probably because we haven't shown hostility to her, and she doesn't want to act rashly, so as not to deplete her number of ghosts?"

Ying Sixue nodded, "It is reasonable and convincing."

Yang Xuming glared at her, "If you think something is wrong, just say it, yin and yang are weird...be careful I smoke you!"

Ying Sixue sneered again and again, "Come on, it's a puppy if it's not here."

Yang Xuming stopped.

Ying Sixue was a little confused, "What's wrong? Do you really want to smoke me?"

"Uh...it's not..." Yang Xuming looked to the side not far away, and said in a daze, "We seem to be somewhere."

Yang Xuming looked a little sluggish at this time, as if he was attracted by something and couldn't move away at all.

Ying Sixue followed his gaze, but found that there was nothing dark over there.

With the flashlight light shining over, apart from two ghosts screaming and avoiding the light, only a strangely shaped big rock stood in the dark.

I didn't see anything else.

Ying Sixue was a little confused, "Did you feel anything?"

Yang Xuming nodded and walked slowly towards the other side.

The slow pace was like being attracted by the body uncontrollably.

Yang Xuming murmured, "It should be here..."

He murmured and walked towards the huge rock in the dark.

The stone is very big, five or six meters high, like a monster standing in the dark.

The surface of the stone, like all the stones in the cave, was washed by water droplets over the years. The surface looked very strange, with countless lines and traces.

When Yang Xuming and the others walked to the front of this huge boulder, Yang Xuming squatted down and illuminated the soil here with the light of a flashlight.

The extremely dry soil looked like it had been roasted for a long time under the scorching summer sun, without any moisture.

When the hand touches it, it is hard and rough, incompatible with the damp environment in the cave.

And under the light, the soil in this area was a weird blood red.

Ying Sixue and Yang Xuming looked at each other, "It looks like it should be here."

Yang Xuming nodded, took off the shovel on his back, and started digging directly.

The metal shovel plunged fiercely into the hard soil, shoveling the dirt up.

This process is more laborious than imagined.

Because the soil here is really hard, even harder than expected.

Ying Sixue could only stand by and watch with a flashlight, unable to help.

Under the light of the flashlight, Yang Xuming vigorously waved his shovel, digging the dirt under his feet.

In the darkness behind them, in the shadows around them, the low crying, weird gasping, and the sound of running footsteps gradually stopped.

But Ying Sixue could clearly feel that those ghosts had not left.

Not only did he not leave, he even approached here silently.

Even without turning her head, she could clearly feel countless pairs of eyes staring at her and Yang Xuming in the darkness behind her.

This group of ghosts actually squatted in the dark as if they were watching a play, silently watching Yang Xuming's digging behavior.

All the goose bumps on Ying Sixue's arm.

Being stared at by so many ghosts silently, the strange feeling became more and more permeating.

Even more scary than when they run around and make various noises.

But Yang Xuming completely ignored these ghosts.

He buried his head and dug the soil under his feet, the hard soil was as strong as cast iron.

Even with the power of the red ghost fire, Yang Xuming's digging is still very laborious.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

If it were ordinary ground, Yang Xuming could even dig out the pit where the coffin was buried.

But at this time, he only dug a small hole ten centimeters deep, and the digging speed was very slow.

But the only good news is that the more you dig down, the feeling of shoveling into the dirt seems to be less laborious.

It can be clearly felt that the soil below this area should be moistened and loosened.

Standing in the mud pit, Yang Xuming took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued to dig hard with his shovel.

Ten centimeters, twenty centimeters, fifty centimeters, one meter...

Finally, when the depth of the pit that Yang Xuming dug reached his waist, his shovel hit something.

clang--

With a muffled sound, Yang Xuming's shovel seemed to touch some kind of iron.

He stopped subconsciously and looked at Ying Sixue by the side of the pit.

Ying Sixue said in a low voice, "Couldn't it be your dad..."

"The Record of Life and Death" said that Yang Xuming's father was buried under this piece of land.

If you dig down, the first to be dug out is probably the corpse of Yang Xuming's father.

But the sound and touch just now... Does Dad wear any iron?

Yang Xuming frowned and continued to shovel.

It's just that his movements are much softer now.

Soon, he shoveled away the small layer of soil on the surface, revealing what was buried under the red soil.

A black coffin...

Under the light of the flashlight, buried under the mud was a black coffin.

This coffin is very small, it can even be said to be a mini, it is no more than half a meter long, it is simply a small coffin model.

When the shovel touched it, it made a dull sound, which was the feeling of ironware.

This little black coffin...is it made of iron?