Chapter 202: Tiptoe Ghost Possession

Whoosh!

Wu Xian shuddered and immediately crawled on the ground, vigilantly looking around.

Shi Ji lay down almost at the same time as him, and Sun Qian followed suit.

Li Qi supported Zhao Ying's corpse.

His expression was numb, dull, and couldn't see a trace of brilliance.

Zhao Ying's death was too abrupt, so much so that Li Qi hadn't understood what exactly happened; clearly, they had been holding hands all along, how could they suddenly be separated by heaven and man?

Was this too fast?

The relationship between this explorer couple was very good.

They had the same hobbies, common careers, complementary personalities; although it wasn't as if they loved each other to death like in TV dramas, they had long regarded each other as a part of themselves.

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous loud noise, another bullet hit, hitting a grave mound and splashing some mud.

Zhu Shuhui only realized after the fact that they had encountered a shooting.

He hurriedly pressed Li Qi down, lying on the ground, in order to dodge the bullets that might appear at any time.

Wu Xian hammered the ground and cursed in a low voice.

"Damn, I knew it would be like this; I had been vigilant ever since I saw Sha Huaqiang had a gun in the carriage; I was worried for a long time, and finally, I was shot by a black gun."

Shi Ji wiped his sweat, and his legs were a bit soft: "Submachine guns are more terrifying than ghosts."

Sun Qian was a bit confused; these two didn't change their expressions when facing fierce ghosts, so why was their reaction to guns so big?

If Shi Ji knew his confusion, he would definitely educate him well.

Facing ghosts, Shi Ji could at least disgust the other party, but facing a submachine gun...

How far can feces be splashed, and how far can bullets hit?

While speaking.

Wu Xian had already found the person who fired the gun.

It wasn't that Wu Xian had good eyesight, but that this person was wearing an orange vest with reflective strips, exactly the worker who disappeared last night!

This worker stood by a tree, holding a submachine gun with one hand, his movements strange and stiff, trying hard to aim.

They had been trying to crack the ghost wall, so they ignored the danger that might appear behind them.

Bang, bang, bang!

A few more shots were fired, each shot making everyone's liver tremble, but not a single bullet hit; the worker lowered his head, as if annoyed, patting the side of the gun, his movements comical like a mime actor.

Wu Xian frowned.

If it was a worker firing, he hadn't eaten pork, but he had at least seen pigs run; why use such an awkward way?

And besides the firing posture, all his other postures were also very weird, sometimes like a person, sometimes like a shadow puppet being controlled by strings in a shadow play.

This strange appearance made Zhu Shuhui horrified.

Sun Qian, who had sharp eyes, whispered: "Brother Xian, look quickly, his... his toes are on tiptoe!"

Wu Xian then noticed.

The worker's feet, covered by weeds, only had his toes lightly touching the ground.

Strength comes from the ground; the worker didn't touch the ground, had no strength of his own, and relied entirely on other forces to move, which was why his posture looked so awkward.

Zhu Shuhui let out a slightly excited exclamation: "Ghost possession, this is ghost possession!"

Wu Xian immediately asked: "How to break ghost possession?"

"I don't know."

Wu Xian rolled his eyes.

Although the possessed worker's marksmanship was poor, he would occasionally hit; the miserable death of Zhao Ying was proof; no one wanted to let this person 'hit' once on themselves.

So they crawled on the ground and soon hid in places with obstacles around, and even Li Qi followed and crawled over.

Seeing that the target was lost, the worker raised his legs high and walked over, his movements uncoordinated to the extreme.

While walking, he also fired.

After walking to the position of Zhao Ying's corpse, the worker pulled the trigger again, but this time the gun didn't ring!

The bullets were empty!

Wu Xian was waiting for this opportunity.

Click!

Zhu Shuhui pressed the shutter, and accompanied by the flash, one photo was completed.

Wu Xian rushed over.

This worker swung the submachine gun, randomly whipping Wu Xian, but his movements were too stiff, so Wu Xian easily dodged, swung the Ghost Head Blade, and slashed at the worker's back.

Wu Xian intended to only attack the ghost possessing him.

If this blade didn't work, then the next blade would hack the worker together.

Fortunately, the attack worked.

The worker's legs went soft, and he fell straight onto the mud.

Sun Qian cheered.

But Wu Xian's expression wasn't very good.

He didn't feel like he had hacked anything, which meant that the thing left voluntarily, rather than leaving after being hacked by him.

Even so.

Everyone relaxed temporarily; now at least they didn't have to worry about being shot by a black gun.

Wu Xian placed his hand on the worker's neck and found that his blood vessels were still jumping; this person was still alive now, so he slapped him a few times.

After a few slaps.

The worker who had been missing for a day slowly woke up.

Li Qi walked over quickly, his eyes straight, picked up the gun on the ground, loaded it, and was about to fire at the worker's head.

Wu Xian reacted quickly, immediately jumped up, and pushed Li Qi back five or six meters.

"I know you want revenge, but the murderer is not him, but the ghost possessing him; we need to ask the ghost's information from his mouth, otherwise you will never be able to take revenge."

Actually, Li Qi also understood this, but he really couldn't help it.

After the killing was stopped, he walked to Zhao Ying's corpse, knelt on the ground and wailed, his voice like a helpless child, which was heartbreaking to hear.

After a while.

The worker also regained his sanity.

"I, can I eat something?"

Wu Xian shook his head: "The stomach ghost has disappeared; if you are not afraid of being parasitized, I can get you something to eat."

The worker thought about it and gave up.

Wu Xian introduced the current situation to the worker, and after thinking for a while, the worker told about his experience before being possessed.

"I drank too much water last night and wanted to pee; although the toilet can be used, I didn't dare to go in alone, and I was a bit embarrassed to ask someone to accompany me..."

"So I planned to stand at the door and pee outside, so that everyone could see me."

"I originally felt that I wouldn't be afraid, but looking at the pitch-black street, looking at the weeds blown by the wind, my heart was still raised..."

"So I finished quickly, zipped up, turned around and prepared to return to the tent; that was my most relaxed moment, but just then..."

Speaking of this, the worker shuddered.

"There was a hand behind me, patting my shoulder!"

"After that, I don't remember; I just saw you as soon as I opened my eyes."

Wu Xian frowned; this information was not enough.

"Think carefully again, what was your state at the moment you lost consciousness?"

The driver frowned and thought hard: "It seems... I seem to have jumped up in fright."

"Jumped up..."

Zhu Shuhui clapped his hands: "I know, his heels left the ground at the same time, giving that ghost a chance to stick its feet behind his feet from behind!"

Wu Xian nodded; he thought so too; combined with the worker's appearance when he was possessed before, heels leaving the ground should be the condition for ghost possession.

Thinking of this.

Wu Xian's body suddenly felt icy.

Among those who met the conditions for being possessed, wasn't there another one?

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 203 =====