Chapter 362: Graveyard and Ghosts
The Ghost Dragon Dance incident came to an end, and several captains did not stay in Luocheng City. A few minutes later, only Cao Yang and Shen Lin were left, along with a heavy golden coffin.

"I plan to control the Rakshasa ghosts and those masks here."

Shen Lin leaned against the coffin. There was no sound in the coffin. It was obvious that Gu Li, who was imprisoned inside, had turned into a cold corpse.

"Whatever. I still have things to deal with. You'd better not put all your hopes on me."

Cao Yang said expressionlessly that he certainly knew what Shen Lin was planning, but he didn't have much time to wait for Shen Lin's result.

"You might as well just drive in the coffin."

"It's not impossible, but I don't think it's time for me to lie in the coffin yet."

After experiencing the events of the Xuan Jing Club in Dazheng City, the Jing Gui Den, and the Ghost Dragon Dance in Luocheng City, Cao Yang and Shen Lin have become friends for life and they talk more like good friends.

The conversation between the two was simple. Shen Lin dragged the coffin and casually walked into a residential building, while Cao Yang's figure disappeared from the spot and then appeared on the roof of a building.

"Bai Zhilin from Baiyu Village said that there is a ghost grave of a mourner in Luocheng City, and the mourner has been looking for a suitable tombstone for this grave..."

Cao Yang's eyes swept across the ancient city. To be honest, he had no doubt that in addition to the auction house and the ghost tomb, there were probably other mysterious places in this city...

Sure enough, as the ghost wind shrouded the city, there were indeed several places that could not be clearly investigated, and it was obvious that there were supernatural beings.

"Wow, there are three or four places involving the supernatural."

Cao Yang was also a little shocked. The area of ​​Luocheng City is not large, but the number of supernatural events has even exceeded that of some big cities.

"The Grottoes, the White Horse Temple...these attractions are more or less influenced by the supernatural."

The next second, Cao Yang's figure instantly appeared at a crossroads in the suburbs.

The wind was raging, everything in sight was distorted, the surrounding buildings gradually became blurred, and a dark and silent world seemed to gradually emerge from some mysterious place that did not exist in reality.

The fifth level of ghost den can distort and influence reality, breaking the boundary between reality and the supernatural, thus exposing the truth.

Soon, the raging evil wind gradually subsided, and Cao Yang successfully invaded this mysterious land.

This is a road intersection. Next to the intersection stands a telephone pole with a bus stop sign hung on it. It seems to be a temporary bus stop in the countryside.

However, looking around, there were no villages or towns around, only a desolate forest that was so dead and eerie that it made people feel cold in their hearts.

“Is this a stop for the ghost bus?”

Cao Yang walked carefully on this road that had no end and no starting point. The bus stop sign attracted his attention, but there was no evidence to prove his guess.

However, in such a dark and uninhabited wilderness, Cao Yang unexpectedly discovered many corpses.

There were both male and female corpses, but the common feature was that they were all kneeling on the ground with sad expressions on their faces. The despair and fear revealed in their lifeless eyes made people's hair stand on end and their hearts tremble with fear.

Most of the bodies had already decayed, and the skin that had not yet decayed was a terrifying gray. However, even so, these bodies still maintained a kneeling posture, without any sign of tilting or falling, as if they were made into statues and were as stiff as a statue.

"Crying to death?"

Seeing this scene, Cao Yang was roughly certain that this should be the stop that Yang Jian passed by when he first got on the bus, and there was also an extremely terrifying crying ghost here.

Although Yang Jian classified it as A-level at that time, what the ghost really showed was only the weirdness of a crying face, and its own abilities and terror were never revealed.

"The ability of the crying face ghost is that anyone who shows a crying face will die, so the supernatural power that makes people kneel down and cry at the grave should come from the crying ghost itself." Cao Yang tried to invade the memories of these corpses, but because they had been dead for too long, their consciousness had completely dissipated, and the memory ghost was unable to capture or spy on any trace of their memory.

"Finding that haunted grave also satisfies my curiosity about the weeping ghost as a reader."

“Swish—!”

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the sound of leaves rustling came from the wild forest not far away, which made people feel inexplicably creepy.

"Go and see."

Although he did not use the ghost cave, Cao Yang's movements were not slow, and he soon arrived outside the desolate forest.

Different from the ghost forest outside Zhangdong’s old house, the trees in this wild forest grew more strangely, with uneven shapes, twisted branches, and gray-black trunks.

Not only that, the bark of these strange trees is raised, presenting the appearance of human facial features, which is horrifying at first glance.

This was just the outermost part. Cao Yang noticed that the deeper into the forest, the thicker the trees became. With the naked eye, the thickest tree could be seen to be almost as big as a person could hug.

"rustle--!"

There was another strange sound around, but this time it was not the rustling of leaves, but more like someone whispering, like a ghost whispering in a person's ear in the dark night, or like a ghost in the mountains.

Cao Yang shifted his gaze and found a grave suddenly appeared in the dark wasteland next to the woods. The grave was not large, more like a mound, and there was no tombstone in front of the grave. It was completely a deserted grave.

However, in just a blink of an eye, a figure in white mourning clothes appeared in front of the grave. The figure had its back to Cao Yang, and it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman. It knelt stiffly in front of the grave, and the whispering voice just now was made by it.

"The weeping ghost has appeared!"

Cao Yang's heart shuddered. Although he was not scared, there was very little information about the crying ghost. He chose to be cautious, not wanting to fall into trouble.

Despite this, Cao Yang still held the coffin nail in his hand.

"We need to fuse the two broken coffin nails together as soon as possible. The coffin nails that have been partially devoured by the starving ghosts are no longer very useful to the more terrifying ghosts. Even if they are nailed down, they may not be completely suppressed."

Cao Yang muttered to himself, but the conjecture about the Rust Ghost has not been confirmed yet, everything takes time.

"Whoosh-!"

The rusty coffin nails instantly cut through the air and flew towards the kneeling figure like a bullet.

"Gone?"

However, the coffin nails fell powerlessly to the ground, and the desolate grave and the ghost in mourning clothes disappeared, as if they had never existed.

"and many more."

Suddenly, Cao Yang felt an inexplicable chill coming from behind him. It was obvious that the evil ghost was behind him.

Without hesitation, the carrying pole instantly appeared in Cao Yang's hand, and the next second he swung it towards his back, but it still hit the air.

Cao Yang turned around suddenly, and there was nothing behind him.

"Is this also one of the supernatural phenomena of the weeping ghost?"

(End of this chapter)