Chapter 365 Tombstone
This feeling was very uncomfortable. The cold and gloomy aura that belonged only to evil spirits filled and invaded Cao Yang's body and consciousness like a thorn in the flesh.

Not only that, each of the crying grave ghosts had a face hole that was as dark and deep as the abyss, and behind them, the earthen graves were shaking even more violently, as if something was about to break out of the ground in the next second.

"Crying ghost...crying ghost..."

Cao Yang tried his best to recall some details about this ghost in the original book. However, this ghost only appeared briefly. Apart from appearing when Yang Jian first boarded the ghost bus, it never appeared again.

Suddenly, Cao Yang seemed to have thought of something, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Will it be that simple?"

"Crying at the grave, crying at the grave, the crying face is gone, only the grave is left, so the dirt grave is the real ghost? Or, what is buried in the dirt grave is the real source."

This idea is very bold, but also very simple. The Crying Grave Ghost is just a code name given to this ghost by Yang Jian himself. In fact, he has no idea about the ghost's supernatural power, and Cao Yang has also fallen into this misunderstanding.

He did as he said. The ghost scissors in Cao Yang's hand opened and closed, directly cutting off the curse thread connecting him in his sight.

At the same time, all the ghosts in white mourning clothes took a step towards Cao Yang. An extremely terrifying suction force came from the bottomless face hole, as if it was going to swallow up everything in reality.

It was visible to the naked eye that Cao Yang's skin and flesh suddenly turned into a bruised color, and that part of the flesh was rapidly rotting and peeling off. The horrifying death spirit suddenly erupted in Cao Yang's body.

"Change identity, replace."

A ghost slave invaded the reality from the memory world, and was instantly replaced by Cao Yang. The ghost slave took on the inevitable death of the spirit on his behalf, and in the blink of an eye, fell to the ground and was completely silent.

Blood bubbles were bubbling in the blood lake, as if it was boiling. Waves of surging blood hit the surface of the lake, pushing Cao Yang towards a grave.

"My pole will definitely hit the grave-crying ghost!"

To some extent, a transaction without cost is no different from making a wish. Cao Yang just realized this, so he started a transaction with himself.

"Snapped--!"

The deal was done, and the carrying pole that had previously failed actually touched the ghost this time, but it felt strange, as if it had hit soft soil. The sound was a bit dull, obviously not made by hitting a corpse.

However, the attack of the carrying pole was indeed effective. The originally shaking earth grave was directly broken open, and a fishy and cold smell poured out from it, and even the ground began to shake.

"It seems that my guess is somewhat accurate."

Cao Yang was not afraid, but picked up the carrying pole and poked it into the grave.

The thick and rotten shoulder pole was about one meter long, but it could not touch anything when it went deep into the grave. It was as if there was an empty hole inside. There was no coffin or corpse. It didn't look like a grave at all.

"boom--!"

At this moment, all the earthen graves collapsed at the same time, the smelly black soil fell into the ground, and the figures in white mourning clothes suddenly stopped.

Terror is brewing!

"Is it finally showing up?"

Cao Yang pulled back the carrying pole and looked at the collapsed earth grave beside him, quietly waiting for the evil spirit in the grave to appear.

After about three to five minutes, the ground and the grave stopped shaking, and a skinny and shriveled hand suddenly stretched out from the collapsed grave. The palm was covered with mud, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time and was resurrected.

"coming."

Immediately afterwards, the collapsed earth grave began to rise and fall, and the palm of the hand was tightly clasped on the ground, as if ready to drag out the entire body.

Cao Yang did not interrupt the process, but waited.

soon.

The ghost buried in the grave crawled out completely, and his face was completely exposed in Cao Yang's eyes - dirty, old and pale mourning clothes, a dark and deep facial hole, a slightly bent body, and a strong aura of death all over his body.

Obviously, this is the real crying grave ghost, but whether it is the source remains to be confirmed.

There was not just one crying ghost that appeared. The same crying ghost crawled out of all the graves. Compared to the previous illusions and idealism, the evil ghosts now seemed more real and were visible and tangible.

"go away!"

Without any pause, the carrying pole hit the body of the crying ghost in an instant, and then the evil ghost was directly whipped away, and its solid body began to gradually become illusory and blurred.

"trade."

The unsolvable transaction magic of the ghost peddler was activated again. Cao Yang was very confident in the value of the carrying pole in his hand. Even if an alien was hit by it, it would lose half its life.

"I need to know how to balance the grave weepers and the graves."

The price is paid and the transaction is established.

Fate has its place, trade at noon.

It was noon at this moment. Cao Yang, who had experienced four reincarnations, and the ghost peddler were a walking knowledge base. But reality was always unpredictable. There was too little information about the crying ghost. Cao Yang only got one sentence in the end:

"Qi Xuan has been looking for a tombstone, which I presume is for that grave."

This was what the ghost prisoner Bai Zhilin said to Cao Yang, and now it reappeared in Cao Yang's mind as a special piece of information.

"Trade won't lie, so the grave-crying ghost should be the mourner from that year, or a large core piece of the puzzle."

"Qi Xuan has been looking for a tombstone, a tombstone that contains spiritual power, or even a ghost tombstone. What is his purpose? To become an alien? To balance himself?"

The answer is no longer important. What matters is the tombstone, a ghost tombstone. As long as you have this thing, you can balance or even suppress the crying ghost.

"I don't have time to find a tombstone. In this case, I have to make one myself."

Cao Yang's heart trembled. It was not difficult to make a ghost tombstone. The difficult part was to find a ghost that could conflict with the rules of the crying ghost and have the same horror level.

At the same time, in a bank vault in Los Angeles.

Shen Lin managed to get a lot of gold foil and covered the entire vault with it. Of course, it was impossible to stop the ghost rider with these things, and even ordinary people could come and go freely. But the ghosts had no wisdom, and gold isolated the spirits. Even if he failed, the ghosts would most likely be trapped in this vault forever.

Then, Shen Lin took out a phone, edited a message, set it to be sent on time, and then threw the phone outside the vault.

"call--!"

"I never thought that one day I would take the initiative to try such a crazy plan, without any preparation, without any verification, and even just a flash of inspiration."

"If I succeed, I will escape from my current situation and become a completely new alien with the help of the Rakshasa ghost and these masks."

"If we fail, Captain Shen Lin's name will be completely wiped out from this world."

"However, given Cao Yang's character, I'm afraid he will find ways to reclaim my body."

Thinking of this, Shen Lin suddenly laughed, a laugh that showed a sense of relief, yet also revealed some misery.

"A mask, an identity, an identity ghost, a ghost appearance."

"Come on. I also want to see whether I, Shen Lin, will be the ultimate winner in the endless imitation and replacement."

(End of this chapter)