Chapter 259: Rising from the Coffin
After learning that there were humans from another world living in the mysterious land, Wang Xiaoming was quite interested and he immediately thought of parchment.

After he completely analyzed this evil spirit, he threw it into a corner. Now thinking about it, it still has a lot of value.

Although he had looked through the memories on the parchment before, he had only skimmed through them, and some messy memories were skipped over, and perhaps some important information was missed.

In the calm and bright sea of ​​light, a stone chair was hanging high. Wang Xiaoming was sitting on it with his eyes slightly closed. In his hand, he was holding a fist-sized ball of light. This was the memory of the parchment.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Xiaoming slowly opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

In the memory search just now, he obtained some information about the humans in the other world, but this information was too incomplete to allow him to fully understand this group that could survive in the mysterious land.

But it was not completely useless, at least he had a general understanding of the situation of some of them.

Just like what Zhang Dong said, there are indeed some people who have drifted to a mysterious place to survive because of the destruction of the world.

They survive in groups, as tough as weeds, and have adapted to the environment of the spiritual land.

Parchment once went deep into the human gathering place in the supernatural land, and he found that all the people there were ghost riders. Even the babies who were still breastfeeding had evil spirits in their bodies.

Later, the world where the parchment was located was destroyed by the revival of the supernatural. When he went to look for the gathering place again, he found that the gathering place had been deserted for some reason and there was no trace of human survival.

"The ghostly land is full of dangers. According to some of the images in the parchment memory, the disappearance of the gathering place is likely to be caused by the invasion and destruction of evil spirits."

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and shot the ball of light in his hand into the parchment again. His figure faded and slowly disappeared on the stone chair.

On the ghost bus, Wang Xiaoming slowly opened his eyes. He was quite disappointed with the information he had just obtained from the parchment. There was too little useful information, so he could only wait until he returned to the headquarters to ask Mr. Qin.

"I hope the gathering place that Mr. Qin discovered has not disappeared."

Looking at the thick darkness outside the car window, Wang Xiaoming's thoughts were flying.

Time passed, and more than an hour went by. The darkness outside gradually dissipated, and Wang Xiaoming realized that he was about to arrive at a new mysterious place.

He looked out the window, and the first thing that caught his eye was the gray-black land, which was bare and desolate.

As the ghost bus went deeper, graves appeared one after another. At first glance, they were endless and there was no end in sight.

"Are we at the cemetery?" Wang Xiaoming immediately thought of the place guarded by Luo Qian, one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China in the original novel. "It's a good opportunity to go meet Luo Qian and take the coffin nail from his hand."

In the original book, there were a total of three coffin nails. The first one was on the body of the Lord of the Ghost Eye in Dachang City. Wang Xiaoming was afraid of accidents so he did not take it.

There is another one abroad, and I don’t know where it is hiding.

The third coffin nail was in Luo Qian's hand and placed in the Endless Cemetery. Later, when Luo Qian died, the coffin nail was taken to reality by an evil ghost, and ended up meeting the protagonist Yang Jian, who delivered it directly to his door.

The coffin nail is the first magical weapon in the original novel, which can restrain all evil spirits. If there is a chance, Wang Xiaoming still wants to get it.

The ghost bus began to slow down. Wang Xiaoming thought for a moment and looked at Zhou Tong: "Stay on the bus for a while. I need to get off for a while at this stop."

"professor?!"

"Don't worry, just wait for me on the bus. Oh, go to the driver's seat..." Wang Xiaoming gave Zhou Tong the method of how to become a ghost bus driver, and asked him to temporarily use his own strength to prevent the ghost bus from driving away. Then he took out a blue and silver scroll from his arms and gave it to Zhou Tong.

After Zhou Tong took the scroll, he immediately walked to the front of the bus and saw a male corpse sitting in the driver's seat with his entire body lying on the steering wheel, which did not affect the driving of the ghost bus at all.

He simply reached out and grabbed the man's clothes and lifted him up hard. He then lifted the man out of the driver's seat and threw him aside, revealing the leather seat.

Compared with other parts of the ghost bus, this seat looked a lot newer. Zhou Tong didn't mind that a dead person had just sat on it, so he sat directly in the driver's seat and reached under the seat.

"Eh……"

Zhou Tong felt a sharp pain in his hand and quickly retracted his hand. He saw a row of dense teeth marks on his originally uninjured palm. The pale skin was stained red, and it had been bitten and bled.

Fortunately, Wang Xiaoming had already given instructions in advance, and Zhou Tong knew that this was a normal situation, so he did not panic.

After being bitten, Zhou Tong felt that he had a faint connection with the ghost bus, and he seemed to be able to control the ghost bus.

Thinking that the professor was about to get off the bus, Zhou Tong resisted the urge to step on the accelerator and watched the bus slowly slow down without making any random movements.

Wang Xiaoming looked in the direction of the cemetery, where a small wooden house appeared. It was where Luo Qian lived. Compared with Zhang Dong's ancient house, this wooden house looked very simple and dilapidated.

It looks like a wooden house in the jungle that has been abandoned for many years.

Wang Xiaoming looked across the wooden stakes in front of the wooden house, but he did not find any coffin nails. This was different from the original novel, where the coffin nails were inserted into the wooden stakes in front of the house and were discovered by Yang Jian.

"The coffin nail should still be in Luo Qian's hand. Later, it was inserted into the wooden stake at the door. It must be a helpless act when his life was about to end. After all, this coffin nail is a powerful weapon against evil spirits. It is better to give it away than to be buried with him."

Not seeing the coffin nails, Wang Xiaoming quickly thought about what might happen.

Squeak... squeak...

The ghost bus finally stopped at the station and both doors opened at the same time.

Zhou Tong was sitting in the driver's seat. He turned his head and looked up at the door, and saw a fierce ghost covered in mud about to step onto the ghost bus.

Suddenly, a dark passage appeared under the feet of the evil ghost, and before Zhou Tong could react, the evil ghost was taken away.

Wang Xiaoming withdrew his attention and got off the bus. A simple bus stop sign was erected in front of him. If he didn't look carefully, he would have thought it was a piece of wooden board that someone didn't want and threw there.

There is a small path around the bus stop that leads directly to the wooden house in the cemetery. Maybe the ghost bus made too much noise, the originally dark wooden house suddenly lit up with a dim light.

The winding path is only one meter wide and is surrounded by graves. If you are not careful, you might step on a grave. Stepping on a grave may not be a big deal in the real world, but this is a haunted place. Wang Xiaoming is sure that if he takes the wrong path and steps on a grave, the evil spirit buried in the grave will rise from the coffin and cause trouble for him.

Curious about the state of the evil spirits in the grave, Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes and looked around. The powerful sealing power of the grave soil could not block his sight.

Strange and evil ghosts began to appear in his sight.

(End of this chapter)