Chapter 260 Monitoring Sand Table
In the endless cemetery, countless evil spirits are buried beneath the gray-black soil.

Wang Xiaoming only took a quick look and saw dozens of them. There was an evil ghost under almost every grave.

Thinking of the evil spirits that had just been imprisoned on the ghost bus, Wang Xiaoming guessed that those empty graves were most likely where the evil spirits had escaped.

"It seems that the number of evil spirits imprisoned in this cemetery has surpassed that of the Haunted Forest of the Ancient House."

Wang Xiaoming kept walking towards the wooden house, and took a pretty good look at the place with the help of his prying eyes. From what he saw, the number of evil spirits was even denser than in the ghost forest.

This does not mean that Luo Qian is stronger than Zhang Dong, but rather the difference in the abilities of the evil spirits. Luo Qian's ability focuses on suppression, which is a great advantage in imprisoning evil spirits, while Zhang Dong's ability focuses on attack and combat.

With a creaking sound, Wang Xiaoming just approached the wooden house and saw a figure walking out of the wooden house. Just like the wooden house, Luo Qian's clothes were even simpler, just a coarse linen shirt without any decorations.

Similar to Zhang Dong's eyes were those that were like dead fish eyes, dead silent and without any emotion. The moment they looked at Wang Xiaoming, without any sign, the invisible attack began.

Wang Xiaoming felt his feet go soft, as if he was stepping on quicksand. The grave soil under his feet seemed to have life and began to climb up from under his feet.

At the same time, he also sensed a powerful repressive force accompanying the appearance of the grave soil, suppressing the extraordinary power in his body.

With a thought, Wang Xiaoming directly connected with the power of the Wilderness of Knowledge for blessing. The spiritual status in his body surged, breaking through the suppressive power brought by the grave soil. At the same time, he took out a fierce ghost stored in the Wilderness of Knowledge and put it on his body.

The next moment, the grave soil that looked like living things turned yellow, turned into quicksand and fell down, and began to infect the grave soil in reverse.

The grave soil and quicksand eroded each other, and for a moment, there was no clear winner. Luo Qian in front of the wooden house had an unchanged expression, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes: "Who are you?"

"I am Wang Xiaoming, a junior. I came here this time to ask for something from my senior." Wang Xiaoming said straightforwardly.

Wang Xiaoming?!

Luo Qianqian's face, which had never changed, showed a suspicious look. He looked Wang Xiaoming up and down and said, "Is it you? The great inventor from the spiritual world?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded in acknowledgement and threw the certificate to the other party. Luo Qian was not afraid of the curse on the certificate and took it directly to look at it.

After reading the certificate, Luo Qian was skeptical, but he still scattered the grave soil and asked tentatively: "I heard that you have an important invention recently, which shocked many people?"

Wang Xiaoming also dispersed the quicksand and nodded, "Contract control, a new way to control evil spirits."

After hearing Wang Xiaoming mention the contract driving, Luo Qian finally felt relieved. He returned the certificate and asked, "Did you use the contract driving to drive the evil spirit just now?"

"It's a little different. My way of controlling is unique." Wang Xiaoming said as he swept his eyes over Luo Qian's body and did not find any coffin nails.

Afterwards, the two had a brief exchange of information, and Luo Qian also learned that Wang Xiaoming had met Zhang Dong. However, when Wang Xiaoming mentioned the matter of asking for the coffin nails, the scene became very quiet for a while.

The power of the coffin nails can be understood once you have used them. As the owner of the coffin nails, Luo Qian is naturally reluctant to part with them. This is normal.

Wang Xiaoming came to ask for it, mainly because he had read the original novel in his previous life and knew that Luo Qian was about to die. Half a year later, he placed the coffin nails on the wooden stakes outside the wooden house, which showed that Luo Qian still did not want the coffin nails to disappear with him.

Sure enough, after nearly a minute of silence, Luo Qian finally spoke: "Okay! Come with me into the house to get it!" After that, Luo Qian turned and walked into the wooden house. The strange thing was that after Luo Qian walked into the wooden house, Wang Xiaoming could not sense other party's breath, as if there was no one in the wooden house, and even the sound of stepping on the wooden boards disappeared.

Wang Xiaoming had no doubts about this and immediately followed him in. This was the confidence that came with great strength. When he was at a low level and had no strength before, he rarely left the headquarters.

Now, after fighting with two of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China and determining his own ecological niche, Wang Xiaoming can confidently say that there are very few places in this world that can threaten him.

As soon as he entered the wooden house, Wang Xiaoming saw a huge table, no... it should be said that it was a huge sand table. This was the sand table of the endless cemetery. He even saw a mini ghost bus in it.

This sand table can actually display the situation outside in real time, which is equivalent to installing surveillance cameras in the entire Endless Cemetery. After the Ghost Bus arrived at this mysterious place, Luo Qian should have discovered them.

Out of curiosity, Wang Xiaoming opened the Wilderness of Knowledge and looked at the sand table. Layer by layer of curtains were peeled off like peeling an onion, and what appeared in his eyes was indeed a fierce ghost.

I don’t know what means Luo Qian used to turn this evil ghost into a sand table of an endless cemetery.

"What a good trick! This ghost is also a good ghost!"

After seeing the sand table ghost clearly, Wang Xiaoming immediately became interested. It could display the situation of the entire endless cemetery. This thing was much more useful than the spirit measuring instrument he had studied.

But now is not the time to study evil spirits. Wang Xiaoming discovered that Luo Qian, who had just entered the room, had disappeared.

This is a room similar to a living room. Apart from the sandbox, there are only some sundries left in the room and nothing worth noting.

The lights in the house were dim, and Wang Xiaoming discovered that there was a wooden door on each side of the living room, which should lead to a room such as a bedroom.

With a creak, the door on the right was opened and Luo Qian walked out with a long wooden box in his hand. He walked to Wang Xiaoming and handed it to him.

Wang Xiaoming took the wooden box, opened it and looked inside, and saw the rusty coffin nails inside, which were exactly the same as the coffin nails he had seen in Dachang City.

When I reached out to touch it, I immediately felt a powerful spiritual suppressing force.

"This thing has been with me for a long time and has helped me solve many problems." Luo Qian said, "But it is of no use to me now."

Wang Xiaoming put away the coffin nails and expressed his gratitude to Luo Qian. The generosity of Luo Qian can be seen from the fact that he was willing to give away such a treasure as the coffin nails.

After a few words, Wang Xiaoming asked about the origin of the sand table ghost. From Luo Qian's narration, he learned that this thing was indeed specially made like this.

The person who made the sand table was Zhang Bohua, one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, the old man who asked Mr. Qin to deliver three portions of Chinese medicine powder.

Thinking of the medicine box in Zhang Bohua's hand that could automatically produce medicine in the original book, which was also made by a fierce ghost, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but become interested.

Zhang Bohua obviously has the ability to forge supernatural weapons, and the supernatural weapons that pass through his hands have no side effects.

Wang Xiaoming can easily make evil spirits into supernatural weapons, but that is because he possesses two divine paths, while Zhang Bohua relies on the power of evil spirits.

(End of this chapter)