The nail in the coffin is in hand (please read and collect)

Author: Xiaoyang527

The nail in the coffin is in hand (please read and collect)

Hongfa Temple is not a very big temple.

It was built during the Republic of China and has been renovated several times.

It is different from its original appearance.

Yang Jian had visited here twice a long time ago, but at that time he never thought that there really was such a thing as a ghost in the world.

Now this thing has been revived around the world, and even one is imprisoned under this temple.

"Where is the dark space I entered before?"

A strange red light flashed, and Yang Jian came here again, standing in front of the Main Hall.

"This kind of place won't be up there. It's too dangerous. Look down and it's not difficult to find it with your ghost eyes." Wu Nai said with a faint smile.

Really... Yang Jian lowered his head and discovered a basement.

The building materials of this empty basement are mainly blue bricks, which is full of the style of the Republic of China, and the furnishings inside also have a sense of the times.

At the end of the basement, there is a door.

Old wooden door.

But at this time, he saw that the old wooden door was covered with gold foil, closed tightly, and locked again.

"I saw it, it's down there, should we go down like this?" Yang Jian asked,

It was stuck with gold foil, and his ghost realm couldn't be affected. He could only tear it open, open the door and go in.

"Don't worry, I'll tell the monks here. After all, it's their territory. Taking things without telling them is stealing. We don't steal things."

"It makes sense." Yang Jian nodded.

Having been classmates with Wu Nai for three years, he probably knows how this guy does things.

It is nothing more than convincing others with virtue.

At this time, a bald man in plain clothes came over after hearing the commotion. When he saw Wu Nai, he suddenly said: "It turns out to be the donor Wu. Did the donor come to burn incense?"

"Yes, host, I plan to donate one million sesame oil money and ask my Buddha to be compassionate and give me the magic pestle."

Wu Nai took out a check from his pocket and handed it over.

"This..." The bald man looked hesitant.

"Master, please help me. I know this is a temple thing, so I came here specifically to ask for your opinion." Wu Nai took out another check for one million and handed it over: "My friend has been hit by a ghost, and he really needs it.

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"Amitabha, the donor is very wise. Please come to my temple to listen to the Dharma more often..."

The bald host clasped his hands together, showed a "You are very wise" smile, and then took the check: "It's just that this magic pestle is of great importance. If you take it away, something terrible will definitely be released. This is my representative of Hongfa Temple."

Donors must not disbelieve secrets passed down from generation to generation."

"Master, please help me. Now the time has come to save the destined person..." Wu Nai drew another check and handed it over.

Three million... Yang Jian's eyelids twitched, and he sighed in his heart that there is indeed a gap between me and the real rich people.

The host looked at the check in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and said that he had been convinced by Wu Nai: "In this case, the donor will take care of himself, and I wish you success in obtaining the Demon-Conquering Pestle."

After the host left, Wu Nai patted Yang Jian and said, "Good brother, now it all depends on you."

"Are you sure you can't go down?"

"Not going."

"All right."

Yang Jian entered the basement alone, walked to the end and then stretched out his hand to tear off the gold foil on the door.

After the gold foil is torn off, the door opens.

The door lock breaks automatically.

A cold wind blew over, making people's hair stand on end, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

Yang Jian walked in directly. He had been here once before and didn't feel scared.

After entering it, the familiar darkness hit us.

This is a desolate, lifeless, dead space, with only a moldy, moss-covered green wall behind it.

Ordinary people would definitely be frightened when they walked into this place.

Tick, tick~!

There was the sound of dripping water in the dark space.

Slight and small, but so obvious, especially clear in the dark environment.

Yang Jian didn't need to rely on his own eyes to see. The place was pitch dark and he couldn't see anything clearly. He opened his ghost eyes directly.

Under the ghost's eyes, the surroundings were no longer dark, and everything could be seen clearly.

A bone-white tree is rooted in the ground, with many strange things hanging on it, including dried human heads and old rags. But on the trunk of the bone-white tree, there is a huge black figure three meters high nailed to the trunk.

There is an outline of a person, but no facial features. It is just a condensed black shadow, a bit like a headless ghost.

But it is different from the headless ghost.

This thing has substance.

A rusty coffin nail penetrated the tall black shadow's chest and nailed it to the tree.

The ticking sound was the black blood dripping from the wound.

What is imprisoned under this coffin nail should be terrifying, but there is no way, I have already promised to others... Yang Jian was very hesitant, but he still reached out to get the coffin nail.

But when he was about to touch it, he hesitated, turned around and went to the door to pick up several pieces of gold foil that had just been torn off, and wrapped the things first.

Through the gold foil, Yang Jian grabbed one end of the coffin nail.

I don't know if it was because of the isolation of the gold foil, but he didn't feel anything special, but he still had to take precautions.

Then Yang Jian pulled back hard, and the coffin nails that nailed the huge black shadow were successfully removed.

When the coffin nails were just removed, neither the white bone tree nor the huge black shadow had any reaction.

But when Yang Jian walked out of that door, he found that everything had disappeared.

Behind the door is a patch of blue bricks, with no trace of the dark space at all.

Obviously Ghost Eye has taken the initiative, and this ghost of unknown level has left here.

Wu Nai waited quietly outside.

When Yang Jian came out, the [derivatives] began to actively release the [powers] they had just harvested.

Although it was a short period of time, the [superpowers] scattered by the terrifying and unknown Lord of Ghost Eyes during this process were astonishingly powerful.

Phew...Wu Nai took a deep breath, looking intoxicated.

This feeling is so wonderful.

It's a pity that I didn't face such terrifying existence in person, otherwise I might be able to obtain terrifying skills.

[Superpower +1000]

[Superpower +1000]

[Superpower +1000]

…

"Wu Nai - Life: 420.0."

"Skills: [1. Simulation] [2. Derivative] [3. Domain] [4. Possession] [5. Manipulation] [6. Suppression] [7. Tear]."

"Alienation part:

[Leather Stage 2 (0/100)]

[Second stage of the five internal organs (0/100)]

[Eyeball Stage 2 (0/100)]

【Shadow(10/100)】

[Second stage of consciousness (0/100)]

【Blood Stage 2(0/100)】

[Right palm (0/100)].”

"Power:10050.0"

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To be continued...