jdhmnovel Chapter 111: The Dead Town of Broken Flowers 51 [Resurrection of the Sophora japonica Tree]
Chapter 111: The Dead Town of Broken Flowers 51 [Resurrection of the Sophora japonica Tree]
In Li Mingjie's eyes, the baby ghost with a body as black as ink was lying quietly on Nanyu's umbrella.
For some reason, Nanyu's umbrella was still melting the child's body.
The child's already rotten face looked even more disgusting and terrifying after being melted.
The umbrella surface continuously emitted a sizzling sound that made one's scalp tingle. The child's skin seemed like rotten mud, which slowly flowed away as the umbrella melted, revealing the black and red flesh inside, emitting bursts of disgusting stench.
Some unknown maggots were wriggling in the rotten flesh and blood, making people want to vomit out everything in their stomach at the sight of them.
"Nanyu, be careful! He's coming!" Li Mingjie shouted, his voice full of fear.
Nanyu was prepared and quickly took out a red hand-written newspaper from his knife pocket and blocked it in front of him.
A strange thing happened. The moment the child touched the red hand-written newspaper, an extremely strange aura instantly spread.
The hands tightly bound by iron chains in the red hand-written newspaper suddenly stretched out from the paper in an extremely twisted way.
Those hands were as white as snow and so slender that they seemed like they would break with a slight bend, yet they exuded a chilling sinister aura.
The hands grabbed the child's neck as fast as lightning, and the force seemed to break the child's neck.
The moment the child was caught by the hand in the hand-written newspaper, his figure was completely revealed.
The small body was covered with black lines, like disgusting maggots wriggling.
The child's skin was ulcerated and oozing with foul-smelling pus. The pus dripped onto the ground, instantly corroding into small pits.
The child ghost had his throat strangled and screamed angrily. The sound was sharp and piercing, and then the longevity lock on his neck began to shake violently.
The longevity lock was already rusty, and the bell on it was shaking, making a heart-pounding sound.
There was a loud thunder in the sky, and heavy rain fell again. The raindrops were icy cold, and the white locust flowers stuck to the ground again, and the rain splashed turbid water on the ground.
As the longevity lock jingled, the child's body parts except for his face grew visibly larger.
The festering skin continued to expand like a blown-up balloon, and the black lines became thicker and thicker, like twisting poisonous snakes.
The child Gui has now grown into a young Gui with a body shape similar to that of a teenager.
Nanyu suddenly felt something was wrong. If he allowed the child ghost to continue growing like this, then the hands in the hand-written newspaper would definitely not be able to withstand the attack of the young ghost.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Nanyu's forehead.
So what should we do next? The curse cannot be touched. Once touched, the curse can only be lifted by killing the person who cast the curse.
Nanyu's brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to deal with the situation.
Nanyu suddenly looked at Wusheng behind him.
Wusheng is also a ghost, so ghosts shouldn't be afraid of curses from their own kind, right?
Even if Wusheng was cursed, they could work together to kill the child Gui.
This thought flashed through Nan Yu's mind, and he knew that this was an extremely risky move.
"Wusheng, help me catch him."
After listening to this, Wusheng nodded slightly, then stood behind the now grown-up boy Gui.
The pair of pale, bony hands grabbed the other person's body without hesitation.
The moment Wusheng's hands touched the young boy, countless small, dark handprints appeared on Wusheng's arms, and those black handprints exuded bursts of curses.
It is obvious that Wusheng has now been cursed by the child Gui.
"What to do next?"
Wusheng spoke.
Everyone looked over, and except for Wen Zishang who was lying unconscious on the ground, everyone else focused their attention on Nan Yu.
Nan Yu didn't say anything. He raised the umbrella in his hand tightly and chopped it straight at the young boy's head with the tip of the umbrella.
At this moment, the umbrella seemed to have turned into a sharp blade, carrying a fierce momentum.
The tip of the umbrella pierced a hole in the head of the child Gui, who had now grown into a teenager. Black blood spurted out like a fountain. The blood was sticky and smelly. It splashed on the ground and instantly corroded into small pits that emitted black smoke.
Some black blood even splashed onto Nanyu and Wusheng, and their clothes were corroded with a sizzling sound.
The young man struggled in agony, his body twitching constantly and he let out shrill screams.
He shouted hoarsely, "Old Tree! Come quickly!"
"Fuck you, you're a ghost, you can't beat them, so you just find someone else, right?"
Li Mingjie cursed, his face full of anger and contempt.
"What? Is there another ghost here?"
Wang Jiaxue said tremblingly, her voice full of fear and anxiety.
After the young man shouted those eerie words, everyone looked around in horror, and an indescribable fear instantly enveloped them.
At this time, the sky was so gloomy that it seemed to be collapsing, and the dark clouds were rolling like balls of thick ink surging in the sky.
The dim light made the whole world look eerie, as if shrouded in a strange fog.
They found that the thick locust tree behind them suddenly changed its appearance.
That was not a locust tree with white flowers, it was clearly an indescribable thing from the endless dark abyss.
The thick branches were actually madly wriggling flesh, like countless disgusting tentacles twisting. The locust tree exuded a sickening evil aura, as if the darkest existence in the universe had descended upon this place.
The white locust flowers on the branches had a terrified human face on each leaf, and those faces were distorted as if they were enduring endless pain.
Their eyes were empty and lifeless, yet seemed to be telling of endless horror.
The land around the locust tree seemed to be eroded by evil forces, becoming muddy and emitting a foul smell.
Black bubbles emerged from the ground from time to time, as if something terrible was about to emerge from the ground.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, making it difficult to breathe.
The thick branches of the locust tree stretched out towards everyone like evil vines.
The flesh on the branches seemed to have life, constantly wriggling and making creepy sounds.
Everyone watched this scene in horror, their hearts filled with despair.
It's really a leak in the house that happened to rain in the night.
Zhang Jiaqiao muttered to himself, his face as pale as paper, his eyes full of despair.
(PS: The author has a fever, so there may be typos in these two chapters! Please forgive me!