Chapter 1711: Journey to the West (8)

Now, seeing nothing is like stepping on an ordinary place.
Was it confined by the Flame Bureau for millennia and thus consumed its due aura?
Yang Zimei looked around in confusion.
Long Zhutian's expression seemed a little excited. He took Yang Zimei's hand and asked Shen Shen, "Here, will we open a new scene?"
"Maybe."
Yang Zi nodded, "Perhaps, I can find out the answer I want."
"Someone has entered again recently!"
Grandpa Zhuge poked away a large rock and looked at the hole in Hessen inside.
Yang Zimei walked over to take a closer look. The traces at the entrance were very new, and more than one or two traces were left.
They were talking, and not far away came a resurrected, mad voice: "Haha, it's finally figured out! This ghost place!"
"Come out? Why is the soil so wet? Wasn't it dry before we went in?"
Another voice asked dubiously.
"It doesn't matter if it's dry or wet, we can get out of it, that's enough."
Another voice sounded.
"Well, there's light there!"
They saw the light of the night pearl on Yang Zimei's side.
"I'm not afraid of death again!"
"As a colleague, we still told them in the past that they should not go into that place of death, it was terrible and dangerous."
Said a slightly old voice.
Before they came over, Yang Zimei and others passed.
There were about five more people in front of them, all in shabby clothes, dirty and shabby, with grey hair and gray face, messy hair, like a fugitive.
When they saw Yang Zimei and Long Zhutian's faces through the faint night pearl, they shouted in surprise, "Ghost!"
Then he tried to escape.
Xuehu's finger drew an enchantment.
They seemed to encounter a ghost hitting the wall and couldn't get out.
Yang Zimei walked over and asked, "Ghost? Where is the ghost?"
"You ... you ... are ghosts!"
The five were paralyzed on the ground, looked at her in amazement, and trembled.
Originally, as a grave robber, he was an atheist who did not believe in ghosts and gods.
However, when they saw the person who was supposed to lie in the coffin, they stood alive in front of them, and they had to believe.
"I'm a ghost? Hehe."
Yang Zimei laughed softly, "Why do you think so?"
Five people stunned.
In the light of the night pearl, Yang Zimei's complexion is more transparent and fair, her lips are red and white, her makeup is pink, and she looks like a fairy.
What's more, the hairstyle and outfit were not the same as those in the coffin, but their faces were very similar, and the man with one arm missing was beside her.
"So ... who are you? Why are you here?"
An old man asked a little boldly.
"Who are we? You don't need to know. I just want you to tell me why I look like a ghost. What do you see in it?"
Yang Zimei blinked and asked
"We saw--"
The five were terrified when they recalled the danger that had just taken place inside.
"Do you see anything like me inside? Murals? Or lie inside the coffin?"
Yang Zimei asked.
"Lying ... in the coffin ... it looks exactly the same ..."
The man trembled, pointing at the dragon day by day, "And he!"