Chapter 244 Immortality
"Ha ha!"

After studying it for a while, Yan Bingbing first breathed a sigh of relief and then laughed out loud.

Liao Yifang asked curiously: "What are you laughing at?"

Yan Bingbing wiped the sweat off her face and said, "I laugh at that meat-cutting ghost. He doesn't understand the basic principles of photography!"

She is a journalist.

She is also a photography enthusiast. All five cameras were brought to the island by her team, so she knows their structure very well.

The two cameras are of the same model, and the three cameras are also of the same model.

Although the flesh-cutting ghost's knife was sharp, it was too small, which resulted in limited damage. So after observing for a while, Yan Bingbing decided that she could use these scraps to piece together a usable camera or camcorder!
Yan Bingbing’s conclusion.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It's like when you suddenly realize at the entrance of the college entrance examination venue that you forgot to bring your admission ticket, and when you are panicking, you find that your parents have already sent you the admission ticket.

This relaxation.

Everyone suddenly felt pain all over their body. The wounds made by the flesh-cutting ghost had been bleeding non-stop for a long time. If the wounds were not too small and shallow, some people would have lost too much blood by now.

So everyone helped Yan Bingbing apply medicine and bandages, and lit a lamp for her so that she could concentrate on collecting the scraps.

Then they started to heal each other's wounds. It took a long time before the wounds were bandaged. Everyone was wrapped in red bandages and looked like they had just come down from the battlefield.

I would like to thank Yan Ting again here.

If he hadn't loaded a large amount of basic supplies into the container, they would have had to tear their clothes to bandage their injuries.

Then everyone gathered around Yan Bingbing, watching her eagerly as she put the parts of the two cameras together. Although it looked much shabbier than before, like it was damaged in battle, it looked like it could be used.

Wu Xian urged: "Turn it on quickly and have a look!"

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, Yan Bingbing carefully turned on the power, and the cracked display screen showed the image as usual, which caused cheers in the room.

This means that they are not in desperate situation yet, and as long as they protect the camera, they still have a chance to survive.

But right away.

Wu Xian realized that something was wrong.

"Where's the ghost on the screen? Where's the ghost in the stomach?"

After they used the screen ghost's belly to seal the ghost in their stomachs, they often turned on the camera. Every time before the camera's display screen was used normally, the screen ghost would appear to show its presence.

She would hold her belly, which was growing bigger and bigger than a normal pregnant woman's, and wail in pain and curse bitterly...

But this time.

Nothing appears!
Could it be that the ghost in my stomach has escaped?

This made everyone feel a little bad. If the stomach ghost and the starving ghost appeared together, the situation would be almost unsolvable...

Then Yan Bingbing used the parts of three cameras to assemble another camera. With these two machines, their operation could continue.

As soon as it got dark, they prepared to set out for the top of the mountain.

Although some unexpected events had occurred, they could not delay too late, so after a short rest, everyone headed towards the circular room on the top of the mountain.

When going out, Liao Yifang supported Old Mrs. Liu.

At the beginning, the old lady had keen observation skills and performed much better than the young newcomers, but as time went by, she gradually became unable to do it, her movements slowed down, and sometimes she needed help from others to get up...

"Hey……"

Wu Xian sighed.

……

"Abba, Abba."

"Is Lord Yan very scary? Will he keep his promise after he escapes?" Amid the sound of gongs and drums, the beautiful girl in a black robe curiously asked the middle-aged man beside her. The middle-aged man was walking at the front of the team and looked like the leader.

The man's expression twisted for a moment, but immediately became kind. He touched the girl's head and said.

"Don't be rude to Lord Yan. Lord Yan will definitely fulfill his promise. If he doesn't fulfill it, it must be because we didn't do well enough."

"But Lord Yan..."

"Shut up!"

The girl closed her mouth, but a look of uneasiness appeared on her face.

The man's name is Wan Shixiong. On the surface, he is a well-known businessman, but in reality he is the leader of a secret sect. This secret sect believes in the 'Eighteen Yama Kings of Hell', whom they usually respectfully call 'Yan Jun'.

The girl's name is Wan Xiuling, and she is Wan Shixiong's adopted daughter who has been adopted for ten years.

Since being adopted, she has been taken care of meticulously. Except for not allowing her to have a boyfriend, Wan Shixiong gave her the best of everything.

Therefore, to her, Wan Shixiong is closer than her biological father.

But she really couldn't accept Wan Shixiong's faith. Every time she saw the red-robed, black-faced statue, she felt that the statue's gaze was extremely aggressive, as if it wanted to devour her.

This time when she came to Wonder Island, she felt fear instinctively, as if something terrible was about to happen.

while walking.

A man jogged over from behind and whispered something in Wan Shixiong's ear, but Wan Shixiong just waved his hand nonchalantly.

Wan Xiuling tightened her clothes and felt even colder.

She had just heard their conversation, and two people disappeared from the team, but her father didn't care at all.

Looking up the mountain, the lights were on and the building on the top seemed to be glowing.

There was a hint of fanaticism in Wan Shixiong's eyes.

“Go up the mountain and make a pilgrimage!”

A group of dozens of people, carrying tribute, walked slowly up the mountain. On both sides of the steps hung dark green lanterns, under which were figures dressed in ancient costumes.

All of these figures had pale faces, except for their bright lips. Their faces with inhuman features looked particularly terrifying under the green lanterns.

Wan Xiuling grabbed Wan Shixiong's arm, and her legs felt a little weak.

It's not just her.

The other young people in the team were all so scared that their lips trembled and their faces turned as pale as if they were covered with flour, but the older people were even more excited when they saw this scene.

Wan Xiuling looked carefully at the people on the roadside.

She noticed that these people's gazes gradually became more alert, and their eyes were fixed on her vaguely. The look in their eyes was the same as the feeling she had when facing the statue.

Full of aggression, as if he wanted to swallow her!
suddenly.

A gust of wind blew.

A man's hat was blown off by the roadside.

He hurriedly bent down to pick up the hat, and after picking it up, he put it on his neck... because when he picked up the hat just now, his head fell from under his neck!

“Dad, Dad…he he he!”

Wan Xiuling anxiously shook Wan Shixiong's arm, but Wan Shixiong just patted her head.

"He's a ghost... not just him, all we've seen since we came up the mountain are ghosts!"

"But it's normal to have ghosts!"

"Yan Jun is the god of the underworld. Seeing ghosts proves that we have found the true god. Only such a god can... make me immortal!"

(End of this chapter)