What will you do when you are in a desperate situation and lose contact with the outside world?

The battle in Death Valley was extremely fierce. The enemy drove away a large group of bone-eating rats and launched a fierce attack on us. The battle ended soon, and our soldiers were no longer seen inside and outside the canyon.

What's even more dangerous is that a group of black insects is attacking me. They are all tangible and practical, but they can find the tangible and unreal me. I was trapped in the Death Valley and my range of movement was very limited. These flying "black balls" kept chasing me, and then scattered into several "black balls". The size of these black balls is getting bigger and bigger, and the sound of insect wings rubbing when flying is particularly loud and harsh.

The "enemy" seemed to have discovered this group of "black balls" and immediately drove them away with a torch. The effect was average. When the torch was removed, these "black balls" attacked again.

The bearded commander hurriedly led his team members to flee to the canyon.

These "black balls" composed of insects did not chase the "enemy", but kept surrounding me. I was desperate and forced to the exit of the canyon but could not leave.

The insects pounced on me like some blood when they saw them. I immediately felt the pain of millions of wasps sting me.

My soul twisted violently, and I struggled desperately but it was useless.

Can this insect even swallow my soul?

I closed my eyes in despair. Only a very few people can understand the feeling of consuming bones by thousands of insects.

However, a cold wind blew, and I felt that my pain had been relieved a little, but there was still a burning pain on my eyelids. After opening my eyes, I found that these insects were flying towards the end of the canyon, and it was dawn and snowflakes were floating.

Ghosts are most afraid of dawn. I am also afraid of dawn, so I hid in the shadow of the canyon. The skin I exposed has become bloody and bloody, and the back of my hand is even more exposed, and the bones are now frozen on ice.

If I can't merge with my body immediately, I may quickly lose my soul.

But I can't be sure if the exercise is over? Even if it is over, I can't merge with my body unless someone brings my body into the Death Valley.

This possibility is too small, and I feel completely desperate.

The ghost phone still couldn't get through, and the Desert Eagle pistol had no ammunition, so I could only wait to die here.

I was very unwilling to give up and fantasized about various ways to escape from here, but I could only fantasize about it.

If the ghost phone can still be connected, I will immediately ask Zheng Xiumin and even the Ghost Emperor for help. Can Master Puji call the ghost phone directly come to me?

When I closed my eyes and waited for my soul to fade away, I heard the sound of chanting from the end of the canyon. Could this be the sound of death?

The sound is low and long, very much like the scriptures recited by an old monk. However, I couldn't understand a single word of the scriptures. I looked in the sound and saw an old lama wearing a big red cassock and a big red monk's hat holding a sutra tube in his hand, slowly walking towards the exit of the canyon.

I used all my last bit of strength to move my soul to the canyon.

The other party was wearing cowhide boots and was a real person. I was just a wisp of remnant soul. I don’t know if the other party could see me, but this was my last hope.

The lama passed directly through me. When he passed through me, I felt the needle-like pain, and the ice on the back of my hand began to melt.

The other party took a few steps forward, suddenly stopped, slowly turned around, and said in Chinese: "Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, I, Buddha, are compassionate, and I wish to save all ghosts."

The other party seemed to feel my presence, and I hurriedly plucked up my strength and shouted, "Master, save me!"

My eyes turned dark and I fell into a coma.

When I woke up again, I found myself floating in the darkness of nothingness, and my whole body was still as painful as a knife. I hurriedly shouted loudly, and found that my throat was also burning.

A little light appeared in front of me, a ball of flame was beating, only the size of a soybean.

The old lama's voice came from the flames, "Who is your soul and why did you break into the valley of Death?"

The other party didn't ask who I was, but asked me directly who I was? Then I could only answer that I was a reserve ghost in Wuchang District.

I endured the severe pain and asked the other party to save me or let me leave the Valley of Death.

The voice replied: "This is the Valley of Death, the forbidden zone for souls. Even if you are a reserve ghost man, you will become a reserve ghost man at a young age. You must have extraordinary abilities. You can give you a chance. If you can walk out of the palm lines of Master Padmasambhava, then you will let you leave the Valley of Death!"

This is my last chance, but I still had concerns and quickly replied: "I am willing to accept your test, but my body is still in the wilderness, and I am afraid it will be swallowed by beasts."

The other party responded: "You don't have to worry. No matter how long you take you to get out of your palm lines, it will only take a second in reality. Somewhere in the palm lines of Master Padmasambhava, you can receive ghost signals, the lonely Dharma name Rongyun, you can contact them by phone!"

I also wanted to ask other questions, but the flame quickly went out and I fell into boundless darkness again.

It was dawn again, and I appeared in a ravine, but this ravine was completely different from Death Valley. There was no grass here, the weather was particularly hot, and there was no sun.

The yellow hillsides, red rocks, gray roads, and blue sky form a weird picture, which is everything I see in my vision.

I am still wearing a warm training suit, a steel helmet, military and police boots, and a desert eagle with no ammunition in my hand, but even birds cannot be seen in the sky.

The wounds on the backs of both hands and hands had scabbed, but the wounds on my face were stimulated by sweat and became even more painful. I climbed to the top of the hillside and looked around, and was stunned.

If I could float into the sky and look down, I could know that the place I am now is composed of circles and ravines, just like a person's palm lines.

The ravines are not deep, with only ten meters high and less than two meters low, but there are too many. The ravines are dense and full of nowhere to see at all. Who knows where to receive ghost signals?

I quickly took out my phone, installed the battery, and pressed the power-on button.

The phone was originally out of power, but now it can be turned on again. The power is only one unit and it should be able to last for a period of time.

I walked carefully on the hillside with my phone. If the phone could find the signal, I could call for help. However, there was no signal on the screen of the phone.

I'm afraid I can't hold on to it. The weather is hot and there is no place in my body that doesn't hurt. If there is a bullet in the desert eagle, I will use it to end my soul. Unfortunately, I can't even commit suicide.

As I was walking slowly, I suddenly thought of something, so I took off my leather gloves and carefully looked at my palm lines.

I don’t know what the palm lines of Padmasambhava look like, but I can know how my palm lines are arranged?

If I stretch out my palm lines now, as long as I know my current position, it will not be difficult to get out, but I don’t know my current position.

While walking slowly, I pressed the number of Zheng Xiumin in my phone and put the phone in my ear to listen, "I'm sorry, your phone is not in the service area."
Chapter completed!