"Woo...... Woo woo......

The howling of the mountain wind is like a ghost crying and whispering, shuttling between this ghostly earth and hills in the light of the cold moonlight. Under the silent night sky, a pair of glowing green eyes silently emerged from the cracks in the weeds, and his gaze swept over the messy mounds of different heights, focusing directly on the two sneaky figures in front of him.

"Who?!"

A nervous voice suddenly rang out, and one of the stocky men with medium-long hair jerked his head back and shone his flashlight at the grass behind him.

"Meow—"

The shocked black shadow "Hula" jumped out of the grass, and fled into the vast night in a blink of an eye, and while seeing the black shadow clearly, the short and fat man's nervous expression finally relaxed, and he spat scolding.

"Damn, it's a wild cat, it scared Lao Tzu!"

"What are you doing, you want to lure everyone over!?" Another swarthy man glared at the fat man on the side viciously, and then glanced around vigilantly, for fear of alarming something.

"Cut, who would come to this kind of hellish place in the middle of the night except us?" The short and fat man pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, wiped his trademark long, greasy hair, and turned his head to look at the crooked ownerless tombstones and grave bags in front of him.

The tattered paper money fluttered in the wind, and the white moonlight sprinkled on the dry bones buried in the grave bag, which looked particularly terrifying in the deathly silence, and this hill here is more appropriately called a "mass grave" than a "grave mountain".

"It's always right to be careful, don't forget what the two of us are here for, come, help me carry it!"

The swarthy man spat impatiently, as if he was too lazy to break with the short and fat man any longer, and reached out to shove the shovel on his back to the other man, while he took an old compass from his bosom and began to wander around the grave room.

"If the information is correct, it should be around here......"

The swarthy man whispered, staring at the compass in his hand as he kept looking up at the position of the moon, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter, and just as he paced to a remote clearing behind him, a flash of excitement suddenly lit up in his eyes.

"'The back of the mass burial, the place of gathering yin'...... This is it!"

The short and fat man hurriedly followed, and at a glance he saw that in front of the swarthy man, there was an ownerless tomb standing alone, unlike the overgrown situation of other graves, not only was there not half a weed around this tomb, but even within a radius of several meters was bare, which looked strange and abnormal in this mass grave.

"Good girl, not a single inch of grass grows, it's really evil enough......" The short and fat man slurped, walked to the grave bag and squatted down, wiped the soil of the grave bag, and sniffed under the tip of his nose. "The new soil has just been buried, it seems that we have found the right place. ”

"It's basically impossible to be buried in this kind of extreme yin place. The swarthy man looked at the full moon in the sky again, and reached out to roll up his sleeve. "Now that you've found it, don't talk nonsense, copy the guy and do it!"

"Click...... Click-'

The sound of digging into the ground came and went, and the figures of the two men began to shoot their bows left and right around the ownerless tomb. Soon, most of the bulging grave bag was eradicated, but I don't know if it was because of the cold night wind, or because the surrounding atmosphere was too terrible, the faces of the two gradually became a little pale, and even the excavation action slowly slowed down.

"Whew...... Call...... No, no, Lao Tzu has to ...... slowly" The short and fat man stabbed the shovel into the soil, took out a bottle of two pots from his waist, and poured two mouthfuls into his mouth. As the burning sensation of alcohol crossed his throat, the ugly face of the short and fat man seemed to ease slightly.

"Hey, I mean, is it really worth the effort to dig up this?" the short and fat man muttered as he glanced at the swarthy man who was still wielding a shovel to dig the grave.

"You know the, do you know who's buried underneath?" the swarthy man glared at the stocky man disapprenanently, seeming impatient with his questioning.

"You know, didn't you say it before? A Miao wizard who died violently seems to use Gu or something?" said the short and fat man, and poured another second pot into his mouth. "It's just a country wizard, and he's buried in this place, how can there be anything valuable on his body, instead of spending this effort, it's better to pour down a few big fights!"

"Hmph, you're just staring at those broken buckets, no wonder you're still mixed with this virtue. The swarthy man scoffed. "The things on this wizard's body are much more valuable than those artifacts, if we can really get them...... Hehe, I'll be waiting for the rest of my life to eat and drink spicy food!"

"Yo, that's so emotional? The short and fat man blinked his slender eyes with interest, and threw the second pot head in his hand to the swarthy man as if flatteringly, and the swarthy man saw the other party's appearance, and knew that this remark could not be avoided, so he took the second pot head and began to introduce it.

"I've heard that the Miao wizard buried here is not an ordinary person, but a 'demon Gu master'. The swarthy man raised his head and took a sip of wine, wiping his mouth.

"'Demon Gu Master'?"

"Yes. In our 'underground rivers and lakes', in addition to those who borrowed the 'power of the gods' to fight like the Spirit Imperial Divine Envoys, there were also a small number of people who directly subdued the monsters and sent them as slaves. And among this kind of people, there is an outlier, they will use a special spell to trap the captured monsters together, forcing them to devour each other, and the last surviving one will gather the power of all the dead monsters, alienated into a powerful 'demon Gu', and wait for the Gu keeper to send him. ”

"This ...... Isn't it just like the Gu worms raised by those Miao wizards?"

"Yes, that's why the guys who raise those monsters as Gu worms are called 'Demon Gu Masters'. The swarthy man said, glancing at the grave bag at his feet. "However, this kind of behavior of raising demon Gu is very depleting of yin virtue, it is easy to be counterattacked, basically it is not good to die, and it cannot enter reincarnation after death, it can only be buried in the extreme yin place, just like this guy lying below. ”

"Then what are we doing with this unlucky ghost......'s grave now?" the short and fat man subconsciously took two steps back, looking disgusted.

"Hehe, if you knew how valuable this cultivated 'demon Gu' was, you wouldn't be too unlucky. The swarthy man sneered. "The conditions for the cultivation of 'Demon Gu' are harsh but powerful, so they are extremely rare, I heard that if you take the 'Demon Gu' and sell it on the 'Ghost Market' in Xudu, the money from the sale will be enough to buy an island!"

"Wow, it's really fake!" Hearing that the 'Demon Gu' was so valuable, the short and fat man's eyes suddenly burst out with a greedy light, and he didn't even look at the pile of graves differently. "Could it be that this 'demon Gu' is in this grave bag?"

"Oh, how is that possible? If I were really inside, I wouldn't have asked you to dig a grave, a few lives would not be enough to pay. ”

The swarthy man snorted disdainfully and said. "Although the 'Demon Gu' obeys the Gu cultivator, once the Gu cultivator dies, it will become the 'Ownerless Gu' and leave on its own, at this time, as long as you find the original Gu cultivator's magic weapon to control the 'Demon Gu', you can re-recall the 'Demon Gu' and become the new owner of the 'Demon Gu'!"

"......Magic weapon?" the short and fat man was stunned and looked down at his feet. "Isn't it ...... The magic weapon that controls the 'Demon Gu' is in this mound, right?"

"Yes, probably buried with the corpse. ”

That is to say...... As long as we find the magic weapon, we can summon the 'Demon Gu' and sell it for a good price in the 'Ghost Market'?"

"That's right. The swarthy man said meaningfully. "And one more thing, didn't I mention it to you before? I heard that this year's 'ghost market' has a 'special rule'......"

"Oh yes, I remembered! In that case, we're going to have to do it. The short and fat man seemed to remember something, and there was a look of sudden realization on his face.

"So, we need to find this artifact as soon as possible. The swarthy man glanced at the short and fat man beside him and said deliberately. "Although this corpse has not been in the ground for a long time, there have always been many poisonous insects, rats and ants in this mountain, and I am afraid that if it is delayed any longer, not only the magic weapon, but also the corpse will be gnawed away. ”

"I'll go, then don't hurry!"

* The short and fat man was greatly encouraged by the temptation of naked money, and suddenly he could not drink anymore, and the shovel was wielded more diligently, and it was not long before the two of them heard a muffled "click" from under the shovel, as if they had struck something hard. The two glanced at each other, and hurriedly leaned over to pick up the dirt, and sure enough, they saw a strange cyan coffin revealing a corner.

"There is!" The dark man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly worked with the short and fat man to speed up and dig up the soil, and soon, the whole coffin gradually appeared, but the two of them twitched their faces while seeing the whole picture of the coffin.

Eyes full of red letters...... No, it should be a "charm" written in cinnabar, from top to bottom, from left to right, densely crawling all over the surface of the coffin.

"'Cinnabar Town Evil Coffin'!?...... It's really the first time I've seen this kind of posture with my own eyes. The short and fat man obviously recognized the origin of the coffin, and his face suddenly became a little ugly. "Legend has it that only extremely evil things will be sealed in this 'Cinnabar Town Evil Coffin', I said, this 'Demon Gu Master' should have been transformed, right?"

"The corpse becomes a yarn, the corpse after death is just a stinky skin, don't scare yourself!"

The swarthy man glanced at the other party, and his face had quickly regained its composure. "'Demon Gu Master' is generally not treated well by people and is considered to be an unlucky existence, so it was put into the 'Cinnabar Town Evil Coffin' and thrown into this mass grave...... Okay, don't rub it in, open the coffin. ”

The swarthy man said, throwing a gas mask to the short and fat man, although he was not afraid of any corpses, but the corpse aura emitted when the museum opened was not a joke. Although the short and fat man was reluctant, he didn't want to see the baby that was about to fly like this, so he could only endure the discomfort, put on a gas mask, and prepare to open the coffin with the swarthy man.

"You pry the front, I'll pry the back, come, one, two, three...... Up!"

"Gala ......"

A gauzy black mist accompanied by a seemingly fishy wind diffused from the loose coffin, and I don't know if it was a psychological reason, the two always felt that the air around them seemed to be a little colder. The cold mountain wind blew the swaying weeds, bringing a roar like a ghost cry again, and the strange green wood coffin seemed to be stuck after being slightly loosened, and no matter how the two of them pryed it, there was no movement.

"What's going on? you have to push a little bit over there!" the swarthy man yelled at the stocky man as he pried the edge of the coffin vigorously.

"Ka ......"

A dull sound rang out from in front of the swarthy man.

"I'll go, I want you to pry hard, not for you to smash, it's useless to knock on the coffin board!" The swarthy man looked up and glared at his companion in front of him, only to find that the other party looked innocent.

"I ...... I didn't knock on it, I thought you did......"

"I'm breaking a shovel with both hands, how can I ......"

"Click...... Click......

Before the words fell, another strange sound echoed faintly in front of the two, and their faces changed at the same time, and they looked down at the green wood coffin at hand.

This strange sound originated from the hideous "Cinnabar Town Evil Coffin" in front of him.

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Author's Note:

This time, "Corpse Gu Trace" returns to suspense again~ Therefore, it takes more effort than before, plus the various supervision work of the animation project of "Dark Divine Messenger", the author is already busy as a dog (supporting his forehead)...... In order to ensure the quality of the work, but also to avoid interruptions, starting from this chapter, I will take the way of two days and one update for serialization, and I hope you will continue to support my work~

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