Treasure was most afraid of the unknown among us, and he curled up and looked at the parchment in horror, as if something sinister was about to come out of it. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info don't say that his mood is abnormal with the words in the parchment scroll, even the bold Chen Li's face is a little pale at this time, according to his temperament in the past, let alone words, there are really evil ghosts wandering in front of him, he will not be afraid, and now, obviously, the unsolved mystery in this parchment scroll has made him lose his way in the fog.

"And what happened to this writer?" I muttered, perhaps because of the unknown, my body shivered inexplicably, and I had a strange feeling of wind blowing through my neck.

Chen Yu frowned, approached me and said, "Liuzi, take a look at it again, if there are any other instructions." ”

I scratched my neck casually, nodded, and looked at the parchment roll carefully, there was no more information, this was all, I wanted to cry without tears, put down the parchment roll in my hand, and said, "This ...... This person who inquires in the news is really too distracted, just a crazy talk, and there are so many four words, is it really like Zhu Yi said, we have to uncover the mystery before we can find the ancient tomb? We are not Bao Gong. ”

Bajian was also dissatisfied: "It's just that there is nothing, I suspect that this spy is based on the words 'there is a tomb in Xiandao', as for other information, it is estimated that he does not know anything." ”

"Isn't that a joke on us! It's too perfunctory to send us to dig a grave with such a little information. It's as if I asked someone where the pit was, and the man gave me a random point to the south. "Bao Cai complained.

"You are analogous, you have to go to the pit, and make it as if the special mother is obliged to bring you to the door, isn't that inexplicably stained with the smell of?" 'Spirit-eyed March', he told me that the spies who touched the Golden Gate would send news to their grave-digging partners, and some of the news was complete, and some of the news might only be a few words, although the information was not perfect, but it was also the spies who did their best. March said that if there is not much news to be found, then it will be up to the gravediggers themselves to follow the vine and find out the melons. Think clearly, that's fine, at least we have a set of grave-digging processes, and if we are proficient in business, we can know exactly what kind of story the owner of the ancient tomb we are going to be, the so-called right medicine, last time in the tomb of Princess Chu, didn't you suffer an unknown loss?"

At this moment, the silent little Taoist priest also said: "What Brother Chen said, I also know a little below, the ability of the spies who touch the Golden Gate to obtain news is one of the best in the gravedigging world, don't look at the content, in fact, there is a lot of news......"

"Where is the news?" Bao Cai was full of resentment: "Is it the same as in martial arts novels, what kind of wordless heavenly book can it be, and you can see something else with water or fire?"

The little Taoist priest didn't care, stretched out his hand, pointed to the coarse cloth, and said lightly: "Look, it says that the water grass on the top of the head, the water in the long hair, the fairy island...... These are all related to water, and the place we are going to is very clear, in the watergate village of Langya country...... Or is it water...... They are clearly related. If we go to Watergate Village and ask the locals, we may be able to solve the mystery on the coarse cloth and reach the fairy island on the silk silk. ”

Listening to what the little Taoist priest said, everyone was enlightened. Yes, I didn't expect that the spies gave us the address, and glued two pieces of cloth, isn't that everything connected in series, as long as we follow the direction given by the spies, we can unravel the original meaning of what is written on these two pieces of cloth, and then find the ancient tomb.

Just when I was thinking like this, a cold wind blew, and I really shuddered, and Baocai and Chen Ji sneezed at the same time, and the sneeze hit the coughing little eighth's face, and the little eight was about to complain, and the little Taoist priest was nervous at this moment and hit the parchment roll I was holding on the ground.

Things came suddenly, I looked at the stale coarse cloth and silk silk lying silently on the ground with a blank face, and then looked up at the little Taoist, Chen Yu trembled, and asked the little Taoist priest with a trembling voice: "Little Heavenly Master, what are you doing here?"

The little Taoist priest said with a solemn face: "This coarse cloth and silk are not right!"

"What?" the crowd was confused before they could react.

"Didn't you feel a cold wind blowing through your ears?" the little Taoist priest reminded us.

When he said this, I suddenly came back to my senses, and my back instantly chilled, and I was worried and said, "Yes......! "Although it is late autumn, it is not yet late, and there is no wind, and I don't know where this inexplicable cold wind came from.

Chen Yu reacted and said, "It seems that something is wrong, how can the wind just now still have the effect of seeping into the bones, after blowing for a while, I am now so cold that I am terribly cold......" The more he spoke, the more his voice trembled: "Also, since I read these words just now, I feel uncomfortable all over my body, and I have a feeling of being stripped of my spirit." ”

Listening to Chen Jiu's slight panting, I realized that the reason why I was unwell and Chen Jiu's face was pale was not just a coincidence, but something was at work. I turned my gaze to the ground, and at this moment, the thing was beating as if it were alive. We were horrified by this, and Baocai's eyes widened even more, and he shouted in a panic: "What the hell, why does that thing seem to be a quail that has been plucked and skinned in the oil pot, jumping so hard!"

Chen Yu shouted, "Ghost knows, I think this thing is very evil, let's burn it with fire!" As he spoke, he was about to fetch the candle lamp on the table.

The little Taoist priest hurriedly stopped: "This is useless. After finishing speaking, Wu Zi ran back to the house, took out a small bottle, and then sprinkled a layer of mahogany powder on the coarse cloth and silk silk, the powder just touched the parchment roll, and the cloth on it was as if the skin of a human face had been cut, gushing out streams of black-red blood, the blood spread, I and Baocai were frightened, quickly raised our legs, and Xiaoba exclaimed: "What's the matter?"

The little Taoist priest's eyes were pale, and he quickly took out two talismans, and quickly put them on the blood water, and for a while, the blood water actually burned, and the flame turned into a miserable green in an instant, and at the same time, only two screams were heard, like the neighing of a wild cat at night, and the scream came from the fire, as if there was something strange in the fire that was being devoured by righteousness, and it was painful.

Everyone was so frightened that they all held their breath in shock, and it was not until the strange flames and screams died away that the little Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "The blood stains on this coarse cloth and silk silk are all the owners of these words, and they died in a hurry. ”

"What have you discovered?" Having been in ancient times for a long time, I knew that a half-immortal like the little Taoist priest could see supernatural things that we ordinary people couldn't see.

The little Taoist frowned slightly, and said with a straight face: "Parasitic soul." ”

"Parasites, you mean, souls that can't be freed from being placed on objects?" Hachi's eyes widened in surprise.

Our modern trio wandered around the age of science and didn't know what parasites were, so I asked, "What is a parasite?"

Xiaoba turned his face sideways and said, "Ah, Son, you don't even know about parasites, in my hometown, even yellow-haired children know what parasites are." As he spoke, his eyes were like two deep dry wells: "It's a ghost ......" When he said the ghost word, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the treasure that changed his face suddenly.

The darkness envelops the body, as if there is a nameless white gas swirling around him, and the pines and cypresses not far away open their teeth and claws, like a distorted evil body, which makes people think about it.

Xiaoba's word "ghost" just ended, and the expressions on everyone's faces suddenly froze, and after a long time, Chen Yu came back to his senses, snorted, slapped him on the head and said: "Stinky boy, what kind of god are you pretending, what kind of ghost are you doing, this kind of thing you said, grandpa has not never seen it." ”

"It's different. Xiao Hachi glanced at Chen Yu angrily.

Chen Yu was about to choke, but Baocai grabbed him impatiently and said, "Dead fat man, what are you talking about, you can't let Xiao Ba finish speaking?" After speaking, he motioned for Xiao Ba to continue, and Xiao Ba said mysteriously: "Have you ever heard of the fairy in the painting?"

I shook my head, and Chen Yu muttered unconvinced on the side: "The fairy in the painting? ”

"Who is Wang Zuxian?" Xiao Ba was interrupted, looking at Chen Yu with deep questions, Chen Yu glanced at Xiao Ba, and said: "Oh, my goddess in the eighties and nineties, you don't know you either, you continue." ”

When Xiaoba heard this, he didn't pay attention to it anymore, and continued in a low tone: "The so-called fairy in the painting, it is said that after the death of some evil people, the soul wanders in the wilderness, and is not allowed to be reincarnated in the underworld, commonly known as 'lonely soul and wild ghost', this kind of lonely soul and wild ghost is extremely vicious and harmful, and then there are many capable people who seal them in some kind of container in order to deal with this kind of wild ghost, this painting is one of them, and some are sealed in bottles and clay pots. As he spoke, he looked at the little Taoist, as if waiting for his approval, the little Taoist acquiesced to his words, and Xiaoba saw this and continued: "But this kind of evil ghost is very evil, although it can restrain him in a container, it can't completely destroy him, the yin wind we just felt is estimated to be that this group of evil ghosts felt the yang energy, so they got excited in the coarse cloth and silk silk of the seal, and saved the half-immortal in time, otherwise it is estimated that we will have to suffer." ”

"Also...... Is there such a thing?" I was surprised that the content of Zhiwei can only be seen in books about gods and ghosts, "So according to this statement, the people who were sealed in the coarse cloth and silk silk that Zhu Yi said were the people who wrote these words, that is, they must have done a lot of evil during their lifetime, so they were sealed in by some capable person, is this the explanation?"

"If the legend is true, it should be Ra. Bajian replied.

The little Taoist priest said: "This is not a legend, I have encountered such a situation, according to the text, it is obvious that the person who wrote the text on the coarse cloth must have done something wrong, and this matter must be related to the tomb." ”

The little Taoist priest said very firmly, I swallowed my saliva, although at this moment, this matter sounds a little weird, but for some reason there is a faint desire to peel off the cocoon, slowly go deeper, and uncover the truth.