Fang Yi leaned against the tree, his eyes glanced at Zhi Window Lao Dao and Gao Yan from time to time, with the cultivation of the Heavenly Master, he always felt that this matter would not be so simple, and he should pay more attention to it.

Luo Qing sat on the hillside, holding his knees with his hands, looking worried, and his clear eyes looked at another mountain, which happened to be the direction of Zhang Yuqin's grave.

Ay......

Seeing this, Fang Yi couldn't help but sigh lightly, and then came to Luo Qing and sat down.

Luo Qing didn't say anything, nor did he walk away, just rolled his eyes at Fang Yi.

Fang Yi also didn't speak, he knew very well that Luo Qing was a durian, hard and aggressive on the outside, but very soft on the inside.

Although it is only accompanied, it can at least reduce the loneliness in Luo Qing's heart. Only after this matter is over, summon Li Yuqin and let her have a good talk with Luo Qing, and all this will be solved.

The two of them sat on the hillside without saying a word.

The cold wind in the middle of the night did not make them feel scared and lonely, and they didn't know when, Fang Yi suddenly felt his shoulders sink slightly, and when he looked sideways, he found that Luo Qing was leaning on his shoulder and actually fell asleep.

You can sleep in this kind of place, how big is this heart.

Fang Yi muttered in his heart, but he didn't wake her up, when a man is tired, let alone a woman, let her rest for a while.

In the dead of night, although there was fire on the flat ground, the moonlight with the bright moon made the surroundings look more weird and terrifying, and they couldn't help but feel hairy in their hearts when it rained.

It was a sleepless night, but no one said a word, only the sound of insects and beasts and the cold wind blowing on the trees, not only the rain and a few people, but also the soldiers, who felt that the time passed very slowly tonight. Coupled with the atmosphere here, it was like standing on a bridge of Naihe, where fear had penetrated their flesh and corroded their bones.

In the last period of time, Zhizhuang Lao Dao has been sitting cross-legged and closing his eyes to recuperate, and the moment he opens his eyes, it means that the time has come.

Fang Yi hurriedly woke up Luo Qing, the trained person was really different, he entered the state the moment he woke up, his eyes flashed, and he didn't look sleepy at all.

"Rise the altar! Summoning the dead, Luoyun Mountain!"

A cold drink, like the cry of the undead, tightened everyone's nerves, and if an electric current fell from everyone's heavenly spirits to the soles of their feet, goosebumps fell to the ground, and their hearts were cold, and they shivered.

Luo Hanting and the others were already standing together, staring at the grave in front of them that had been cut out, creepy. In front of the tomb there is a wooden table, in the middle of which is an incense burner filled with incense and two red candles, and in front of it are some fruits, glutinous rice and yellow charms and other offerings.

The old man of Zhizhuang held the Buddha dust in his hand, put on the yellow robe of gossip, pinched the Dharma seal in his hand, and muttered some strange mantras with his eyes closed.

"Move up to Sanqing, down to the spirit of the earth, I invite Luoyun Mountain to ......"

While muttering, Zhizhuang Lao Dao jumped up and down on the spot like a monkey, waved the Buddha dust in his hand, and sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice to burn a few yellow talismans from time to time.

Nima, you're hundreds of years old, don't you feel blushing with all the bells and whistles?

Fang Yi, who was witnessing all this behind him, had black lines on his forehead.

People have three souls and seven spirits, and even if they are reincarnated after death, there is still a soul that stays in the world, and now the old way of Zhizhuang is to recall the soul of Old Man Luo.

The mantra in the front is spiritualism, but the set of bells and whistles in the back is purely for handsomeness or warm-up.

Otherwise, if you just recite a few words that people don't understand, and finish it, wouldn't this be regarded as a money fraud?

The moment the spiritualism fell, a strong wind blew up, rolling up the weeds cut at noon and scattering in mid-air.

The wind was even more violent than before, blowing on everyone's bodies, making their clothes crackle, and their skin seemed to have been drilled into an alien shape, squirming layer by layer.

Such a mutation frightened everyone, and their bodies shook, like countless ants crawling from their feet to the hidden parts until the heavenly spirit, which made people even more chilled in the itch.

Luo Tiantian and Gao Yan hugged each other tightly in fear, their eyes were closed, and they didn't dare to open them at all. Ben Fang Yi also pretended to be very scared and wanted to hug Luo Qing and rub the oil, but just as he was about to make a move, he found that he was attacked first.

"Nima, Lao Tzu is a man, what are you doing here. ”

Seeing that it was Luo Yu, Fang Yi's face changed, and he scolded in a deep voice.

"Brother-in-law, I'm afraid. ”

Luo Yu hugged Fang Yi's waist tightly behind him, looking scared and pitiful, and said with a crying face. That posture is inherently incredible, and both men and women get goosebumps.

"You're afraid that you have a woolen relationship with me, and I still want to hug my wife. ”

Fang Yi didn't give you face at all, and wanted to break free, but found that Luo Yu's hands were already tightly clasped with ten fingers, and he couldn't untie them at all.

Alas...... Who are these Luo families!

In desperation, Fang Yi could only let him do this, looking around with a confused expression.

And at this time, a wisp of gray smoke drifted from a distance, and this was the soul of Master Luo.

"Open the grave!"

The only people who could see Master Luo's soul in the field were Fang Yi and Zhi Chuang. Seeing that moment, the old man of Zhizhuang looked abrupt and said angrily.

At the sound of the order, the soldiers who were waiting around picked up the shovels on their heels and stuck them into the mud with all their strength.

As the dirt was scooped up one by one, everyone's nerves slowly tensed, and their breathing became heavy. Because this is the beginning of the horror.

Fang Yi and the others stared at the grave, and at this time, the old man was still reciting some strange mantras, and his voice was faint but echoed around.

This is a spell to ward off evil spirits, which can make the demons and monsters within a radius of several miles dare not approach, because Old Man Luo's body has been nourished by the aura for twenty years, and there is an irresistible temptation to demons and monsters.

It is rumored that once these demons and monsters find such corpses, they can be reincarnated as human spirits. However, this is just a rumor, and even Fang Yi's master has never seen it.

All of this was going on smoothly, exactly the same as what Fang Yi had arranged in his heart, and there was not a trace of loopholes. But because of this, he felt suspicious and frightening.

They are all soldiers with extremely strong physical fitness, and after a while, they will become popular.

What is red, that is, seeing the coffin.

At this time, the evil mantra had also been recited, and the aftermath echoed throughout the mountain range, and the old man of Zhizhuang also walked to the grave, and after confirming that it was the coffin of Old Man Luo, he continued to command.

Then the soldiers came with a tripod made of wood, which had been made improvised in the afternoon, and was able to pull the coffin out with the help of force.

After the soldiers had set up the tripod, they took out a piece of hemp rope and passed it through the top of the tripod, rolled it into a rope sleeve, and put it on top of the coffin.