Endless black clouds, lifeless air, the grave mountain seems to have changed at this moment. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The empty vision, there is no longer the breath of the past, and the tombs are full of mountains surrounded by many dark shadows, like dancing night elves, but also like devils struggling in the dark. They are waving their bloody claws, screaming, screaming, biting....

I can't see the original face of the tomb mountain, I can only see countless ghosts on the large and small graves, as if they are about to climb out. And the broken tombstone seemed to be ready to crack at any moment.

It's like coming to a slaughterhouse, purgatory on earth, corpses everywhere....

Tang Yan didn't move forward, and he didn't dare to move forward. He couldn't believe what the crematorium looked like at night, and he couldn't believe that there were so many unjust souls in the grave mountain, and he couldn't even believe what he saw...

Is this true?

What did he see?

A female corpse, dressed in white like snow, with black hair like ink, a face like paper, incomplete limbs, and bloody holes...

She was crying, a heart-rending cry, like the most miserable ballad in the world, ugly and harsh.

A bull's head, with its horns broken, was placed on the tombstone, with bright red blood in its eyes, and it was still screaming.

The two children sat barefoot on the ground, looking up at the dark sky, and discussing where flesh and blood are delicious!

The three wild dogs were biting each other, a mess of dog blood, dog hair floating everywhere, I don't know what to fight, they have red eyes.

Hundreds of crows roared in the sky, thousands of blood-red pigeons were eating carrion on the ground, and tens of thousands of arms were sticking out of graves.....

I had never seen such a gruesome scene, so much so that Tang Yan was stunned on the spot, and the sweat all over his body instantly wet his whole body, and his pale face was like the female corpse.

He stared blankly at this human purgatory, without any expression for a long time!

The courtyard in the forest is still as usual, and it is incompatible with the demons dancing in the back mountain, perhaps, it is still a pure land here....

At this moment, Tang Yan finally realized the mood of the dark clouds, no wonder the Maoshan Taoist priest who took the demon elimination and defense path as his own responsibility, would be so frightened that he got into the cabinet, it turned out that the tomb mountain was so terrifying!

Divine eye....

This damn eye of the sky!

I've lived for more than 20 years, and it's the first time I've seen so many ghosts....

Tang Yan has been killing pigs for many years, and he has seen countless blood, but at this moment, his legs are trembling, his heart is trembling, and his whole body is trembling.....

It's okay... What kind of eyes are open!

Fortunately, Tang Yan did not step out of the courtyard, and his feet stopped at the foot of the mountain like wooden stakes.

But....you can see such horror at the foot of the mountain, but what about the mountain?

"That's right, Uncle Zhao...."Tang Yan suddenly thought of Zhao Xingxing, and thought of the director of the crematorium who wandered around the grave every day.

This mountain is full of ghosts, is he okay .....?

I don't know how many years Uncle Zhao has been here, doesn't he know anything? Or is it because ordinary people who don't open their eyes can't see dirty things? Or is it ..... he's a ghost too?

Thinking of this... Tang Yan only felt a burst of coolness all over his body, turned around expressionlessly, and fled!

Fortunately, those ghosts didn't seem to be able to enter the courtyard, Tang Yan returned to the hut, pulled the dark clouds out of the cabinet, and said incoherently: "Liar... No! Little Taoist, I saw it, I also saw it, the mountains are full of unjust souls....I drip. You just have to tell me now, I can see the hell during the day, and I'll clean up right away.. No! Leave immediately. ”

If Lao Zhao is also a ghost, thinking of living with him for so many years, Tang Yan feels creepy. He wanted to stay away from people, and he didn't want to cause much sin, but he couldn't just get into a haunt's den.

Wuyun reluctantly climbed out of the cabinet and said with a wry smile: "As you can see, donor, poor Dao is not lying. This back mountain is full of ghosts, if it is an ordinary one or two, the poor road will be solved casually. But... Hey....I didn't expect to win the jackpot just out of the mountain, and my life was in danger..."

Tang Yan's head was big for a while, when did he still drag the classical Chinese?

"Master, I'll call you Master, you just have to tell me, will you see ghosts during the day? Don't talk to me about anything in the world."

The ghosts of the tomb mountain seem to be blocked by something, and they are also active around the courtyard and have never broken in.

But who guarantees that a few won't come in the next moment?

Those terrible things, how can they be cut down by a pig-killing knife?

If you don't come in, you will be killed!

Even if there is Maoshan 108, no matter how you look at it, it is not as reliable as yourself. As long as Lao Zhao is sure that he is a ghost, then he has to flash what he says, not to mention the question of whether he is afraid or not, and not to pull the feelings of his fathers first, just eat with ghosts and do things together... This kind of thing, let him always exist in the movie!

The name of the master, the dark clouds seemed to be very useful, he squinted his eyes and said: "It's not impossible to see ghosts in the daytime, but those are extremely fierce ghosts, such as ghost generals, ghost kings... Their cultivation is unfathomable, and in the Maoshan classics, there are a few of them, and every time they appear, it will be a disaster for the world..."

"Ghost King?" Tang Yan swallowed softly.

If he hadn't seen it tonight, whoever told him that there was a ghost king, he threw it with a brick.

"Donor, look at your bad face, isn't it... Over here? Wuyun's eyes widened and he looked at Tang Yan in disbelief.

Tang Yan nodded lightly, silently took out the wooden box from under the bed, and then leaned against the wall and waited for dawn.

"What is this? Could it be the Emei Secret Treasure, which can kill demons and demons when unsheathed? Dark Cloud asked seriously.

Tang Yan was full of black lines, and said in a deep voice: "The ancestral pig-killing knife, I haven't tried to kill demons, but I can kill pigs!" ”

Wuyun was greatly disappointed: "That's it, just wait for the dawn to start, you and I will go our separate ways when we get out of this crematorium!" ”

Tang Yan was silent, although he didn't want to stay here for a moment, but sometimes the world is really small, so small that he doesn't know where to go.

Seeing that Tang Yan was silent, Wuyun meditated on his own, but how to meditate?

"Donor, in fact, you don't have to worry too much, Poor Dao has seen that there is a peerless great array here to protect it, but it's a pity that my cultivation is still shallow and I can't see through it. Besides, those ghosts haven't come in at the moment, so they can't come in! ”

Wuyun didn't know whether to comfort Tang Yan or himself, anyway, after saying it, he wasn't so nervous...

"Alright! The big array....I'll sleep..."Tang Yan was a little numb, what Maoshan, what 108, what ghost general... He was completely convinced. Even if anyone told him which ancient beauty had been resurrected, he believed it....

It's just an incredible night, completely subverting the worldview of a generation of Diao Silk for more than 20 years!

If it weren't for the fact that the courtyard was quite familiar, or who said that it had crossed, Tang Yan would have believed it...

Waiting for the sunrise was supposed to be a pleasant thing, but this time, for the two of them, every moment was like sitting on steel nails.

Finally, it's almost dawn...

It's a pity, it seems that someone is coming ....

Tang Yan had already opened the wooden box, and with a complicated face, he picked up the pig killing knife that had not been touched for three years.

"Coming?" Wuyun asked with a solemn expression.

Tang Yan didn't speak, and when the footsteps approached, he finally put away the pig-killing knife.

"Why?" Dark Cloud asked again.

Tang Yan was still silent, just looked at the door in a complicated way, looking at the familiar figure.

The sky is not yet bright, and the night is still screaming, as if there is this figure, it becomes less depressing.

The father who has been lazy for many years, at this moment, is like a different person.

Become not just a dress, but a whole temperament!

This temperament is called trust....

…….