The hall is still so deserted, there is no life, there is no change, it looks like evergreen does not like to travel everywhere to commemorate.

After passing through the main hall and passing through the more gloomy courtyard behind, Wang Zhi finally came to the front of the mourning hall behind, looking at the dark inside the open door, and he didn't know if there was a ghost in his heart, he always felt that there were many pairs of eyes in the darkness, watching him.

He stood outside the door for a long time, and at last he was about to lose the courage to go in, when he finally bowed his head and rushed in with his head down.

The firelight shook, and the scenery inside couldn't be seen clearly at all, but he didn't want to see it clearly, so he turned directly to the stairs next to him, and stepped on the ground, rushing up as if he was running away.

The torch was almost extinguished by his rapid running, and when he came upstairs and stabilized the torch, he realized that he was actually in a cold sweat.

Wang Zhi stood at the top of the stairs, turned to look down, it was still dark and he couldn't see anything below, but he knew that there must be something wrong below, otherwise, with his experience of seeing so many ghosts, he would definitely not be covered in a cold sweat by an ordinary mourning hall.

If you don't understand, don't think about it, this is Wang Zhi's brother's character, since he can't figure it out, and it doesn't seem to be too fatal, he turned around and continued to go upstairs.

The last time I came, it was still daytime, although I felt desolate, not too gloomy, but now with a flickering torch, how to see how cold people are here, such a place, there are not one or two ghosts, there is indeed some inappropriate taste, but, no matter what he thinks, he finally came to the fourth floor.

It doesn't look real under the torch, but you can still see that there are no signs of rudeness turning here, it seems that either Changqing is very careful when turning things over and doesn't like to throw them around, or he can't read the books here at all, it is estimated that the latter is the majority, these books that even the human cultivators are willing to stay and not take away, how can he be interested in an immortal of the same level as Liu Bi.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhi's heart was even happier, what he was most afraid of was that he had worked hard to climb the mountain, but found that the things had been taken away by Changqing.

He hurried to the place where the block had been hidden, and looked anxiously to find that the block was still sitting there safely, half blocked by another book.

Pulling the cube out of the bookshelf, he held it in his hand and looked at the handprint, but he was inexplicably a little dazed, at this time, he didn't even understand why he was so crazy to find this thing, just because it might be the Nether Holy Text?

He looked at the handprint in the middle of the square, thought about it, and raised his right hand, and nervously put it on, the handprint was not big or small, as if it was made of mold, just enough to fit his palm, but after the hand was put up, nothing happened.

He thought about it for a while, and tried to invoke a little aura to release from the palm of his hand, but unfortunately, after that little bit of aura came out of his palm, it disappeared immediately, and he didn't know whether it was absorbed by the block or dissipated in the air.

Wang Zhi was a little disappointed that he let go of his hand, hid the cube in his Tibetan robe, and pressed it to his chest in a proper manner.

Then, he looked at the room full of books around him, and picked up two more books, although he himself couldn't recognize these words, but not necessarily others didn't recognize them, in case Zheng Likai or Wang Xiling did, it would definitely be of some use, although Brother Wang Zhi never liked to read, but in his current form, he grasped the possibility of being stronger, and he didn't want to give up, so even the consistent habits had to be changed.

The torch burned shorter and shorter, and the fire burned smaller and smaller, Wang Zhi didn't dare to stay any longer, thinking about the tablets in the mourning hall below, he didn't dare to sleep here, relatively speaking, he would rather go out and be beaten by the wind and rain, and he was frozen by the snow rather than staying on this tower.

Hurriedly grabbed two more books, and he went downstairs with a torch, but when he went down to the staircase of the practice room below, he was suddenly stunned, this time, he didn't need to hold a torch, he could clearly feel that someone below was looking up at him, and it wasn't just one or two, it was a lot.

Suddenly blocked by so many people on the stairs, Wang Zhi was frightened, stood on the stairs and looked down for a long time, but the people below were also blocked at the staircase, and did not come up, because the effect of the torch was too poor, and it was getting worse and worse, so he couldn't see who was down at all.

Another spark exploded on the torch, almost extinguishing the crumbling torch, Wang Zhi was frightened, and didn't dare to continue to consume it like this, so he swallowed his saliva and began to take steps downstairs.

The staircase was made of wood, one end was inserted into the rock, and the other end was supported by wood, and he didn't feel anything up and down several times, but at this time, the surroundings were so quiet that there was no sound, and when there was not even the sound of the wind, the wooden staircase still made an ugly and relatively harsh rattling sound under his stepping.

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead again, and although it was cold around him, he felt even colder, but he couldn't help but sweat all over his face.

The stairs were not too long, but Wang Zhi felt that it was extremely difficult to walk, and when he was halfway through, he had to stop again.

Looking down from here, there was a dense black shadow under the stairs, and he didn't know how many people there were, let alone whether it was because the flames of the torches couldn't shine through, or if they themselves were pitch black, anyway, Wang Zhi suddenly felt an indescribable chill and pressure.

He calmed himself down and said, "Who are you?" ”

A series of voices followed, but this voice seemed to be very erratic, although he could hear it clearly, but he didn't know what he said, because what he said was completely unrelated to Mandarin, and it wasn't even like any dialect that Wang Zhi had heard.

However, now that he has an open mouth to speak, the fear in his heart has been alleviated a little, no matter what, it makes sense to be able to speak.

He continued to descend a few more steps, and by the flames that were about to be extinguished, he finally saw that in front of the staircase were men dressed in all sorts of strange costumes, they were very strangely dressed, most of them were men, but most of them had long hair and wore plain robes, except that they were no different from the Han people.

In addition, with Wang Zhi's decades of experience in seeing ghosts, the first time he saw them, he recognized them as a group of ghosts, but their figures were very peculiar, obviously lighter than ordinary ghosts, not so much that they were a group of ghosts, but actually more like a group of slightly condensed smoke.

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