The wind gusted, and the ghostly aura hit the face.

Before Shen Mo opened his eyes, he felt that the surroundings were unusually cold, and it was by no means good.

With his eyes open, he was halfway up the unidentified hill, a desolate mass grave, strewn with countless unnamed graves and ownerless bones torn to shreds from graves cut open by wild beasts.

How did he end up here? Is this the mirror world of the ghost cannibal fetus?

Shen Mo recalls the plot of the movie that he revisited again when he made the talisman, and he did not have any memory of this mass grave.

Could it be that this fierce ghost cannibal fetus, not the other fierce ghost cannibal fetus, he was misled by the name?

Just as he was silently pondering, a dark wind struck, accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls, resounding all around.

Under the silent spiritual perception, it was a lonely ghost, pretending to exaggerate the terrifying atmosphere.

The purpose, of course, is to intimidate the silence of the living.

Shen Mo frowned slightly, looking at the wild ghost with teeth and claws, and didn't know what to say in his heart.

This is not an old birthday star hanging, and he is afraid of a long life.

A lonely ghost is silently wandering in front of him, isn't this looking for death.

Investigation!

The ring in Shen Mo's hand flashed, and he threw out his reconnaissance skills, and before the wild ghost knew it, he took out the information of the wild ghost.

[Wild ghost: Killed by someone who robbed money, his resentment is difficult to eliminate, he does not enter reincarnation, and turns into a lonely ghost and a wild ghost]

Shen Mo shook his head, secretly saying that this wild ghost was also a poor person before his death.

Wow!

The wild ghost couldn't guess Shen Mo's thoughts, thinking that the terrifying atmosphere was brewing, and the yin qi was entangled, revealing a hideous grimace, and pounced on Shen Mo like a vicious tiger pounced on food.

Where can you get used to wild ghosts in silence, is it really everyone in the world!

Syllable!

The silence began with a slap blessed with the blessing of the weapon, and it hit the wild ghost in the face firmly.

Whew!

With a terrible scream, the resentment around the wild ghost was not one out of ten, and even the ghost body was difficult to maintain, and it directly collapsed into a yin qi and fled into the lonely grave.

If it weren't for Shen Mo deliberately leaving his hand, this slap would be enough to slap his soul away.

"Humph! What a big-tailed wolf in front of me! ”

Hiss!

The cries of the ghosts around them stopped abruptly, and under the spiritual perception, the lonely souls and wild ghosts who were originally hiding in the grave and were about to move, they all stopped breathing, trembling and frightened with yin qi, and they didn't dare to make a mistake, and they waited until they left silently for a long time before they poked out their grimaces in horror.

The Starving: Friend, are you alright?

Wild ghost: Woo~ Being a man is bullied, being a ghost is still being bullied~ Why am I so pitiful!

·····

Silently left the mass grave and followed the mountain path to prepare to descend the mountain.

At this moment, it is late at night, the mountain is damp and cautious, the road is narrow and slippery, and you can only walk slowly by the moonlight, and soon, you go down the mountain silently, and the road under your feet becomes a big road paved with gravel.

Having made up his mind, he stepped silently on the gravel road, quickened his pace, walked for hundreds of meters, turned the corner and crossed the forest, and a rather dilapidated old mansion appeared.

Spiritual perception, this old mansion is extremely rich in yin qi, not inferior to the mass grave on the mountainside, but under the silent perception, there is actually a living breath far beyond ordinary people under the rich yin qi.

Looking around the old mansion, it is not that there is an object such as a plaque indicating its identity.

Shen Mo looked along the gravel road, but still didn't find the fireworks, and after hesitating for a moment, he knocked on the door of the old mansion.

Poop! Poop! Poop!

The wooden door rang in the air, echoing in the gloomy old mansion, but no one responded to the silence for a long time, and those yin qi did not move in the slightest, ignoring the existence of silence as if they had discussed it.

Poop! Poop! Poop!

Shen Mo slammed on the wooden door again, this time with a little more force than before.

Spiritual perception, the yin qi is still unmoved, as if it is imprisoned in the old mansion by something, and it is difficult to break free.

The breath of life finally reacted.

Soon, through the wooden door, a sound of footsteps could be heard, and at the same time, there was a sleepy inquiry.

"Who, knocking on the door of Yizhuang in the middle of the night, asking for bad luck!"

Yizhuang?! The silence instantly understood, it turned out that this old mansion was a righteous village, no wonder the yin qi was so heavy.

And the person who responded to himself must be the corpse keeper of Yizhuang, looking at his blood, he is definitely not a human being, but he has some ability.

Creak!

The wooden door opened, and Shen Mo finally saw the appearance of the visitor.

Well?!

"Huang Qiusheng?!"

"What Huang Qiusheng, my name is Qinghai, Qing is the green of Qinghai, and the sea is the sea of Qinghai. You've mistaken someone! ”

The man who claimed to be Qinghai had a sexy goatee, a light blue robe, and a string of Buddhist beads around his neck.

In the face of Qinghai's reprimand, Shen Mo's heart was calm, because he was already able to determine that he had come to the mirror world of the fierce ghost cannibal fetus.

There are many Huang Qiusheng who are not good-looking, and there is only one Huang Qiusheng with a sexy goatee.

Naturally, it is the Taoist chief Qinghai in the ghost cannibal womb.

"Don't be strange, you look very similar to a friend I know." Shen Mo explained.

"Fellow Daoist? Are you a Taoist? Not at all! Qinghai looked at Shen Mo carefully, he was not dressed like a Taoist priest, but like a student who came back from abroad.

"I'll tell you the truth, I used to be a little Taoist priest on Niutou Mountain, a few years ago there was little food on the mountain, so I was driven down the mountain by a lame master, and I came here after stumbling, and I had no other intention, just to spend the night and leave after sleeping."

The panic that was silently and casually swayed, half-truths and half-truths, was also intentional.

"The little Taoist priest who was driven down the mountain? You don't look like a homeless little Taoist! Qinghai questioned, this clean face, delicate little hands, it is believed that it is a son.

"Hehe, I learned some skills from the master, and now I am in troubled times, and I can't get rich and rich, and it's enough to protect myself."

Qinghai heard Shen Mo say that he had some skills, and immediately became interested, he was a teacher who worshipped halfway, and studied Buddhism with Master Long Ci for a period of time.

It's a pity that Master Long Ci hurt the root in order to suppress the five ghosts, and didn't teach him much, so he died of hatred.

Therefore, Qinghai has always had a dream all these years, dreaming of having a good teacher like Venerable Long Ci and then guiding him in his practice.

If Master Long Ci hadn't instructed Qinghai to stay in Xujia Town and stick to the Five Ghost Tombs before he died, in case they were born to harm people, he would have left Xujia Town, walked all over the famous mountains and historic sites, and went to learn art.

"Oh? Since you said you know the Tao, come, go into the house and show your hands, and I'll take a look. Qinghai said that it was to lead Shen Mo into Yizhuang.

Yizhuang is not big, but it is full of coffins, and even the ground is covered with straw mats, on which are lying corpses.

Silent couldn't help but sigh, I'd rather be a dog in a prosperous world than a person in a troubled world.

These ordinary people who were born in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China suffered tragic deaths, and there was no one to settle for them.

His silent gaze fell on the corpse, and he couldn't help but show curiosity, he pointed to a corpse and asked.

"Why is there a piece of stinky tofu on top of this corpse's head?"

"Uh... This person was killed by a woman first, and she is very angry, I will give her a piece of stinky tofu to eat, and she won't make trouble! "Qinghai is what a copy should look like.

“·····” Silent, he pointed to another corpse and asked.

"What about this? He likes to smell athlete's foot, so he has a shoe on his face? ”

"Well, he smoked a lot of cigarettes to death, I didn't smoke a lot, this thing hurts people, I'll take my shoes and smoke it for him, don't you see he's good!"

“····” This explanation is clear, and there is really nothing wrong with it.

However, these methods are all small ways!

The silent spiritual sense opened, and their dead spirits floated on the corpses, some eating tofu, some inhaling athlete's foot, some playing with paper boats, and some counting beanie·····

But none of the demons dissipated their resentment.

The method is a method, but it is a symptom rather than a cure.

"Didn't your master teach you to overtake them?" Shen Mo asked.

"I've been taught!" Qinghai explained in a loud voice, "A ghost has to recite the Sutra of the Past Seven or Eight Hundred times a day for him, seven days in a row, there are so many here, where did I send it, let's do it first!" ”

Qinghai is also very helpless, his own Yizhuang, there will always be more people coming in than sending away, the world is like this, and he has no choice.

"Don't say so much, shouldn't you show your hands!"

Looking at these dead souls silently, and then looking at Qinghai with an expectant face, he slowly raised his hand.