Ji Dong was no longer excited, and seemed to have found his own belonging from the words of prison painting. He took the swarthy chains and began to move in the direction of the prison drawing.

"Major General Ji, where are you going?" A bewitching voice rang out, attracting Jidong's attention.

It is a woman who is possessed by Shao Lulu.

Before Ji Dong could speak, Zheng Zhi on the side roared angrily with a strong stern mother-in-law: "What a complaint!" Is there anything you can entangle with Major General Ji? You bitch! ”

Shao Lulu dragged her weak-looking body and staggered to her feet, as if she hadn't heard Zheng Zhi speak at all, and walked towards Jidong step by step.

In their eyes, what they see should be the soul itself! It's just that due to the influence of this powerful illusion, the prison paintings can't see what kind of soul lives inside these bodies.

It's like watching a shadow puppet show. I don't know what kind of owner there is with the hand holding the shadow puppet behind the scenes.

Ji Dong is obviously much more tolerant of this soul living in Shao Lulu's body than Zheng Zhi. Without saying a word, he watched Shao Lulu staggering to his side.

She said coquettishly: "Major General, why don't you come to help others!" ”

Ji Dong did not speak. Contrary to Shao Lulu, it is much more difficult for him to talk than to walk.

The contrast between the character and the soul makes the prison painting feel a sense of joy in his heart. She wanted to take out her phone and record the scene and use it to laugh at the self-righteous people in the future, as if this kind of ridicule was more interesting than pinching them to death.

"Let's go. Let's go to the main burial chamber too. The prison painting took the green soul and the black horse and turned around and took the lead to the main tomb.

Leaving the area just now, the view is back to normal. The light that had just been amplified on the lamp base could no longer illuminate the farther road at this point. But there was no electric light in the prison painting. She could see clearly, and she even felt that the reason why those hallucinations were so real and stable and difficult to detect was largely due to the help of lights. Judging from the state of Ji Dong bending over to pick up things just now, these environments have no effect on the ghosts left behind by these Fang Ju'an. In other words, these illusions are for those who enter the tomb.

If light is the catalyst of illusion, then it's better not to have light.

Seeing is not necessarily believing. Otherwise, why did Fang Ju'an deliberately put a lamp holder in that position and kindly arranged light for the visiting guests? Are you afraid that people won't be able to see the road and wrestle, or are you afraid that they won't be able to see clearly when they rob tombs, which is more valuable?

Now that I think about it, this trick is actually a bit low.

However, she actually fell for it, stupidly put a lamp on the lampholder arranged by others, and walked into the trap laid by herself.

Now I think of Shao Lulu's sarcastic words at that time, and I was speechless.

This guy is even right sometimes.

Recalling the route he had seen before, he took the green soul and the black horse smoothly to Fang Ju'an's tomb. Fang Ju'an still kept a hand and set up many forks in the road in the tomb, and a wrong choice would lead people to a dead end. Although I didn't find anything in those dead ends when I visited them before, I can't guarantee that people won't fall into any illusions when they walk in.

Even the roads they walked were full of illusions. It's just that there is no light, and those illusions can't be given

The only person who could recognize the way to his grave at once was the horse who had done his best for him and died

Tsai Ji Dong.

Ji Dong walked a little slowly, probably because he was dragged back by Shao Lulu. Prison painting suddenly felt that Shao Lulu still had some value, and he didn't forget to pull his trousers even when he was possessed by a ghost.

Although she didn't understand why Ji Dong had the patience to take Shao Lulu with her, at least, it was a good thing for her that the enemy had a pig teammate. This bought her a lot of time to do research in the main burial chamber.

Take, for example, the study of taking beads from the mouths of dead people.

Maybe the big guy didn't tell Fang Ju'an that on a certain day, a certain month, there would be two people and a wolf who could walk into his tomb without a little light. Fang Ju'an's tomb has no mechanism for prevention at all.

Pushing the door in, you can see the coffin containing Fang Ju'an's body in the tomb, showing a posture that the door is now open for the king.

It's like saying to the prison painting: Come on, come on, come and dig me! I've been waiting for a long time!

This was originally a solemn environment, and the black hole was a little weird, but the prison painting somehow just wanted to laugh.

Seeing their master laughing inexplicably at a coffin, Qing Soul and Wu Hu both felt that the picture was a little creepy.

Ancient tombs in the suburbs, evil ghosts guarding the door, black lights blinding the fire, facing a coffin, what's so funny?

After laughing for a while, she thought about it for a while, and when she opened the coffin now, she would definitely see a corpse. This corpse should be a living person with a trace of breath, who has been nourished by the Night Pearl for thousands of years, and the soul of Fang Ju'an is still asleep inside. If she opens it now, will she cheat the corpse?

There is also a ghost on the upper body of a major general outside, who is dragging a woman who doesn't know what year is going to walk here, ready to take the chain that can make the green soul lose the ability to transform to restore the soul of the owner of this corpse. If Ji Dong knew that he had found Fang Ju'an's coffin first, and was eyeing the bead in the mouth of the leader of his family, he didn't know what he would think.

I guess I'm going to be excited again.

Judging from the fact that the prison painting arrived at the main tomb in front of Jidong, Fang Ju'an miscalculated. He didn't expect the prison painting to break in, and he was too confident in the layout of his tomb, so he didn't tell Ji Dong to come early.

But even if it was early, it didn't work, because Ji Dong didn't find the person with the red mole on his eyebrows.

But since the big guy calculated that someone would break into the tomb today, why did he make a mistake on this point? In this tomb, it is impossible for anyone else to come in.

Unless, the man with the red mole on his eyebrows is among the people in the tomb!

Who could it be?

"Master, is this Fang Ju'an's burial chamber?" Wu Qi is a spirit wolf, and his bloodline is improved by the saliva of the Howling Heavenly Dog, and he is a little unsuitable for this underground environment.

It stands to reason that the green soul should be much better. But in fact, the green soul is also very uneasy in this tomb, and there is always something inexplicable in the body that is restless. And the appearance of that soul chain always reminds him to be extra careful here.

The prison painting nodded, looking at the coffin in front of him. She had just been determined to come in, and now she hesitated again in the face of this coffin.

"Green Soul, do you want to open it now?" The prison painting felt that since the energy in this tomb had an impact on the green soul, it was necessary to seek the opinion of the green soul on this matter. "Why don't you go ahead and avoid it. I always felt like you would be here

affected. ”

The Blue Soul is the same as the guess of the prison painting. But he shook his head anyway.

"I want to figure out what's going on. Who am I, what am I supposed to do, these questions have haunted me for too long. ”

Figuring it out? Is the truth really that important? More important than life?

For a soul body, it may indeed be more important. It's like a person who can live forever will never want to cherish his time and enjoy life, but will easily pursue something illusory, and then go crazy with the tip of the bull's horns.

This is probably the reason why people only have a few decades of life, and people who don't take anything to heart can live a long life. Did God give you life to do this? If you don't want to live a good life, it's good to take it back, wasting resources.

Of course, he didn't say such things to his face. After all, Qingsoul is also her old subordinate, and she has been following her for so many years, and people finally have some pursuit of their own, so it is not right to hit others like this.

In that case, let's open it. Even if a zombie really popped out of it, she would have to admit it.

After all, she's here to grab something.

The prison painting didn't want the green soul to touch the coffin, so he did it himself.

For a moment, a faint breeze blew in the quiet burial chamber.

It was the ripples brought by the spiritual wind.

Before the ripples could develop into waves, there was a loud "bang" in the tomb.

The lid of the coffin fell. Blue light emanated from the coffin, covering the entire burial chamber with a veil of mystery.

The painting was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted. She hadn't used her strength yet, she had just urged the spirit wind to touch the coffin lid, and this thing fell down, not to mention whether the lid was light or not, but the coffin of the dead was to be sealed, right? At least hit a few nails to make sense. Fang Ju'an let people cover themselves like this, could it be that he left himself breathing?

Thinking of this, prison painting is relieved. That's right, Fang Ju'an's body does still have a breath. It's blocked, I'm afraid it's not appropriate.

I had already seen the scene in the coffin through the perspective charm before the prison painting, so naturally there was nothing curious. Wu Xiao hid behind the prison painting with a frightened face, shouting words like "be careful" and "corpse".

The green soul trembled.

"Are you alright?" Prison painting asked.

The Green Soul shook his head. But his face was very unsightly.

The prison painting stepped forward, used his spiritual hand, and directly took out the beads from the corpse's mouth.

When the beads arrived, she remembered. Whether this is snatching something from a person who has been dead for thousands of years, or something that is related to someone's life, it seems too ritualistic.

Thinking about it, the Night Pearl had been withdrawn from her palm. She only felt a chill in her palms and frowned.

This was just taken out of the corpse's mouth!

The prison painting immediately turned around and rubbed the night pearl on Wu Qi's body for a long time. The act of being imprisoned is very confused.

"Master, do you want to experiment with me? Is it the kind of guy I'll hang up after I get it, and then drag the cool and cool to blow up the sky? ”

Looking at Wu Qi's innocent and excited face, he told him with a little sympathy: "Dirty, wipe it." ”

At this moment, Prison Painting suddenly felt a chill rise from behind her.

There is a chill that even the ghost feels cold.