Fortunately, it was not the third uncle hanging on it.

My tense nerves instantly relaxed. I simply don't want to do this second time for this inhuman torture.

But looking at the robe that covered the corpse above, I had a new concern. The third uncle claims to be a Taoist priest as well, although he is a Taoist priest in my opinion. But after all, he is also a cultivator, does he have any inevitable connection with this hanging Taoist priest? Or is it all a coincidence?

I slowed down for a while, then I barely got up from the ground and asked Ma Yan, who was still looking up at the corpse, "Old horse, you are well-informed, do you know what is going on?" Is that dripping thing corpse oil? ”

I made a preliminary judgment on my own, for I had discovered that the liquid that had dripped from the corpse, after dripping, had just fallen on the top of the Medhara on the coffin. And when I leaned over just now, my head was just catching the liquid.

Ma Jian nodded and said, "You're right, it's indeed corpse oil." ”

I looked at Namedura, where it grows, and it's very eerie. I felt a pang in my heart, a plant, and it made me fearful.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and sighed: "No wonder this thing is called hell grass, it grows on the coffin, it is watered by corpse oil, and it grows so lush, this is too evil, right?" ”

Ma Jian estimated that it was the first time he had seen this kind of situation, his face was a little solemn, he thought about it carefully, and said: "Seeing this, I remembered an introduction to Medara, which ancient book I saw in which ancient book I forgot." ”

I thought it was Ma Tan who was getting older, so I reminded him, "Is it the book we saw in the library?" ”

Ma Jian shook his head: "Of course not, it's said that it's an ancient book." Most of the books in the library are official works, and there are many things that are not on the table at all. The introduction of Medhara in that book is also too general. As far as I know, Medra is just one big category, and there are many sub-categories within it. For example, peony flowers, which are divided into three categories and twelve types, and the specific flower species include fire alchemy pill, Kunshan luminous, Dawei purple, purple chonglou and so on......"

This strange professor is really erudite and understands everything, I saw that he was a little bit of a stretch to talk about it, so I quickly stopped him: "I said Lao Ma, it's far away, I'm not interested in peonies, you can popularize it for me when you have time." Just tell me what's going on with this Medara. ”

In fact, at this time, my heart was very anxious, and I was extremely worried about the third uncle and Liang Yue. So when I saw the hanging Taoist priest, I thought of the third uncle. I still think that this Taoist priest has something to do with what happened to the third uncle. So I want to find out why this Taoist priest is hanging here.

Ma Tan was still calm and steady, and then said: "Regarding this Medara, I should have seen it in the Hundred Herbs Sutra or the Materia Medica. I recalled it carefully, and remembered that the ancient book seemed to say this: Dhara, the four evil stars of Ziwei. Also known as the horse sweep, the five elements belong to gold, for the Big Dipper floating star, turning gas into taboo. The people who sit on the fate of Dhara have many bad intentions, and they are good at treachery and tricks. Female life dra, ruthless inside and void outside,

Ling Fu Kezi does not abide by women's morals, and has no shame. Mosedra, the root of the cloth is born of ink leaves, the leaf stem is poisonous, good at absorbing turbidity and rotten gas, easy to use the soul of the Tao, born with rotten wood, and grows according to the soul qi. Chengzhi has a son, there is a heavy platform on the son, and the yellow is out of the middle, and the fairy book is also used here. The number of Beidou, his son can return his soul and continue his life......"

Ma Yan's head is the Tao, and I am dumbfounded when I hear it here, and he can recite such a long and large paragraph of the book fluently. You know, this strange professor, it's almost sixty depending on the situation, right? Does he have the ability to never forget?

Later, I found out that I really didn't call him the only one who called him this strange professor. In their academy, many people call him that behind their backs. This strange word is not derogatory, on the one hand, because of his style of acting, and on the other hand, it is mainly to praise Ma Yan's eccentric. In some academic things, Ma Jian really has the ability to never forget. In one of his minds, it's basically a living dictionary. I am also honored to have met him, and in the experience since then, Professor Ma Tan has relied on his knowledge more than once to save the lives of my third uncle and me.

Ma Tan spoke very quickly, and most of them were ancient texts, and I didn't understand anything about it, so I pointed to Namedhara and asked, "Old Ma, what the meaning in that ancient book is that this thing likes turbidity and rot, that's why it looks so good on the ancient coffin?" ”

Ma Yan nodded and explained further, "That's right. And when this thing grows, it will bear seeds. There is yellow powder in the seeds, which is said to be able to revive the soul, which means that it has the effect of reviving the dead. But it is very difficult to produce seeds. The method recorded in the ancient books is to nourish Fang Cheng with the turbidity and decay of the qi and the soul of the Dao. ”

"This is outrageous, isn't it, there really is something in the world that comes back to life?" I was shocked.

Ma Jian shook his head and said: "That's what is said in ancient books, and as for resurrection, I don't believe it." At least I haven't encountered it. ”

I touched my face, there was still the liquid flowing from the corpse on it, and I couldn't help but vomit a few more times, and asked, "Turbid rotten qi, the soul of Dao life." So this thing ......"

Ma Tan pointed to the corpse above and said, "The corpse oil of the corpse is a combination of soul and body fluids. I estimate that the person who arranged this game must also know the method recorded in that ancient book. The soul of the Dao should be the soul of the cultivator. As far as I know, the soul of a cultivator is purer and purer, and a person who has a certain amount of Taoism has a pure soul in his body. In that coffin should be the owner of this coffin, that is, the most vicious person who used it to entangle the dragon at that time. The bodies were not disposed of, but were put back in the coffin and placed here. If I'm guessing correctly, this kind of Medra needs the number of Beidou, which is seven. So, next, we may also encounter this coffin and corpse ......"

Ma Tan's words made my spirit tense again. I was right, the third uncle really had something to do with this hanging Taoist priest. What they all have in common is that they are all monastics. For this Medara, it is in response to the soul of life.

I followed the horse with trepidation, and continued along the passage.

Sure enough, as Ma Jian said, every time we walk out of a distance, we just

There will be a burial chamber like the one just now, and the overall structure is a bit like a sugar gourd. And in each burial chamber, there is a coffin, and on the coffin is a medara. And above Medara, there was the body of a Taoist priest hanging from it.

Those corpses, dressed in various styles of robes, died in a miserable state. The corpse oil that flowed from the corpse dripped onto Namedara.

Every time I come to the burial chamber, I get nervous. I'm afraid that I will see the third uncle hanging on it.

We walked through seven tombs in a row, and we all had seven Taoist priests hanging. I didn't see the third uncle inside, which made my heart a little more stable. But other than that, we didn't find any clues about the third uncle and Liang Yue.

We have no other way at this time, but to move forward with our heads down, hoping that there will be things and clues in front of us. It's just that we've already passed through seven tombs, seen seven Medras, and have reached the number of Beidou mentioned by Ma Tan, and I don't know what else I'll see next, and my heart has been uneasy.

As I walked, I asked Ma Tan, "Old horse, don't you really want to get that kind of Medara?" Why don't you pick them up? ”

Ma Jian shook his head: "I came in a hurry this time, and I didn't have any equipment on me. Once the Medhara is plucked, it withers very quickly. When I find out the situation, I'll bring someone back. ”

I smiled wryly, "I don't know if we will have a chance to come back." ”

Ma Jian didn't speak, and pointed ahead: "This is a tomb again." ”

We walked through the cave and sure enough, we came to a burial chamber. But when I saw the burial chamber, I felt that my head was a little bigger.

Because there are three holes in this burial chamber, which is the burial chamber where we were attacked by the tomb monkeys. We went around and around and finally got back to square one. But the strange thing is that the tomb monkey I stabbed to death has mysteriously disappeared.

In order to make sure that we were not mistaken, we searched the tomb, and there were still traces of our fight on the ground, and there were still a lot of white hairs left on the tomb monkey.

And there are two holes, one on the left and one on the right, the cobwebs on the left have been torn off by us, and the one we came out of was from the hole on the right. In other words, the left and right openings are connected. We have walked through the entire underground burial chamber. At this point, we can walk back to the underground garage by following the passage from which we came.

Then the problem arises again, we confirmed at the time that the tomb monkey is indeed dead. So where did its body go? Could it be that there is a third person in this tomb?

At this moment, a gentle and complaining flute sound floated over as if nothing was there.

"Human Bone Flute." Although the sound of this flute was very weak, to my ears and that of Ma Tan, it was tantamount to a deafening gong.

I was agitated and turned around to find the source of the flute.

But the sound of the flute sounded very ethereal, and in every direction it seemed to be heard. And the sound of the flute seemed to seep out of the earthen wall, so I couldn't make out the direction at all.

The sound of the flute is treacherous, and it is difficult for me and Ma Jian to come to this underground tomb, and we have been stared at all the time.

Thinking of this, I felt a chill down my spine

There seemed to be another pair of eyes staring at me from behind.

I walked briskly to the hole on the left, where we had entered the burial chamber inside. I crouched down and took a closer look at the ground.

The entire floor of the burial chamber was covered with a layer of floating earth. Our footprints are clearly visible on them.

On the ground, the footprints are very messy, and it definitely won't look like two people stepping on them.

After careful screening, I found that in addition to the footprints of me and Ma Yan, there was indeed a third person's footprints.

(End of chapter)

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