Zhao Tianming looked at Ling Zheng coldly and wanted to start a war, but Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang hadn't left yet, and they had been squatting by Yang Jie's grave, constantly burning paper money. Aunt Yang cried very much, and Uncle Yang kept sobbing, his eyes full of misery.

They were happy to be immortal before, why did they cry so sadly in an instant?

Was it when I was locked in a coffin that something happened that I didn't know about?

I turned my head and asked Shen Yan what the hell was going on? Shen Yan shook her head mysteriously, saying that she didn't know, and asked me not to ask again. I looked at Shen Yan and wanted to ask the others, but ...... Ask the tomb of King Ling? Forget it, he's going to beat me up. Ask Lingzheng? He can do anything to kill my grandfather to renew my life, and I guess he won't tell me anything he really does. As for Zhao Tianming and others, don't even ask, it's useless to ask.

Yu Yingying......

Yu Yingying can ask.

However, I'll have to wait until I'm completely sure that I'll win against Yu Yingying, and then I'll ask her.

In the past, there were spirits supporting me, I was not afraid of Yu Yingying, in fact, Yu Yingying's ability is not small.

After about a quarter of an hour, Uncle Yang said that he was going home to burn some of the things that Yang Jie used before his death, Aunt Yang looked at Uncle Yang with tears in her eyes, I thought she would leave too, because Zhao Tianming couldn't wait to start acting, but she stood up and said to Ling Zheng: "Third Master Ling, I have done something according to your instructions, do you see the curse on our bodies......?" ”

Zhao Tianming was stunned suddenly: "What curse?" ”

Aunt Yang replied: "It's not the curse on your body, it's the curse on me and my husband, we gave the ancient book to Ling Sanye, and Ling Sanye said that he would help us remove the last curse brought by the Yin Wedding Sacrifice, and then we can truly live forever." ”

Zhao Tianming looked at Lingzheng suspiciously, obviously not believing that there would be any curse.

His peachwood sword rested against Yang Jie's tombstone, and his face sank.

Aunt Yang saw that Ling Zheng had not spoken, and was anxious, "Third Master Ling, you, you won't break your word, right?" Before Ling Zheng could speak, Aunt Yang turned her head to look at me and pounced at my feet, "Little girl, I see that you were the closest to the Third Master Ling before, you help me ask the Third Master Ling, we don't want to carry this curse, we just want to live forever, we have no other thoughts." I know we shouldn't have boiled my son's body, but my son is dead, he's dead, and ...... We also asked Mr. Zhao to help us overtake his soul, and he won't blame us. ”

It turns out that this mother hasn't been ruthless to that extent.

They asked Zhao Tianming to help Yang Jie at the beginning, and now, we also have an explanation with Yang An.

I didn't know how to open my mouth to talk to Lingzheng again, so I didn't answer Aunt Yang's words, and Aunt Yang cried with a handful of snot and tears.

I couldn't help but stand on Lingzheng's side.

In the past, when dealing with ghosts, I always stood by Lingzheng's side like now, but Lingzheng used to be able to protect me and love me, but now I ...... He knew that he knew about his murder of my grandfather, and he must have had his own thoughts in his heart.

We're not going back to what we used to be, are we?

King Ling Tomb and Shen Yan stood behind Lingzheng, Jin Shiyi saw the situation clearly and stood behind me, while Yu Yingying stood behind Zhao Tianming, and those Xuanshi stood behind Yu Yingying and Zhao Tianming, obviously separating the two sides of the front.

In the middle, Aunt Yang was crying alone.

Crying and crying, she was stunned for a moment, knelt down suddenly, and looked in the direction of her home, tears falling from her eyes.

Zhao Tianming smiled incomprehensibly and began to draw runes in front of Yang Jie's grave with a peachwood sword.

King Ling's tomb sacrificed Yin Wood Chains, and preparations were made.

Ling Zheng slowly walked a few steps around the tomb and said lightly: "Zhao Tianming, are you sure you still want to fight?" ”

"Of course!" Zhao Tianming snorted coldly, "I've been waiting for this day for too long." ”

"Hmm." Ling Zheng responded, sacrificed the golden dragon pestle, and began to combine the Yin Wood Chain of King Ling's Tomb, and drew a large golden rune in the air together, which was a security enchantment. After the painting, Lingzheng looked at me: "First year of junior high school, you have the lowest spiritual power here, don't come out when you stand in the enchantment." "What he means is that when they fight, I won't be hurt by yin qi and aura when I stand in the enchantment.

Lingzheng is still thinking about me, Lingzheng, what should I do with you?

I looked at Lingzheng in a daze, and my heart was sour, and Shen Yan pulled my arm and pulled me into the safety barrier. The tomb of King Ling circled the Yin wood chain into a circle, protecting the Dharma for Lingzheng, Lingzheng stood inside, pinched the trick with both hands, held the golden dragon pestle, and looked at Zhao Tianming and the others coldly.

The sky was getting darker, and there was a faint sound of thunder and lightning.

Aunt Yang stood by the grave with her fists clenched, her teeth clenched, her eyes fierce but with some love looking in the direction of her home.

What the hell is she doing?

Knowing that we are going to fight, she is just an ordinary person, why don't you run quickly?

Jin Shiyi tugged at my sleeve: "Comrade Tang Chuyi, what are they going to do?" How to fight? OMG...... Are they humans or ghosts? Filming, right? I shook my head and clearly told him that there are ghosts and gods in this world, and I believe that he has been a forensic doctor for many years, and he has encountered many cases that cannot be explained by science, but at this moment, I really don't know what will happen next.

"Comrade Tang Chuyi, you really don't know?"

I said impatiently, "I really don't know." ”

"Forget it, don't ask you, I'll call Lao Yan and ask him to send a few more people over to support, there are people here to fight."

"Hmm."

Fight in groups! That's a good word!

I glanced at Lingzheng's calm appearance, and I knew that he had a way to break Zhao Tianming's formation, and now I felt a lot more relieved. Lingzheng added another rune, then handed the backpack on his back to King Ling's tomb, and whispered something, King Ling's tomb reached out and took it behind his back, walked in front of me, grabbed my hand and dragged it forward: "Woman, go up the mountain with the uncle." ”

"Up the mountain? Why? ”

I was pulled by King Ling's tomb to walk a few steps in a hurry, trying to break free, but unexpectedly his strength was great, if it was normal, he would definitely scold me for being a dead woman, I don't know whether to live or die, but today he didn't say anything, just dragged me to the front, there is a big mountain in front, now it's dark again, I can't see anything clearly on the other side of the mountain, I only see a black mountain standing there, what is King Ling's tomb taking me there for?

"King Ling's Tomb, you go slowly, oops......"

The bean-sized raindrops fell suddenly, hitting my eyes with a burst of sourness.

I lowered my head and rubbed my eyes: "Why are you in such a hurry at King Ling's tomb?" Why do you suddenly want to go up the mountain? Isn't the security formation safe? Is the Spirit asking you to take me up the mountain? ”

King Ling's tomb patiently explained to me: "Those Xuanshi brought by Zhao Tianming are some dead soldiers, and they have made the determination to die, this battle is probably more huge than we imagined, and the security formation can't stop so much evil energy, there is a formation arranged by the senior brother in advance on the mountain, you hide in it, and then come out when the Dharma is over." ”

I was anxious: "Then you stay and help Lingzheng, I'll just go up the mountain by myself." ”

"No, you can't find your way."

"But what should I do?"

"Don't you hate him?"

"I ...... I hate him, but I don't want him to die. ”

"Hehehe......"

King Ling's tomb skin is not smiling.

At this moment, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, directly splitting a big tree dozens of meters away in half, half on fire, but before the fire could rise, the rain poured down.

In the hazy rain, Shen Yan suddenly ran over quickly: "Brother Tomb, run...... There has been a fight. ”

I subconsciously took a few steps back and wanted to help Lingzheng, but after hesitating for a few seconds, I still took a step and ran desperately towards the mountain.

During the war, I didn't show up, which was the greatest help to Lingzheng.

The downpour was down, sometimes accompanied by lightning and thunder, and the temperature suddenly dropped, as if this was not the scorching heat of June at all, but the cold winter wax moon. The soil under his feet became soft and slippery because of the rain, and he left two deep marks when he stepped on it, but he couldn't lift his feet at once, and he slipped down the water, sticking a lot of dirt on his shoes, and his steps became heavier and heavier.

The three of us stumbled halfway up the mountain, and I clenched my fists tightly.

The weather suddenly changed so much, it must have been affected by magic, I don't know how Lingzheng is now? Will it hurt?

King Ling's tomb looked at the distance and was stunned, and I followed his line of sight to see that it was Yang Jie's ancestral tomb.

"It's okay, it's okay, Ling Sanye is not injured, those Xuanshi fell two, hey! Ling San Ye really has two brushes, amazing, worthy of Ling San Ye. ”

Jin Shiyi's voice suddenly came from behind me.

I turned around, and then I noticed that Jin Shiyi also followed us, ran to the mountain to hide, he held a military telescope in his hand, looking in the direction of Yang Jie's ancestral tomb, and from time to time a few words came out, most of which were words praising Lingzheng for being very powerful.

I wiped the rain from my face: "King Ling's tomb, when can we go down the mountain?" ”

Judging by the current degree of temperature drop, it will be below zero in a while, and we will all wear only one or two thin single clothes, and if we continue like this, we will freeze to death.

King Ling's tomb shook his head: "You can't go down the mountain, go up the mountain, we haven't found the formation laid by the senior brother, and the real calamity under the mountain hasn't come yet." King Ling's tomb closed the Yin wood chains together, turned into a black strange umbrella, and blocked the top of my head, "Woman, the yin qi in this rain is too heavy, don't get too much of it, go up the mountain quickly." ”

"Huh?" How did he suddenly become so gentle?

"Ahhhh The action is sharp! ”

King Ling's tomb hit me the head, and my eyes were glazed with pain.

I rubbed my head, tears mixed with rain dripping into the mud.