After putting down the cruel words, the woman in the red dress flew backwards violently, and the innermost wall of the hall swirled like a pool of stirred milk coffee, and the woman in the red dress got into the whirlpool and disappeared.

As soon as she disappeared, the hall began to shake, and this hall seemed to be connected to my perception, and I knew that this hall was about to disappear, and I could "see" that huge pillar collapse and press down on the enemy.

When I raised my eyes, I saw Qiu Shishi's bloody arm holding a sword, still looking at the still whirlpool: "Dead man, get out of there!" ”

I shouted at him, but the rumbling sound in the hall completely drowned out my shouting, and I staggered to my feet and rushed towards him, and almost as soon as I was about to touch him, the great pillar I had "seen" had fallen!

It was too late, so I simply threw down the poet, pressed him under me, closed my eyes, and waited for the big pillar to fall down.

"Stupid!"

There was a soft scolding of a dead man in my ears, and I doubted that such a gentle voice could be made by the poet, and I slowly opened my eyes.

There was no hall, no room full of corpses and flesh, and no fallen pillars, and I was stunned to find myself lying in a coffin, the lid of which had been opened, and the Qiu poet standing outside, staring at me intently, stretched out his hand to me: "Come out." ”

I stupidly took his hand, sat up, my head out of the coffin, and looked around.

Is this a stone chamber? The walls were covered with paintings of the before and after the slaves I saw in the hall being skinned, and the "drawing paper" looked a lot like it was made of skin.

I shuddered, quickly came out of the coffin, and when I stood up, something fell from me, and the corner of my eye swept a piece of red things, and I thought that the woman in the red dress was back again, so frightened that I trembled, and went straight out of the coffin, Qiu Shishi helplessly supported me and let me land steadily: "You are crazy?" ”

"No, that'......"

"What are you afraid of a rag?"

I looked back in fear, and it was indeed a rag, the end of the skirt that had been cut off by the poet, and after falling from me, it fell like a red silk scarf in the coffin.

I was about to withdraw my gaze, but I saw that there seemed to be something under the skirt.

Carefully put his hand into the coffin, his thumb and forefinger gently twisted the tail of the skirt, as if the cloth was stained with, he didn't dare to grab it directly, and after twisting it aside, he saw that it was covered by the tail of the skirt, which was a photo.

In the photo, it is a Tieshan fence, rusty on the top, very old, behind the Tieshan fence is a building, but the building in the photo is only half of the bottom, I can't see where it is.

And in front of the building, there was a young man standing, looking gloomily at Tie Shanlan, just in front of the camera.

Here, how can there be such a photo, which does not match the current situation?

"Let's keep it for now." Qiu Shiren glanced at the photo and said.

"Oh." I stuffed the picture into my fanny pack and looked at the stone chamber I was in, "Where is this?" ”

"It's in the tomb."

In the tomb? I stayed for a few seconds before I realized that what Qiu Shishi was talking about was the tomb we saw after passing through the willow forest, and there was such a small stone chamber in it, except for those strange paintings, there was only such an ordinary coffin.

Looking at the foot again, there are some strange runes carved around this coffin.

"How did we get into this tomb?"

"That's how I came in."

I glanced at him, thinking of what happened in the hall, I was stunned: "Then, everything in the hall I was in the hall just now was fake?" ”

"No, in a sense, it's true."

Seeing that I was stupid, the poet simply told me completely: "The snake array is connected to this tomb, as soon as we enter the snake array, I will be entangled by ten thousand snakes, and you will be brought into this tomb, everything in the hall you said is really happening in your sea of consciousness, you can understand it as another world or space that overlaps here......"

Historically, places where major accidents have occurred have survived, either because the people who died there have too strong minds and have maintained that place, or it may be the space itself (a house, a hall, or a certain place) that has always insisted on something because of nostalgia, everything has a spirit, and with the passage of time, it looks like it has changed, but in fact they still exist.

In such a place, only the soul can enter.

"But that hall was evolved by that woman with the help of that place and tens of millions of grievances, and it is not genuine."

My heart was even heavier because of this: "So, those slaves who were skinned were real things that happened in history?" ”

"Otherwise, where do you think the mountain of bones came from?"

"But why did she let me see this?" I looked down at my hands, "What is her purpose?" Why did she force me to kill those soldiers? ”

Almost, I will really kill those soldiers, although those soldiers are not people, but at that time, how could I have such a heavy murderous intent, will there be a day when I will be like those executioners, with a knife in my hand and a brow without frowning?

A large hand covered my outstretched hand and then gripped it.

"You're already good," he said solemnly, "and if you hadn't provoked her, I wouldn't have found the flaw so quickly." Moreover, you saved me in the end. It's on another level, but if I'm really hurt, I'll bring it to reality. ”

I have always only been disgusted by him, and I was embarrassed to be praised by him suddenly: "Actually, if I don't pounce on it, you can avoid the pillar." ”

He looked at me: "It's good to know, don't do stupid things in the future!" ”

Me: "......"

Let's just say that he won't praise me for no reason, and he's not calling me stupid.

But being so "comforted" by him, the feeling of self-pity and self-doubt was also dispelled.

"Let's go out first," he said, "your brother is still waiting outside, and he doesn't have much time." ”

I was reminded by him that I couldn't care about anything else, but I turned around and found, "Where is the exit?" ”

"According to the position of this coffin," the poet Qiu pointed to one of the walls, "the door is there." ”

I followed his finger and saw that the wall was also full of leather paintings, I stepped forward, the painting looked like it had been a long time, many of the patterns in the painting were blurred, I looked at the skin, and timidly asked, "This is actually pigskin, right?" ”

He didn't look at me, but reached out and carefully tore off the leather painting on it: "If you think it's a pigskin, then a pigskin." ”

When the skin was removed, a door was revealed that was close to the wall.

When I carefully placed the skin on the ground and opened the door, I glanced at the skin and whispered, "Won't you burn it?" ”

Didn't Ji Jingru's cheongsam burn, saying that it couldn't be kept, otherwise it would become an evil item.

"These skins are related to this tomb, and they are closely related to the entire corpse bone mountain, and they will move the whole body, which can be compared to Ji Jingru's cheongsam, if we want to leave the corpse bone mountain alive, we can't touch these."

I foamed with tears: "Didn't you say pigskin?" "Why tell the truth.

Qiu Poet: "......"

It didn't take much effort to open that door, after all, the woman in the red dress who occupied this place before had fled, of course, she was not the owner of the Bone Mountain, the Bone Mountain had existed for a long time, and the woman was just borrowing a venue.

After the stone door was opened, there were stone steps, a total of seven steps, and there was another stone door after I went up, and I pushed it open, and this door was actually on the stone bag behind the tombstone.

Bypassing the stone monument and seeing the pan halberd still sitting in front of the tombstone, I breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurried to look at the enemy poet.

Qiu Shishi stood in front of me, his slender fingers pointed at my brother's eyebrows, my brother stood up by himself, took two steps forward, Qiu Shishi waved his hand, and the skirt tail appeared in his hand, I was stunned.

Wasn't it still in the coffin by me, and when did he take it out?

I saw that Qiu Shishi shook the tail of the skirt twice, pointed to a grass growing in the gap of the tombstone, and asked me to pull it out.

After I pulled the grass out of him, the grass spontaneously combusted in his hand, and the end of his skirt smoked on the fire, and he shook it again, and as if by magic, another one of my brother appeared, no, it was the one that my brother had lost.

After the soul returned to my brother, the burning grass was thrown into a cup by the poet, and he threw another piece of talisman paper into it, and when the fire burned out, the empty cup was filled with half full of water and fed it to the pan halberd.

After a while, my brother's pale face slowly recovered a little.

"He has lost a lot of essence, he will not be able to fully recover for a while and a half, he needs to recuperate for a long time, after he goes back tonight, let him leave M City, at least a year, he can't come to M City."

I nodded my head again and again, indicating that I remembered.

After that, he pulled out a silver thread from my brother, which was invisible to the naked eye, and wrapped it around me, so that my brother would follow me back.

While the poet was dealing with these things, I looked at the place where the name of the owner of the tomb should have been engraved on the tombstone.

"How?"

"My sister said that the reason why my brother came every other night was because he dug a grave in the mountain, and the reason why he dug the grave was because he saw my name and birth date on the tombstone, and he also posted a picture of me."

"When the mountain of bones was formed, this tomb was there." Qiu Shishi said: "But it was originally an empty tomb, and the owner of the tomb made it out to deceive people, so there would not even be a tombstone, this monument was erected later, and the coffin inside was also recently put in, and as for the body in the coffin, when you entered the mountain tonight, it was transferred out." ”

So, does it have anything to do with me?

I suddenly felt a strong desire to see that corpse, what it looked like?

Look at him or her, who is it?

My brother can't leave immediately, and he needs to wait for a moment until his soul is completely restored, and he looks at my tangled appearance, and takes advantage of this time to say a few more words:

"The owner of the tomb is the owner of this mountain, and it is also the master of the Nine Evil Heavenly Yin Array, there was a disturbance hundreds of years ago, and it was sealed in other places by the outstanding abilities of the Yin and Yang Realm at that time, at that time, everyone also thought about destroying this mountain raised by blood, bones and resentment, but I said, everything has a spirit, not to mention this mountain, without the owner, the Tianyin Array is running as usual, our ancestors found that if it is forcibly destroyed, then the mountain full of resentful spirits, the mountain of corpses with spiritual consciousness, and the mountain of yin qi, where should we go? If you can't collect it and let it out, won't you have to live in misery? ”

So, the mountain stayed, and at the same time, the mountain guard demon was formed by the grievances gathered by the Nine Evil Heavenly Yin Array and thousands of years, and was born with luck, replacing the original tomb owner.

This is the story of this mountain, the story that the poet Qiu knows.

Therefore, the reason why the builder of this monument put the corpse in this empty grave should be to use the power that this mountain can bring to raise the corpse.

"So what does this have to do with me? What does it have to do with my brother? "Isn't the resentment of the mountains enough for them, and they still have to suck my brother's essence?

Qiu Poet: "......"

Seeing that he stopped talking when he reached the critical moment, I smiled bitterly, simply sat on the ground, and crossed my legs: "I don't know much about your yin and yang world, and I have never been in contact with it, but my grandmother is always a hexagram, although I just learned about it recently, but since I was a child, she would always tell us more or less something." ”

"I didn't think anything about it before, but when I found out who she was, I went back and thought about it, and found that she actually told me a lot of things."

"She once said that relatives, the closer the blood relatives, the closer they are in this world, and no one can separate them. She also told me a story, saying that in ancient times, there was a pair of sisters and brothers, and when the younger brother died, the elder sister raised him with her own essence, and she also told me another story...... Use the flesh and blood of your relatives to sacrifice, and you can have a peerless weapon! ”

I looked at the sky and blinked my sour eyes: "The tombstone engraved with my name is used to make my brother come to the Corpse Bone Mountain, who doesn't take the essence of my brother, but they will take away some of my brother's essence every two days, they put a corpse here to raise the corpse, what is more helpful than the essence of relatives?" Do you say that there is such a coincidence in this world? ”

"Yes!" The poet Qiu responded very firmly, he looked at me, there was pity and decisiveness in it, "In this world, there are infinite possibilities. ”

I looked at him and asked slowly, "Can you tell me, what am I?" ”

He walked up to me, crouched down on one knee, and looked into my eyes, which were as black as ink: "In my heart, you exist, in the hearts of your family, you still exist, isn't that enough?" ”

He stretched out his hand and covered my eyes: "These things that make you entangled are just traps dug by the enemy for you, why bother to think about it, you should live your life well and happily." ”

There was a faint warm current, transmitted from his palm to his eyes, to his brain, and then to his limbs, which was very comfortable.

When he let go of his hand, I felt like I was in a spirit, I still remember what happened, but I didn't want to think about it at all, I had a dim feeling that he had cast a spell on me, and before I could think about it, he got up and pulled me up: "Your brother is alright, we should go too." ”

He looked at the moon that was about to go down the mountain: "You have to hurry, when I went up the mountain, I made a deal with this mountain guard, and before dawn, we must all go out." ”

"What's the deal?"

"It asked me to bring it something delicious and put it at the foot of the mountain."

“…… This demon is related to Xia You, right? ”

As soon as we moved, my brother followed suit, and I suddenly thought of something, grabbed the Qiu poet in front of me, and looked back at the small tomb again: "Why is there no clock?" ”

At three o'clock in the morning, where did the bell that scared people to death and hooked my brother come from?

Qiu Shiren suddenly understood what I was asking: "That's the soul hooking bell, only the soul body, or the cultivator can hear it, you are not a cultivator, but you ...... The situation is special, your brother's soul is abnormal, and naturally he can hear the bell. By the time the enemy withdrew, the bell had already been taken. ”

"Oh." I nodded, and after taking two steps with Qiu Shishi, I suddenly stopped—my sister, how did you hear the bell?

When Qiu Shishi saw me stop again, he simply took my hand: "No matter what problems there are, let's go back and talk about it, otherwise we won't be able to pass through the willow forest before dawn." ”

I knew that time was pressing, so I put this terrible question aside for the time being, and followed the Qiu poet into the snake formation again, but this time, there was no reaction, and I was stunned and was pulled away by the Qiu poet.

Ran out of the snake formation and returned to the willow forest, I found that whether it was in front of the tomb or in the snake array, I couldn't see the situation in the willow forest.

Qiu Shishi's sword eyebrows twisted, and his anger was fully revealed, and he pulled me to continue running into the willow forest, and my brother followed us firmly.

After running in the willow forest for a while, I finally saw the three of them, but why did I feel like the three of them were fighting?

No, no, it's not like, the three of them are just fighting!

To be more precise, it was Zhang Xiaofang and Jiang Yahui who beat the unknown layman with both hands, and when Qiu Shishi and I arrived, I also saw the appearance of the nameless layman at this time.

His original half-length hair to the neck, with a hair mask to comb the hair back, is the kind of last century, turbidity (qing) dynasty just extinguished, people cut short braids when the most common hairstyle, he is a man who pays attention to appearance, everything pays attention to a posture, seems to be gentler than Master Mao, in fact, it is very nitpicky, difficult to serve.

But look at him now, his hair is scattered, his eyes are very wide open, they are full of bloodshots, his eyelids are blue and black, his lips are also black, as if he has been poisoned, and there are green tendons on his neck, which are also black, which can be seen through the skin, and spread from his neck to his face.

The clothes on his body had been dirty and dirty before, and now they were torn like rags, barely hanging on his body.

He bared his teeth and opened his hands with black nails, looking like he was about to eat Zhang Xiaofang and Jiang Yahui.

"W-What's going on?" I asked Qiu Shiren and found that he was not surprised at all, thinking that he specially asked Zhang Xiaofang to stay here, it is estimated that he had already discovered that the unknown layman was wrong.

When the nameless layman pounced on Zhang Xiaofang again, he turned his back, and I saw that the scratches that had turned black had even grown hideous flesh thorns.

"He had already been poisoned, and the poison had entered his internal organs, and when he was in the giant grass pit, he died, and his body was controlled by a parasitic beast made of poison, but he still had his own divine consciousness, so he didn't know it until the parasitic beast completely controlled him."

As he explained a sentence to me, he glanced at the fierce Buddha that was still placed on the ground in front of him, and the incense was almost burned, and it was only about half the length of a finger.

He ignored me anymore, rushed directly into the three-person battlefield, borrowed Jiang Yahui's silk thread, tied up the "unknown layman" in three or two strokes, and then kicked him to the ground.

As the Nameless Man struggled, the spines on the wound on his back grew bigger and bigger, as if a terrible monster was about to emerge from his body and take his place.

However, Qiu Shishi didn't give him a chance, he made a bubble film similar to the one that trapped Ji Jingru at the beginning to cover him, and then lit a piece of rune paper, and the rune paper passed through the bubble film and threw it on the "nameless layman", and he suddenly ignited.

No matter how much the controlled "Nameless Layman" struggled and rolled, he couldn't drill through the bubble film that the rune paper could easily pass through, and it was not until he was burned to ashes that the bubble film disappeared with a "bang".

Qiu Shiren is so careful, he is afraid that the fire will affect these willow trees, the wood is afraid of fire, once stimulated, who knows what crazy things they will do, the bubble film is to isolate the temperature of the fire, but also to avoid sparks splashing on these willows.

The incense in front of the fierce Buddha was even shorter, and Qiu Shishi quickly pulled back my hand: "Go, go!" ”

Then the four of us ran in the direction we came, and we came out of the willow forest a second before the incense burned out.

In the forest, the Buddha statues that helped us guard these willow trees turned into a pool of golden water, and in the hands of the Qiu poet, a palm-sized Buddha statue appeared, and the Qiu poet covered the palm of his hand, and picked up the small Buddha statue.

After the willow forest does not mean that it is safe, the moon on the horizon is also a signal of whether our life is preserved, we ran down the mountain with all our strength, in order to avoid delaying time, the Qiu poet took us to avoid the river, but we directly faced the skeleton forest.

Qiu Shiren threw out several pieces of rune paper in one breath, the rune paper automatically floated in the air, the paper was flat, like pasted on the invisible wall, around us, after these rune paper circled us, the rune paper and the rune paper were connected to each other, there were faint golden lines emerged, and some words in the Buddhist scriptures also appeared, as if a golden bell cover us.

With this canopy, we made our way through the Skull Forest.

Later, I learned that because the truly powerful rune paper contains spiritual power, not everyone can control so many rune papers in one go, especially such a powerful rune paper, if you want to sell it, it can be sold for a lot of money.

This remark came from Zhang Xiaofang, who was suffering from stealing the Qiu poet's self-made rune paper.

When the sun appeared on the mountain in the east, we finally ran to the foot of the mountain, except for Qiu Shishi, who was just panting lightly, his face was still calm, and Zhang Xiaofang and Jiang Yahui fell to the ground all of a sudden, so tired that they couldn't even speak.

If you try to run 10,000 meters at a speed of 100 meters, or on a bumpy mountain road, you know how they feel at this time.

The strange thing is that although I am also wheezing, I am much better than them, and it stands to reason that my physical fitness is not as good as theirs, but I feel that I am in good spirits, and my body seems to be good, and it is not bad?