The sunlight shines on the flat bottom of the basin, and the shiny reflected is a bit dazzling.

At the same time, I can also feel that after the reflection of the yang energy on the copper surface, there seem to be some subtle changes, which are very faint and random, almost imperceptible.

This made me have a strong interest in the two copper basins, squatting down to observe them carefully, and when I got closer, I could vaguely smell a faint smell of herbs emanating from the bottom of the basins, which was unusually transparent, a bit like mint grass, and mixed with a faint spiritual charm.

Whether it is the change of yang energy, the smell of herbs on the copper basin, or the spiritual rhyme, they are all looming like spider silk floating in the air.

This feeling reminds me of the yin energy in the secret passage.

At this moment, I have realized that these two copper basins should be the key to cracking the yin qi, it is that person, yes, it must be that he has reached out to me again - the master who killed Bi Kun in seconds.

At that time, I really wanted to catch up with those two children and ask them who told them to come to me with a copper basin, but now that the sun is almost in the middle of the sky, at that time, an extremely strong yin qi will instantly appear in heaven and earth, and then the yin qi will disappear, and the yang qi will begin to weaken, like the extremely weak yang qi, I am afraid that it will not be able to suppress the yin qi in the secret passage.

So I could only give up the urge to chase to the foot of the mountain for a while, quickly picked up the two copper basins on the ground, came to the entrance of the secret passage, first used one copper basin to find the landing point of the sun, and reflected one ray of sunlight to the bottom of the other basin at an angle of 45 degrees inclined downward, and then turned the second copper basin to introduce the sunlight into the secret passage.

When the dark passage was pierced by the dark yellow light, I felt as if the ground had sunk, it was a strange feeling, as if the hard earth had turned into a pool of soft water, as the light dispelled the darkness in the passage, the water level of the pool was slowly falling, and even the touch under my feet seemed to become a little erratic.

At the same time, I could clearly feel that the temperature in the secret passage was rising rapidly.

The yin energy is dissipating!

About five or six minutes had passed, and the sun had not yet reached the highest point in the sky, when at the end of the secret passage, there was a soft "click", and then the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard.

I immediately put down the copper basin and trotted all the way to the stone door, and with a gentle push of my hand, the two narrow door panels seemed to have lost their weight, and they opened lightly, and on the hard ground opposite the door frame, there was still a fist-sized stone lock.

When the stone door was closed, there was only the smell of earth and moisture in the secret passage, but now that the door was opened, standing in front of the door, I could vaguely smell the stench emitted by the burning of kerosene, but there was no heat of flame in this smell, the air on the other side of the door was very cold, and when I took a breath, I felt that the base of my tongue was about to freeze, and my throat and eyes tightened.

After standing at the door for a short while, I turned on my flashlight and walked into the secret room that was connected behind the stone door.

The strange smell here will give people the illusion that the air on my face is greasy, even if there is no special touch on the surface of the skin, but I still feel very uncomfortable, so I can only speed up my pace, just want to quickly find out the whole picture of the secret room, if there is no problem, hurry up and get out.

The whole secret room is a square dug out of the ground, and the four earthen walls are straight, and occasionally the shovel marks that look shallow on it are not deep, from the stone gate to the root of the back wall, that is, the distance of five or six meters.

I tried shaking the flashlight a few times, and the beam swept down the front wall twice, reflecting a soft glow when the miserable white spot landed at the corner where the wall and the ground were connected. I quickened my pace, and when I looked in, I saw a small two-foot-wide pool dug under the wall, and in the pool was some unknown liquid.

Unsure whether the liquids were corrosive or not, I didn't dare to hold them up, so I pulled out the sapper shovel, inserted the shovel head into the small pool, and stirred it gently, and the touch from the front of the shovel was a little dull, and I could feel that the density of these liquids was greater than that of water and oil, similar to honey, or cooked bitumen.

I tried to sense the Qi field on the puddle of liquid, but I couldn't sense anything, it was completely dead, and there might not even be any microbes in it.

After that, I took out a bottle of mineral water from my backpack that I had not finished drinking, poured out the water, and sank the empty bottle into the pool, and slowly poured the viscous liquid into the bottle along the mouth of the bottle, until the whole bottom of the bottle was filled, I closed the bottle and turned to leave the secret room.

When I returned to the house, it was already noon, and I held up the bottle in my hand and pointed it at the sun in the middle of the sky.

The liquid pressed against the bottom of the bottle was pure black, even the midday sun could not penetrate it, I stared at it for a while, and I felt very strange in my heart, I always felt that the bottom of the bottle dyed black could absorb all the yang lines and colors.

It was an absolute black, without any variegation, like a round black hole in the sky.

The constant staring at this thing made my uneasiness grow stronger, and then I could only put the bottle down, look again at the clouds illuminated by the sun, and let out a long breath of cloudy air.

When Du Kang comes back, I will ask him what these liquids are, and if he can't answer them, he can only return to Bohai Bay and find the second master to serve as a staff officer, or I can give it to Zhuang Youxue or Bai Laogou and let them take it for testing.

After walking in the secret passage, I suddenly realized that what happened to the tiger was not something I could see through, and the mystery mixed in it was deeper than I expected.

It's like the liquid in a bottle, so deep that it can't be seen as bottomless.

Next, I was going to go to the village to find the two children, and although I knew that the person who was secretly helping me didn't seem to be willing to reveal his identity, I couldn't suppress my curiosity.

At the very least, let me know what kind of person he or she is.

As I walked out of the courtyard of the house, I heard a noise coming from the village, and a few villagers ran quickly down the hillside, each with a wooden bucket in their arms, and they ran so hard that the water in the bucket was spilled out in the violent jolting.

I don't have to think about it to know that there must be a fire in the village, and now Lao Hu's wife is still staying in the low house, and I was worried that something would happen to her, so I suddenly quickened my pace and ran down the hillside.

Knowing that it was closer to the village, I vaguely heard people shouting words such as "fire", "Dragon King Temple", "water", etc., because the movement in those villages was so noisy, these shouts were mixed with each other, and it was difficult to distinguish what the villagers were saying.

I ran along the intersection, passing by the low house of Lao Hu's house on the way, and seeing that his house was fine, I followed the footsteps of other villagers and rushed to the center of the village.

On the way, I grabbed a villager and asked him what had happened, and he told me in a local dialect that the Dragon King Temple was on fire and that the villagers were bringing water to extinguish the fire.

It's strange to say, after being in the village for so long, I have always felt that the villagers seem to be wrapped in a thick layer of indifference and numbness, these two things press their minds and make them look like walking corpses, but now, the whole village seems to have suddenly "lived", and the expressions on everyone's faces have become normal.

By the time I followed a group of villagers to the middle of the village, the fire in the Dragon King Temple had been completely extinguished, and a few old people were huddled in front of the dark ruins, muttering something that sounded like a prayer.

The temple had almost completely collapsed, only the half of the earthen wall on the west side was still standing at an angle, and I smelled a trace of fire oil floating above the ruins, and thought that the reason why the temple was on fire might have been deliberately done, so I took a step and walked towards the ruins.

When an old man saw that I wanted to get close to the ruins, he quickly ran up and stopped me, told me not to go any further, and said that if I stepped into the ruins, I might disturb the Mountain Dragon King.

Guizhou dialect is really difficult for me to understand, but with the few words I can occasionally understand, I can barely guess the meaning of the old man.

I waved his hand away and smiled at him, "It's okay, the Mountain Dragon King is gone." ”

Before he could reach out again, I quickly took a few steps and rushed straight into the ruins.

The surrounding villagers immediately let out a burst of exclamations, and some people wanted me to shout something, as if to let me out, but no matter what, no one dared to rush into the ruins.

I didn't bother to talk to them, so I bent down and carefully identified the source of the smell of fire oil.

As I walked north along the two scorched beams, the smell grew stronger and stronger, and finally I stopped in front of a burnt shrine, and the source of the smell was coming from the shrine.

Then I took out the sapper shovel and lifted the shrine, and that was how it was lifted, and a large amount of smoke and dust mixed with the heat flew up, so that I couldn't help coughing twice.

Lifting the shrine seemed to be a terrible thing for the local villagers, and someone shouted at me in Mandarin: "Come out, come out!" You're going to alarm the Dragon King. ”

I still ignored it, squatted down, and carefully cleaned up the ashes on the ground with a sapper shovel, at this time I had already realized that something was wrong, because under the ashes, there was a faint corpse gas, and this Qi field condensed but did not disperse, obviously something buried under the Mountain Dragon Temple, and the corpse had already risen.

But when I cleaned up the ashes, I didn't see the evil corpse, only found a dry bone with charred skin, which had been scorched by the flames, and this bone had become very fragile, and with a gentle pick of the sapper shovel, it shattered into several sections, and together with the corpse qi on it, it also dissipated, but the skin hanging on it was still tough, and after the bone broke, it slowly slid down the end of the long bone, and fell to the ground completely.

The bones are broken, the skin and flesh are not gone, this evil corpse that was burned by the fire is at least an ancient corpse that has undergone many corpse changes and is more than 500 years old.

In other words, it existed before the village was established.

(End of chapter)