"The soul body doesn't match, you mean this skeleton doesn't match its soul?"

Although Murong Cao didn't know much about the matter of Xuanyin, he was very good at understanding the literal meaning, and realized that the complexity of this matter still showed a little sign after all. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yang Muqing nodded, her face was rare and solemn.

"I need to verify it a little further."

After saying this, he turned around and took out two objects from his bag, the same is something that everyone can see, a small copper bell that looks very bluffing, the thick and complicated seal carving pattern makes it reveal a luxury, and the mottled and lustrous texture makes it show a valuable sense of age.

"Kuwata Soul Bell, good thing!"

Li Hang's eyes began to light up again, and Murong Cao glanced at him speechlessly, not understanding how gentleness and elegance and the smell of copper coexisted amicably on him.

The other thing that Yang Muqing took out was something that only he could see.

A dog-like black paper-cut slowly stood up in the palm of his hand, like a balloon connected to a pump, gradually expanded, and finally turned into a translucent entity the size of an apple, and the two big eyes turned as if they were alive, and they "Wang" at him, turned around happily, and wagged their tails enthusiastically, looking very well-behaved and lovely.

This is the hell god dog carefully bred by Bodhizi, which was transformed by a demon dog he had defeated, named "Ugin", not to mention that it looks small and cute, but the temperament is very vicious and fierce, in addition to the owner who is identified, it is a typical "don't approach the living" role, and it is the nemesis of low-level ghosts.

Considering that the sacred aura of Yuanming Villa will damage Ujin's cultivation, Bodhi Zi had to endure the pain and entrust his love to Yang Muqing, for which he also had a handful of snot and tears, and told him not to play, Yang Muqing didn't care, but since he had this strange beast in his hand, he would naturally not be stingy when it came in handy.

Yang Muqing pointed to the tomb in front of him at Ugin, who understood, turned into a black wind, and burrowed into the mound of soil overgrown with weeds.

Although Murong Cao and the others didn't understand what was happening, they knew that Yang Muqing had already started to act, and all they had to do was not to disturb him. As a result, even Wang Sanfang, who was already dumbfounded, tried his best to maintain his composure and control his breathing and heartbeat.

Yang Muqing listened attentively, and in the breeze that lingered in his ears from nowhere, he heard Ugin's arrogant and domineering bark and another sharp exclamation and running.

This is not the voice of the human world, the voice of the underworld coming from three feet underground.

The brass bell in his hand began to shake.

It shook and didn't have the crisp sound it expected, as if it was missing an important part, dumb or broken.

People can't hear because the bell wasn't meant to be used against humans.

As long as everything that should be heard is heard.

But from the first shake of the bell, the phosphorus fire that had been scurrying in the depths of the mountain forest began to sink into the soil or tree trunks, as if for fear of being taken away by the bell.

There is a soul bell in the front, and a hellhound in the back, the ghost that was originally dormant has nowhere to escape, and slowly comes out of the grave, with an unlucky look, and it is not a powerful character at first glance.

Ugin, who had grown several times larger, originally bit one of its hands, but after seeing Yang Muqing, he spit out that hand with some disgust, rubbed it up and wagged his tail to beg for a reward.

There were also two broken runes that appeared with the ghost, Yang Muqing glanced at it, slightly surprised, and looked at the ghost with eyes that were no longer so indifferent.

These two talismans were actually used to imprison the ghost, and he didn't force it out, but helped it struggle out.

Moreover, although this ghost looks embarrassed, it is very modern and young, and it is definitely not some of the mighty generals mentioned in the epitaph.

"Who are you?"

Wang Sanfang and Li Hang saw Yang Muqing talking to the void of the tomb, probably realizing what was happening, and couldn't help but weaken their feet.

Li Hang even opened his mouth to say something, but was suffocated back into his stomach by Murong Cao's vicious eyes.

"Who am I? Where am I? Who are you......"

A typical situation in which one question does not know three things, and it is useless to ask too many questions.

Yang Muqing could see that the ghost was somewhat incomplete, and the person who sealed it in the tomb seemed to have damaged part of its memory.

couldn't ask, so he simply didn't ask, Yang Muqing immediately made a decision, took out the white treasure gourd, and let this stupid ghost go in to rest first.

"Let's go to our next destination."

Now that Yang Muqing has spoken, although the other people still have many questions, they no longer hesitate, and Wang Sanfang is very dedicated to leading the way ahead.

There are only four people in the group, which is not a mighty one, but it can be called a division of courage, no matter what demons and monsters are in front of them, they are determined to find each other out.

The atmosphere was supposed to be magnificent, except for a few people in the team who pretended to be very indifferent, but their heart rate was already out of balance.

The mountains and forests at night are a place where yin qi gathers, and it is even more eerie and terrifying under the blue and white moonlight, Li Hang looked at the large and small tombs scattered everywhere, and couldn't wait to close his eyes, and was afraid that he couldn't see the road in front of him, so he secretly complained bitterly, and couldn't help but tightly tug on Yang Muqing's sleeve, for fear that he would accidentally be surrounded by lonely souls and wild ghosts and then be eaten alive.

"Senior brother, ...... behind you"

Murong Cao was originally walking in the second, but at this time, he suddenly stopped, his face showed panic, and he pointed behind Li Hang with a trembling hand.

"Ahh

Li Hang couldn't control it anymore, let go of Yang Muqing's sleeves, and rushed forward, as if there was really a female ghost in white behind him.

"Hahaha......"

Murong Cao's heartless laughter sounded in the night sky, and it was actually a little good.

"Murong Cao, from today onwards, I don't recognize you as a junior sister!"

Li Hang was furious as expected.

"If you want to get more horror emails in the future, you can!"

Murong Cao lifted his weight lightly and lightly lifted his "crime".

The next destination is the ancestral graves of Wu Qing's family and the village chief's family.

Yang Muqing's white treasure gourd has two more stupid ghosts in it.

"All three graves are really problematic. What about the others, will there be problems too? ”

Murong Cao looked at the graves that were as dense as pomegranate seeds in the depths of the back mountain, and after thinking of a possibility, he gasped.

In order to dispel her doubts, Yang Muqing had to work hard for Ugin to gallop around the cemetery.

His Kuwata Soul Bell shook again, only this time it covered a wider area, and the entire mountain forest seemed to whimper.

Tonight, the dead in Blazing Sun Village are destined to have no sleep.

About half an hour later, Ugin appeared with a little imp with teeth and claws, this little ghost was wearing an obviously outdated floral cloth shirt, two small pigtails, about two or three years old, his face was very angry, and a pair of eyes were actually glowing with blood red.

"Gone?"

Ugin nodded excitedly and wagged his tail again.

Yang Muqing examined the little ghost in front of him, then took out the red treasure gourd and grabbed it inside.

This little ghost is different from the three stupid ghosts he just caught, he is a somewhat resentful ghost, if it weren't for the fact that he was too young and didn't know how to cultivate, he wouldn't have been caught by Ugin so easily.

After returning to the bottom of the mountain, Yang Muqing did not hesitate for a moment, took out his painting tools, and began to paint the appearance of the four ghosts caught today.

Simple strokes, lifelike, full of gods, natural and easy to recognize.

"The youngest son of the Qian family, the old lady of the Wu family, and the son of the village family, I don't know the last one."

Wang Sanfang carefully identified it while wiping the cold sweat that kept dripping down his face.