After cleaning up, the two of them first drove to the leasing company, paid a deposit, and watched a large amount of RMB run into the drawer of someone else's house, Yang Xiaoding inexplicably felt a little painful, Nima, it was the first time for him to spend money so uselessly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then I drove straight to the valley where the cabins were built.

In the same way, he hid the car in the depths of the woods, and then walked lightly, cautiously walked to the vicinity of the wooden house, found a place with dense dead grass and sat down, so that he could rest and observe the movements of the group of men in black through the cracks in the weeds.

It is very torturous to sit on the grass in the depths of the woods all the time, there are often swarms of ants, and mice or something dangling around, and even once Yang Xiaoding was bitten by a mouse, and he grinned in pain, but he couldn't make a sound, it was really torturous.

In contrast, the group of men in black were much happier, they set up two large tents next to the wooden hut, and prepared a lot of water and food, so that they could fill their stomachs and go to the tent to sleep well when they changed shifts.

just insisted on surviving the day, in Yang Xiaoding's several ardent expectations, the white-bearded old man who had not been seen for a long time finally appeared in the valley, dressed in a black robe, holding floating dust, and his hair was all white.

He was followed by Shang Ran, who was dressed in white casual clothes, just by looking at the brand of the clothes, he knew that it was worth a lot, Yang Xiaoding couldn't help but complain in his heart, who did he really wear such a sassy bag when he came out to do bad things, this hungry wolf in sheep's clothing!!!!

Shang Qi, who was holding a large wooden box, followed behind the two unhurriedly.

When the three of them approached, the two rows of black-clothed people stood straight, and shouted neatly that they had seen the Taoist chief and the merchant Shao.

The voice is so imposing, it's really magnificent, if this is put in a Hong Kong film, it's a proper underworld big brother.

Yang Xiaoding's eyes were straight, and he said in his heart that you are pretending to be a coercive goods, and it is clear that labor and management are the protagonists, even if you jump for a while, you will turn you into meat puree, which is more ferocious than that.

The white-bearded old man talked to the leader of the men in black for a few words, to the effect that he asked them if there was anything special about them, and the people inside were okay, and the man in black replied that everything was normal and there was no problem, and the old man with the white beard nodded while leading the people to the door of the wooden house.

As soon as the other party moved, Mo Wensheng also moved, grabbed Yang Xiaoding's arm, and told him to bring the breath charm, so as not to reach the critical moment, and be discovered by the other party because of the subtle sound, and then it will fall short.

Yang Xiaoding nodded again and again, and after urging the spell, he walked to the door of the wooden house with Mo Wensheng one after another, fortunately, this equipment was very tight, and the white-bearded old man did not find anything abnormal from beginning to end.

After dismissing all the subordinates around him, the white-bearded old man walked to the red gate with the charm on it, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured some yellow thick liquid and smeared it around the rune paper.

Then Yang Xiaoding saw that the Dao light on those rune papers quickly faded, turning into a few pieces of waste paper hanging on the wooden door, looking crumbling.

I don't know what the yellow thick liquid is, but since it appeared, there was a pungent smell in the air, and it was very uncomfortable after smelling it, like the exhaust fumes discharged after the roar of a car, and like the smell of something after it rotted, Xiao Ding frowned and couldn't think of what it was for a long time, it was so powerful, and it was easy to solve such a powerful spell.

Yang Xiaoding moved his gaze to Mo Wensheng and asked him with his eyes, Mo Wensheng's brows were also tightly wrinkled together, and he groaned for a moment before squirming his lips and silently saying two words.

Corpse oil.

These two words exploded in Yang Xiaoding's brain like thunder, Nima, don't you want to be so heavy-tasted, this dead Taoist priest is too miserable, he actually refines this kind of thing.

Corpse oil can only be formed by incineration and refining of human tissues, and the whole person is only a few drops squeezed out in the end, looking at the style of the white-bearded old man's porcelain vase, how many lives are contained in it, Yang Xiaoding's face instantly became gloomy, he didn't do it for the heavens, and sent these two people into the eighteenth layer of hell, and they all felt sorry for their reputation as hell anchors!!

After the old man with the white beard put the porcelain vase away again, he stepped forward to push the wooden door, this time the wooden door did not react, as if it could be blown open by the wind, and the old man with the white beard could easily push it open without much effort.

Then he walked in with Shang Ran and Shang Qi, who was holding the wooden box, and the rest of the black-clothed people stood in a row dutifully and surrounded the entire wooden house.

Yang Xiaoding and Mo Wensheng also saw the opportunity, cautiously flashed in, as soon as they entered the door, they rushed to face a cold wind, cold and biting, around Yang Xiaoding used his breath to warm up his body and couldn't help but shiver, a layer of fine goosebumps appeared on his exposed neck, and he couldn't help but tighten his collar and scolded in his heart, what a ghost place.

After Shang Ran entered the door, he pressed the switch at the door, and the huge light bulb on the roof suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire room, and the modeling structure inside was unobstructed.

There are seven black wooden boxes in the first floor, forming a circle around the stairs in the middle, Yang Xiaoding looked at those boxes a few times, but how to look at them and feel weird, the shape of the wooden box is similar to the shape of the urn, which makes people think of things like corpse ashes when they see it.

Coupled with the strange shapes on those boxes, the damp and cold air, the entire first floor has a creepy and weird feeling.

Yang Xiaoding set his eyes on the three people in front of him, the expressions of the white-bearded old man and Shang Ran did not change much, but Shang Qi, who was holding the wooden box, shrank his neck, and his face was pale and bloodless, Yang Xiaoding could even see that when he walked, his legs were shaking constantly, and his eyes did not dare to put it on the black wooden box once.

Yang Xiaoding couldn't help but wonder, what was in this box, how could it scare Shang Qi, a powerful character, like this, even if it really contained ashes, there was nothing to be afraid of, did people like them have less blood on their hands, they were not afraid of killing, but they were afraid of the corpse, this really didn't make sense!

The three of them did not stay on the first floor for long, but walked straight up the simple staircase wrapped in a wooden box.