Ashin was stunned, and when he saw that someone praised the black blood evil ointment he had refined, he was immediately overjoyed: "This black blood dispelling ointment includes the chicken blood of the angry rooster, the dog blood of the bald tail black dog, the high-grade ejiao, the five elements of miscellaneous beans, and ......."

"Ashin!" Qingyun Dao Chang shouted angrily, "The black blood evil ointment is the secret recipe of Maoshan Mountain, you dare to leak it at will?" Forgot the door rules! ”

"Door rules?" When Ashin heard this, he immediately shuddered, and shrank his neck in fright, indicating that he was in awe of Maoshan's door rules to the extreme.

"You wouldn't be stealing Maoshan's secret recipe, would you?" Ashin looked at Ye Xuanfu cautiously.

Ashin has a big head and big ears, an honest appearance, loyal and honest, Ye Xuanfu smiled and said: "I also know the black blood evil ointment, there is no need to steal your secret recipe, but seeing that you have been refining so well, I want to give you a little advice, maybe you can boil better." ”

"Tell me, I want to know!" Ashin was eager to try, his eyes shining, and he was waiting eagerly.

"Hmph, the black blood evil ointment is a secret recipe that has been handed down by the ancestors for decades, no one has ever changed it, it has been perfect, just a folk cultivator, and dare to be arrogant and modify the secret recipe?" Daoist Qingyun snorted coldly disdainfully, "Ashin, go and prepare the magic weapon and the altar, don't listen to his nonsense." ”

"But ......"

"Go!"

"Oh......"

"Seven Stars." Ye Xuanfu said suddenly.

"Seven Stars?" Ashin, who was about to leave, was stunned, muttered a few times, and suddenly laughed.

"That's right, Seven Stars! I'm going to go back and try it! Ashin was extremely excited, bowed to Ye Xuanfu, and gave a junior salute.

At this time, in addition to the excitement and pleasure born of Ye Xuanfu's praise, there was also indescribable respect and a trace of worship.

"Nonsense, what's the use of adding seven stars?" Qingyun Dao Chang was disdainful, he didn't even bother to think about it, he flicked his sleeves and turned around to go to the courtyard.

Twelve red coffins are horizontally displayed, even if the sky is blue and white, the viewer has a kind of gloomy and cool feeling, and dare not approach, otherwise it will be like falling into an ice cave, and a cold air will attack, cold and piercing.

Li Xiuyun was afraid and afraid: "I implore the Taoist chief to quickly subdue the demons and eliminate the demons, since these twelve coffins were placed here, I haven't slept well." ”

The village chief was not lying, since the coffin was semi-forcefully demanded to be placed in his yard, he had not slept at home, or stayed at other villagers' homes, or went to the city to stay in a hotel......

"Village Chief, don't worry, it's just twelve immobile walking corpses, and the poor road will let them be annihilated in a snap of your fingers!"

"In this way, you choose a few young and strong ones, and let them carry some peach wood firewood, and surround all the twelve coffins." Qingyun Dao Chang looked down at the twelve coffins and instructed Li Xiuyun.

"Does it have to be a peach?" Li Xiu asked in embarrassment, there are not many peach trees in Lijia Village.

"Apricot wood, pear wood, etc., as long as it is not locust wood, willow wood, cherry wood, go quickly, the poor road should be done before sunset."

On the other side, Qingyun Daoist Dao Tong Ashin was also busy, he first set up a simple altar for his master, put together several tables, spread out a yellow cloth, and then put incense candles, mini Ding furnaces, more than a dozen copper coins and so on on the table.

"Ashin, go to the firing line of the golden wire! Ninety-five days Luo Shi! After arranging the altar, Qingyun Dao Chang shouted, and at the same time stomped his feet violently, his body flipped in the air, and landed right in front of the altar.

Ashin's eyes flashed, his arm trembled, and an ink fountain landed on his palm, and he smeared the stinky black paste from the large bowl on the ink line while holding the ink fountain.

"Nine horizontal and five vertical, the great Venerable Tianluo, immeasurable power......" Ashin muttered as he flicked the ink line on the coffin on the very edge.

At the same time, Qingyun Daoist is also doing the same, wearing an apricot yellow robe, hanging a gossip mirror on his chest, stepping on Yu steps, and dancing a peach wood sword, the scene is similar to what he sees on the film and television screen.

"It turns out that zombie horror movies are real." Gao Yanli watched with relish from the sidelines.

Ye Xuanfu smiled and said: "There are true and false in the movie, but the strength of this Qingyun Daoist is there, and it is estimated that he is also an outstanding disciple in the outer gate of Maoshan Mountain, no wonder he is a little arrogant." ”

"What is he doing?" Gao Yanli asked.

"Keep watching." Ye Xuanfu smiled but did not speak.

The twelve coffins are the same size and shape, but the color is different, and each has its own shade. I don't know if it's a coincidence, the more you go to the coffin in the middle, the more gorgeous the color is, the two sides are dark red, and the middle is bright red.

"The big red one is the brightest one?" Ye Xuanfu looked at it, and suddenly turned his head and asked.

"Yes."

"No, there's a bite that's even more colorful!"

At this time, Ye Xuanfu and Gao Yanli looked at Li Xiuyu together.

Ye Xuanfu's expression moved, and he said, "Could it be that the village chief is talking about the missing thirteenth coffin?" ”

"Exactly!" Li Xiuyun thought that there was another coffin whose whereabouts were unknown, his face was extremely ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "That coffin is the most colorful of the thirteen coffins!" ”

"There really is no worst, only worse!" When Ye Xuanfu heard this, he rubbed his temples and looked like he had a headache.

"By the way, is the coffin empty at this time, why do I think something is not quite right." Ye Xuanfu looked at Ashin, who was playing the coffin one by one, and a flash of lightning flashed in his mind.

Li Xiuyun's face changed drastically, as white as paper, and he said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Ye, do you remember what I told you before, all the coffins buried that day exploded the lid of the coffin, and there was nothing in the coffin, I thought there was nothing ......"

"But...... Tragedy happened...... "Li Xiu's pupils reflected the scene he saw that day, a nightmare that he will never forget in his life," the next day, the coffin that was originally empty was all lying in twelve young people from Lijia Village! All...... All dead! ”

Saying that, Li Xiuyun, who was middle-aged, also cried regardless of the occasion and face. For among the twelve young men who died in the coffin was his son!

"I'll tell you the rest of the part......," Gao Yanli sighed and said, "Village Chief Li felt that he couldn't hide it anymore, and the situation had already exceeded the expectations of the villagers of Lijia Village, so they chose to call the police." ”

"The police are coming?"

"That's right." Gao Yanli nodded, "The police have been tossing for a few days, and there is no way, they have never been able to find the murderer and the killer, and even the murder method is a mystery." ”

"Later, under pressure, in desperation, he invited a very powerful mage in Ningcheng, hoping that the other party could solve this matter, but the mage came, sealed the twelve coffins, and then said that no one should move, whoever moves will die, and moved the coffin to the courtyard of Village Chief Li."

The police asked the mage to solve the incident, which shows that the boss is really helpless and helpless against the supernatural events caused by ghosts and evil spirits.

The mage said that no one should act rashly, and left in a hurry.

"Gone?" Ye Xuanfu was stunned.

"It seems that I bought a plane ticket on the same day, and I don't know what to do, and no one told me." Gao Yanli said.

"Then the boss sent us over to take over this supernatural event, and then you also know, Mingyu and I found you."

Ye Xuanfu nodded, and rearranged the events in his heart, from the second day of February to the third day of March, which spanned more than a month, and filled in all the events, almost understanding the cause and effect.

"There are still a few gaps that need to be explained." Ye Xuanfu rubbed his temples and felt a headache, "It's just a supernatural event, it's good to fight ghosts and catch zombies, why is it so complicated, I have to make some reasoning and suspense." ”

Gao Yanli smiled lightly: "Mr. Ye is still a detective?" ”

"Hey, you think too highly of me, my IQ is not high, at most the level of a normal person is a little higher. It's okay for me to catch ghosts, just reason and solve the case. Ye Xuanfu waved his hand helplessly, "What's more, ......"

He didn't continue, Qingyun Dao Chief's Dharma was almost done, and the twelve coffins were also full of firewood.

"Master, these last few bites are left." Ah Xin's ink line flicked several coffins, and each coffin was like a big black net covering it, with inexplicable power. But the remaining mouthfuls were all brightly colored, and Ashin did not dare to move.

"Ashin, you just have to do it, the poor road will sweep the battle for you, and it will be foolproof!" Qingyun Daoist held the peachwood sword in his hand, and with the other hand, he broke his thumb with a fingernail, and blood flowed out, and he wiped it on the sword, and then the tip of the sword immediately slapped the table and glued the talisman seal prepared in advance.

Seeing that Qingyun Daoist had made some moves, Ashin glanced at the ink fountain in his hand, without the slightest hesitation, and looked at the last few coffins with resolute eyes.

"!"

He took a step forward, his fingers quickly pressed the nail at one end of the ink fountain into the wooden plank, grasped the ink fountain, rolled over the coffin lid, and pinched the stretched ink line with one finger.

Tension ...... Let go!

With a bang, it was like the way of archery, leaving a clear ink mark on the crimson coffin. And this ink mark is the black blood exorcism ointment that has been refined before.

One horizontally and one vertically, Ashin's movements were very agile, and in a few tossing and turning, he moved around the eighth coffin, and once again wrapped the ink thread around the coffin.

"Okay, next!"

The ninth coffin!

Ashin's eyes flashed, practice makes perfect, or repeat the previous action.

"Turning over the mountains and turning the sea and the dragon comes out, the stars are moving and the heavens are coming, I want to ......" Ashin shouted loudly in his mouth, and the ink line in his hand flicked like a bowstring, roaring loudly, making the coffin crackle.

"Soaring Clouds and Fog Immortals Finger ......"

When Ashin turned over the lid of the coffin, there was a muffled bang, and violent movements came out of the coffin.

This time, like a sledgehammer, it suddenly knocked on everyone's hearts!

And the party Ashin was suddenly pushed up by the coffin lid, hurriedly turned around, pressed his hands on the coffin lid, and played the ink fountain in his hand three or four times.

"Master, I'm about to lose it!"

"Rokko Lux, suppress ghosts and suppress demons, hurry up and give orders!"

At this time, Qingyun Dao Chang jumped down from the altar, and the peachwood sword slapped on the coffin lid at once, leaving a talisman on the tip of the sword, which suppressed the coffin.

"Keep playing!" Qingyun Dao Chief instructed, stepped on Yu steps, moved to the tenth coffin, and cast a spell to suppress the things in the coffin.