"Grandma, when did this water ghost get there? No matter, run first. "Grandpa Tai's heart is anxious, where can he care about anything, and he is bent on escaping from this ghost thing.

But it was like stepping on cotton, and the originally tight ground had a tendency to soften, and then it should have turned into a puddle of muddy water, and there was no chance to escape at that time. When Grandpa Tai thought of this, he only felt that the light of the only red lantern had also dimmed, as if it was a sign that his life was coming to an end. Thinking of this, my grandfather was even more reluctant to sit still, thinking about what to do.

But the more crisis it is, the more Grandpa's mind is like a mess, and he can't think of any ideas for a while. Grandpa was in chaos here, but there was not so much time for him to think about it, the ground was originally soft and collapsed, but at this time there was already a swamp-like feeling, plus the water ghost was pulling at his feet, Grandpa Tai only felt that his body was sinking down suddenly.

"It's over, I'm afraid I'm going to be the substitute for this water ghost, I don't want it." Grandpa wailed and pushed forward, trying to pull his feet out of the water ghost. Helplessly, the legs of the water ghost seemed to be filled with a thousand pounds of lead, and he stood still waiting for death.

"Help." At this time, Grandpa Tai was already desperate, and he even felt that the yellow sand water was over his head, burrowing into his nose and finally blocking his last trace of life.

It's strange to say, just like that, there was a warm current from the gold-inlaid black knife on his waist, as if he was communicating with his grandfather.

Every time my grandfather talks about this, I always pout, how can there be such a psychic thing in the world, and how can it fall into the hands of my grandfather so easily. But my grandfather always said it well, and he often said that this thing was destined in the dark, maybe this thing was born for my grandfather. I can't talk about my grandfather, I just rolled my eyes, saying that I don't believe it, but I often have to eat a few brains.

To get back to the point, as soon as this gold-inlaid black knife became hot, an idea instantly popped up in Grandpa Tai's mind, why not try the gold-inlaid black knife. This is between the lightning and flint, where to accommodate how much grandpa hesitates, drawing a knife is a slash.

"Ahh But the water ghost seemed to be unwilling, and still grabbed Grandpa's ankle.

"Grandma's, useful, come again." Grandpa Tai's heart was overjoyed, and his backhand was another knife.

"Ahh

Who knew that my grandfather was careless, and as soon as the power under his feet broke free, he couldn't grasp it and planted it to the side. It's okay not to plant it, but with such a stumbling position, my grandfather leaned on the door, trying to stabilize his body. Who knew that the door was actually hidden, and Grandpa Tai only felt that his body sank, and slammed into the room with a red lantern on the side.

As soon as he entered the room of the red lantern, Grandpa Tai's heart sank, and he secretly scolded him for not being good.

"Fortunately, there is that gold-inlaid black knife, this thing is afraid that it is a treasure, and you won't worry about it." Grandpa Tai's heart was a little more stable when he thought of the gold-inlaid black knife, and he was smashed to pieces, and instinctively touched his waist but found that there was only an empty scabbard.

"Where's the knife?" Grandpa patted his head, and then remembered that when he fell in just now, the gold-inlaid black knife had already fallen into this room. This gold-inlaid black knife is a life-saving straw for my grandfather at this time, as soon as the knife leaves, my grandfather's heart suddenly rises to his throat, for fear that this gold-inlaid black knife will be lost, otherwise nine lives are not enough to die.

Thankfully, although the gold-inlaid black knife fell from Grandpa's hand, it was quickly discovered by Grandpa Tai. In the red light, the gold-encrusted black knife lay quietly under a cabinet by the wall, revealing only a piece of the hilt.

"It's okay, it's okay, this gold-inlaid black knife fell in the room." Grandpa patted his chest, afraid that the gold-inlaid black knife would fall outside the door. I'm afraid that I will go out of this room, and I don't know where I went, let alone where to find this gold-inlaid black knife.

Seeing the gold-inlaid black knife, Grandpa Tai's heart was overjoyed, and he raised his leg to pick up the knife, but suddenly stopped.

"There's something wrong in this room." Grandpa muttered, not daring to take another step, because the layout of this room seemed extremely strange.

"Burial Master, it seems that every room in this immortal city is not the same?" Grandpa Tai has been tortured enough by this immortal city, and he doesn't dare to act rashly anymore, and the gold-inlaid black knife is right in front of him, are you afraid that it will not be able to escape?

When Grandpa Tai thought of this, he didn't get in a hurry, and thought in his heart that he would take a look at this room first, and if there was nothing abnormal, he would go and retrieve the gold-inlaid black knife.

Speaking of which, if this immortal city is calculated, it seems to be inferior to the Forbidden City, if it is only a thousand people, I am afraid that it will not be able to build such a huge project, right? Could this immortal city have been conjured out of thin air by the Burial Sea Master? When Grandpa Tai thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh, how could there be such a thing in this world.

As soon as he thought of this, Grandpa Tai recalled the feeling of standing in this immortal city, like an ant placed in a maze with no edge in sight, and he was afraid that he would not be able to get out of this maze for the rest of his life. When this thought came out of his life, my grandfather only felt frustrated, and he didn't even want to struggle anymore.

"Forget it, it's useless to struggle anyway, it's better to wait for death." The desperate grandfather was lying on the floor of the room, so tired that he didn't want to struggle anymore.

Maybe he was too tired or too desperate, but Grandpa looked at the red lantern above his head and felt that his eyelids were very heavy.

"Six thousand, leave a thousand to guard the tomb." It was the burial master called the burial heaven who was talking, but Grandpa Tai still felt that his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them, and he could only see a vague light.

After saying this, Futian fell into a permanent dead silence, and no one discussed it or spoke.

"Why, no one wants to guard my grave?" It's the voice of the beautiful man, it's so charming that you won't forget it as long as you listen to it once.

"Ninth Master, you won't die, we're here to seek..." Someone finally spoke, but Grandpa Tai couldn't see the appearance of that person, and he was interrupted by Futian before he even finished listening to the second half of the sentence.

"Shut up, do you have any opinions on the decision of the ninth master." The cold words of the funeral day echoed in the sky.

"No, we will listen to the Ninth Master." This time it was a mighty mountain and a tsunami, and the neat response shook the nine skies.

"Okay, bury the heavens, you just command. Smoke, come with me. This time it was the voice of the Ninth Master, and there was a hint of tiredness in that voice, as if he was tired of this world.

"Smoke? Li Yan! "Grandpa was a spirit, and suddenly woke up from his dream.