The coffin in this hall is actually made of the most precious Nanmu, lined with white silk, the appearance is very peculiar, the front end is large, the back end is small, it is in the shape of a ladder, the bevel of each board used is leaning, and each part of the shape should also reflect the bevel of the front and the back.

On both sides of the coffin, with the oil paint mixed with blood, two golden dragons are chasing and teasing the jewels, and the three big characters of "Anle Palace" are written on the top, and countless golden runes are outlined in the blank space.

However, all of this could not stop the chill in our hearts, for in the first coffin of the third row lay a man I would never have imagined—a slightly green face, with a little fluff on his mouth, strong limbs, disheveled hair, and several terrible notches in his neck, and of course, under the evaporation of the water vapor, the liquid penetrated, and the wound was already a death-like gray.

In the huge morgue, corpses were very common, and what mattered was his identity, and I was surprised because this man had been killed by my own hands.

To be precise, I was bitten to death by bite.

That's right, lying in the coffin is the young man who was killed by me on the top of the First International Building a year ago, this man who forced me to live in complete seclusion and closed the prosperous Mao Jin Office is simply a destroyer, without discipline and no bottom line, and the final result is of course destruction, but at this moment, his body appeared on the main peak of the main altar of the Evil Spirit Sect.

I looked at the lifeless body, turned my head with difficulty, and looked towards the hairy path. At the beginning, after I fell into a coma, it was the Religious Affairs Bureau that dealt with the scene, and the senior brother was also present at that time, and after the death of Qing Yanzi, the body has always been handled by the Religious Affairs Bureau, out of trust, I didn't ask too much, but at this moment, it appeared here, what it means, I really can't imagine.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao was also shocked, that time he was left in Maoshan by Tao Jinhong and did not participate in the battle, but this does not mean that he doesn't know anything, on the contrary, he hurried over afterwards, helped deal with the aftermath, and had a comprehensive understanding of the process of the matter, but he didn't expect that after the most complicated thing, something went wrong on the corpse.

Wang Yongfa didn't notice the abnormality between me and the miscellaneous hairy path, but was busy showing off to us next to him: "This Heroic Spirit Morgue is a very important place in the Valley of Death, and every month, a part of the corpses stored at the bottom of the valley will be transported up, placed here in a medicinal bath, and then wait for the divine grace to wash away. Every deceased person in this is a very powerful cultivator in his lifetime, and after refining the secret method, he may become a powerful booster for the main altar, or a corpse pill, or a zombie and a living dead, and some can even be brought back to life and become an excellent parasitic furnace ......"

Wang Yongfa is from a corpse refining family, and has a lot of experience in how to concoct corpses, and he talked to us endlessly, and said that he may become very powerful in the future.

After all these years of training, although this teenager has shown maturity beyond his peers, he is still a child after all, and he also has the problem that young people like to show off, of course, this may also be a show of favor to us, after all, there are too few people he knows in the general altar, and it is his instinctive reaction to grasp every life-saving straw as much as possible.

We stayed in front of the young man for too long, which still aroused his doubts, and he tiptoed to look at the dead man inside, and he turned his head and asked if we knew this person?

Miscellaneous Xiaodao smiled and said no, just curious about how this guy's neck was only half left.

Wang Yongfa laughed, and said that he had heard someone say in the morning that this corpse could be said to be the most valued property in Death Valley, and even the little Buddha was very concerned about it—it was said to be a powerful cultivator with unlimited potential during his lifetime, as for what he died for, he didn't know, it was estimated that he was bitten by a wolf. Miscellaneous Xiaodao laughed and said that there are still wolves now, there are a lot of people.

Wang Yongfa lowered his head and studied it, and couldn't help but gasp, saying yes, looking at this wound, it really looks like a human bite.

The two of them were happily discussing, while I felt a wave of discomfort in my stomach, and the steamed buns of human blood that had not been vomited just now seemed to be tumbling in my stomach again. In order to divert my attention, I shifted my attention to the Nanmu coffin, and found that among the runes all over the place, it looked faintly familiar, and it seemed to be related to the Wuxian rune inherited by Gu Yelang.

I was waiting to take a closer look, when a voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard, Wang Yongfa, who was full of smiles, was suddenly shocked, his face showed a look of horror, he grabbed the hand of the miscellaneous hairy path, and said uneasily: "Why did they come back so soon, it's not good, if they let them see the two of you, my job will be lost, hide quickly!" ”

Wang Yongfa pushed us to a door at the end of the left side of the hall and told us not to come out. As soon as he finished explaining, he knocked on the door outside and shouted, saying that the new kid was doing, why didn't he see anyone, was he lazy?

"It's coming, it's coming!" Wang Yongfa answered loudly, and then ran out of the city to greet him, and after a while, two stout men walked in, reprimanded the young man, and then urged him to go to the west to eat, to be fast, not to be slow. Wang Yongfa had just been assigned, and he didn't dare to say much, he glanced at us uneasily, and was scolded by pointing his nose, so he had no choice but to leave with trepidation.

The two men were roaming the morgue, while Miscellaneous Trail and I hid behind the door on the left, the place was dark, windowless, and dimly lit, but when I looked around, I saw that it looked small from the outside, but the space was large, and there were rows and rows of wooden shelves, and on top of these shelves were dense urns.

These urns are made of rough clay pots, each of which is shrouded in shadows, revealing an eerie chill.

Hardly discerning, I could feel that in each of these clay pots there was an evil spirit that howled in pain, sealed inside.

Wang Yongfa just arrived, and he didn't understand anything, but he didn't expect to push us into a real haunted house.

At a cursory glance, there are thousands of urns in the room behind this door, and there are thousands of evil ghosts in it, if it really triggers it, even a strong person like me and Miscellaneous Xiaodao, without the assistance of the exorcism talisman, will be consumed alive by the dead soul.

The Evil Spirit Sect has a strong heritage, which may not be nothing, far less shocking than the Netherworld Bone Dragon in front of the mountain gate, but for me and the miscellaneous hairy trail who have no long things, there are still many threats after all, so after looking at the bottom of the exit, we can only stay in the darkest place in the corner of the wall, dissolve ourselves in the environment, and do not alarm anything.

Fortunately, it was a dark afternoon, and the sun-hating spirits would never appear unless they were threatened by a strong force, and they didn't bother us too much. The two men outside were obviously not diligent people, and after patrolling the morgue for a while, they didn't have the heart to do anything else, and the two of them sat down and chatted nonsense together.

They were talking about topics that were not nutritious, but after a while, a younger voice suddenly said: "The little Buddha has been in the abyss behind the peak for nearly twenty years, and he has never asked much about those outsiders, this time he suddenly summoned everyone back, could it be that he has enough confidence to summon that guy?" ”

His companion took a deep breath and said in disbelief, "No, is it true?" If that's the case, then what do we do? ”

"What to do? I heard that last month, the left and right protectors had a big quarrel with the hall master of the Buddha Hall, and the trouble was very fierce, and as a result, the cousin of the right envoy died in the purple bamboo forest yesterday, buried alive, and the atmosphere was very solemn. It looks like there's going to be a big upheaval at the top this time......"

"Turmoil is turmoil, anyway, it has nothing to do with those of us who guard the corpses in that damp and cold valley all day long. Ha, it's nice to have sunny days, but it's a pity that there is only one month a year, and the rest of the time you have to nest in that dark cave, and your eggs are pus. Look at that kid just now, he was excited all morning, if he knew what he would be like in the future, would he still be able to laugh? ”

The hoarse man's tone was full of dissatisfaction and schadenfreude, but their cultivation only belonged to the middle and lower echelons in the main altar of the Evil Spirit Sect, and it was really difficult for them to have the potential to improve, so no one would care about this resentment.

I heard them talk about the rumors of the high-level of the Evil Spirit Sect, although these secrets and gossip may be as far away as 108,000 miles away from the most real situation, but the information we have obtained from the top level of the Evil Spirit Sect is too limited, so it is always good to know a little more. But as I put my ear to the wall and tried to listen more closely, the two guys began to complain about the darkness of life beneath the ravine, and cursed some damned creatures incessantly.

I was dejected, but just then, Misty Trail suddenly tugged at the corner of my coat and pointed to the corner.

I looked in the direction he was pointing, only to see a black mass creeping out of a small hole. The creature was fat, like a lazy cat, and it struggled to climb up to the shelf where the urn was kept, and danced the ballet on the oil-paper seal, sometimes sniffing, sometimes cautiously looking at the door.

My ability to see things in the dark was limited, and I couldn't see far, but when this thing actually came into view, I saw its fat body and shiny golden fur, and my whole heart jumped wildly.

Damn, isn't this the dragon like the golden rat of Little Buddha?