As soon as Master and I came in, the eyes of those people were full of contempt, a blind man and a little girl of six or seven years old, such a combination of low combat effectiveness.

But I stared at the old man who was half-squatting on the steps and smoking a dry cigarette, not who the old man Miao was.

The thing saw me coming, and spat out a dry cigarette at me.

I was so angry that I gouked out his eyes again, and then whispered to the master.

"Mr. Black." At this time, a Taoist priest stepped forward with a smile and saluted the master: "Yuan Shiping of the Jade Emperor Palace has seen Mr. Hei. ”

Obviously, Master took my hand tightly, and then nodded without saying a word.

The others also rushed forward to say hello, and the staff was so well equipped that it really gave me a lot of knowledge.

Miao Laohan is a descendant of Gu Shu, and Yuan Shiping and another person named Jiang Chaozhong are all promising people of Taoism, and there is a big monk with a red face called Pingcheng, and there is also a Granny Ke holding a black cat, and Uncle Geng, a strong man with black and ugly fingers.

I don't know most of these people, but being invited here proves that they have two brushes anyway.

Yuan Wei saw that everyone had arrived, and directly led us towards the inside.

I led the master and walked slowly inside, but Yuan Shiping looked at me strangely, glancing at him from time to time, I glared at him twice, and then he turned around.

The white lamp in the room, with the sarcophagus in the center, made my head feel like it had exploded.

"Go!" The two fingers of the dust behind me slammed my head.

The pain eased a little, and I hurriedly turned my eyes and didn't dare to look too directly at the sarcophagus. In the corner of one side are a dozen flat beds, covered with white cloths.

Judging from the shape, there must be a corpse, the old man Miao smiled strangely at me, a mouthful of dry smoke blew over, and those white cloths fell lightly to the side as if they were held up by something.

Looking at the corpse on the bed, no matter which family or faction was busy chanting and mantras, even Miao Laohan took a few puffs of dry tobacco.

The corpse on it can no longer be called a normal person's corpse, some places have exposed gray-white bones, and where there is flesh, there are yellow-white pus, soaking and swelling, and the markings of the eyeballs can still be seen on the slightly better skin.

But I looked intently and looked at it, but I found that the three flame lamps on these people were still there, and there was obviously no phenomenon of yin spirits coming out, which means that these people were still alive, or their souls could still feel pain!

"Amitabha!" Jingchen recited a Buddha name heavily, and his face was full of compassion.

I looked around, but found that the others had no extra expressions, and my heart suddenly became extremely unbearable.

The body is dead, but the soul body is still suffering from that kind of inhuman torture, and it is difficult to continue like this, even if it does not become a ghost.

I pulled Master to lower his head and whispered in his ear, but Master's face sank visibly and turned his head to face the pure dust.

"Dust Purifying Mage, can I draw out the soul body inside first? The body is dead, and the soul has returned to the underworld, right? I whispered to Jingchen.

But as soon as my voice fell, not only the dust, but everyone in the room looked at each other, looking at my face was not good, only Miao Laohan took out a small paper figure from his arms and blew a breath of dry smoke.

"Little benefactor, are you saying that the soul body is still in the body?" Jingchen's face also changed, and he looked at me anxiously.

When I saw everyone's expressions, I secretly said in my heart that this physical function is broken, and it stands to reason that they can see it?

But now that I've spoken, I just nodded heavily.

"How is this possible, the body is dead, the soul has no place to hide, it has long been out of the body, how can it still be in the body." The first to speak was the Granny Ke who was holding the black cat, and her voice was as sharp and pleasant as the cat in her arms, which made people very uncomfortable to listen to.

As soon as her voice fell, those people who took out the compass and pulled the potion all looked at the corpses.

Miao Laohan's paper figure grew up as soon as he encountered drought and smoke, and when he landed, he walked mechanically towards the nearest corpse, and his whole face was almost lying on the corpse, as if after taking a heavy breath, a cloud of black gas was sucked back from the corpse.

And on the face of the paper man, there was a thin insect with golden light, trying to twist his body to pull the black gas to Miao Laohan's side.

The black scream couldn't stop screaming, but there was no resentment, but he didn't want to leave his body.

Even when I think of the piles of corpses and bones on the construction site, they are also unformed yin spirits, but I obviously look at them as formed soul bodies, why do they become yin spirits as soon as they leave the body?

Miao Laohan showed his hand, and the others were not lagging behind, showing their skills, Yuan Shiping's peachwood sword was introduced, but Jiang Chaozhong took out a small spirit flag, and Granny Ke's black cat body jumped onto the corpse as soon as it bent, only the strong man Uncle Geng was motionless.

Sure enough, there was a formless yin spirit on each corpse, screaming as soon as it left the body.

Every time they screamed, my heart tightened, as if they were necessarily connected to me.

I hurriedly asked the Dust Purifier to overtake these people, and my head began to hurt again.

Yuan Wei was also frightened by this scene, and hurriedly asked people to carry these corpses out and burn them, so as not to make any more demons.

As soon as the yin spirit was extinguished, a distant sigh seemed to sound in my head, and then my waist slid violently.

The damned Yin Dragon slipped out of my waist and scurried its scales towards the coffin.

I hurriedly took three steps and two steps to pull it back, and as soon as I lifted my foot, a golden thread crossed in front of me.

Miao Laohan's thin golden little insect stopped on the head of the Yin Dragon, spreading its wings and sneering.

Yin Long seemed to have some scruples, and slipped back in a hurry. The skinny little golden worm was also happy to take a ride, and followed the yin dragon to my waist.

I'll go!

Hurriedly dodged behind the Pure Dust Mage, although I haven't seen that thin golden bug, I have heard of it, this is the golden silkworm Gu in the Miao family's Gu, the king of the hundred Gus, if I am taken by this goods, I don't know if I can smoke for a few minutes or a few seconds.

But the Yin Dragon didn't care about the dust at all, and as soon as the snake's body turned, the white light generally went directly around my neck.

The thin golden worm seemed to feel that I was useless, and it was still proudly spreading its wings between the two black circles above the head of the Yin Dragon.

But as soon as the Yin Dragon Snake hissed, the thing softly took away its wings and honestly lay on the head of the Yin Dragon.

Only then did I realize that everyone's eyes were on me again, to be precise, the Yin Dragon and the Golden Silkworm Gu on my body.

Master pulled me aside and asked Yuan Wei to talk about things directly.

In fact, Yuan Wei invited us for two purposes, one is to remove the eyeballs from the armed police and himself, and the other is the sarcophagus.

I didn't even dare to look directly at the sarcophagus, just one look at it made me have a splitting headache, as if something was going to run out of it.

But these people invited by Yuan Wei didn't seem to be very willing, except for the clean dust, and even Miao Laohan took the paper figure back.

Jingchen had no choice but to smile at everyone, took out a small Buddha figure from his arms, and slowly walked towards the sarcophagus.

I also hurriedly pulled Master forward, and every time I took a step forward, my head hurt for three points, and by the time I reached the point where I could see the lines on the sarcophagus, I was already full of men, and my palms were wet.

Panting heavily, I wanted to carefully examine the patterns on it, but I saw a soft chanting sound in my ears, which shook my mind.

Master was plucking the beads around my neck while reciting the mantra of purifying my heart.

Tightening Master's hand, I forcibly endured the pain and looked at the sarcophagus, the blood and soil on it had been completely cleared, all kinds of different eyeballs were carved on it, and the edges of the coffin were carved with hands of various lengths, fat or thin, stretched or stretched or held.

Such a strange carving made my scalp numb.

Jingchen still lit incense in Ding, and recited the Buddhist mantra loudly, and the monk Pingcheng also sang loudly.

The soul incense made my headache relieve a little, and I hurriedly took out all the guys who could use it from my bag, and kept a copy for myself and a copy for Master.

Before the mantra of Jingchen stopped, Uncle Geng, who had never made a move, took off his shirt and walked towards the sarcophagus shirtless.

Only then did I realize that Uncle Geng had a white-haired corpse tattooed on his chest, and his teeth and claws occupied his entire chest.

From his appearance, I can also guess that he is the descendant of Xiangxi's corpse lineage, but this is too different from the legend, and he wants to open the coffin with his hands.

I quietly watched him approach the coffin, and there were still bursts of calls in my head, not hurried or slow, soft and gentle, irresistible.

As soon as Uncle Geng approached the coffin, I felt my heart tear violently, and my eyes and head opened and ached.

Master clasped his hands around my wrists, tapped his four fingers, and tapped the back of my head with his other hand in a strange rhythm, so that after a full two minutes, I felt a little better.

On the other side, Uncle Geng had already pulled out his belt, which was a long belt that had been washed gray and had a dull yellow color.

I only heard him stretch out his hands, and his belt flew violently, and the "ding" sound went around the outer coffin lid of the sarcophagus.

It turned out that there were two small steel hooks at each end of his belt, and the hook claws were probably specially made, and if you didn't look at them deliberately, you could hardly see the tips of the claws.

Uncle Geng roared, his hands bulged violently, and the sarcophagus was followed by the sound of tooth lines turning.

Everyone who was watching from the sidelines with cold eyes suddenly moved.

Miao Laohan smoked dry tobacco quickly and hard, and the whole room was choked with the smell of dry tobacco; Granny Ke's hand was stroking the black cat all the time, but I obviously felt that the momentum on the black cat was getting bigger and bigger, and the two cat's eyes were shining like a 100-watt green light bulb.

At this time, it was the people of the two families of Buddhism and Taoism, and they were all stable. Of course, although Master and I didn't make any moves, we didn't belong to the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, but it was estimated that it would not be our turn to make a move, and we were just here to satisfy my curiosity.

Uncle Geng opened his arms, and the lid of the sarcophagus that was at least several hundred catties moved slowly like this, and I stared at the sarcophagus.

"Ahh Uncle Geng roared violently, and the green tendons in his hands burst out and pulled behind him, and then the whole room suddenly went dark.