I didn't bend down and looked back from under my crotch.

Instead, he bit his middle finger and squeezed out the blood and wiped it on his forehead.

The middle finger is connected to the heart, and the blood that flows out is also called heart blood.

This kind of blood yang energy is very strong, and rubbing it on the forehead can raise the life fire and expel evil spirits.

I was also brought out by Zhang Sanfen himself, if I can't even get out of this mass grave, isn't it a fool?

The fire of life increases, and the surrounding demons retreat.

It stands to reason that even if there is any trick, I have to break it.

But when I looked around, there was still a thick fog all around, and there were a mess of tombs and coffin boards everywhere.

It doesn't seem like what I'm encountering is a ghost hitting the wall at all.

Could it be that this is really a cemetery with a huge scope?

I thought about it for a moment.

It is said that the land of the dead in the Mobei region spans hundreds of kilometers from east to west, and there are also seventy or eighty kilometers from north to south.

Yu Bushun, the big man in the northwest of Jin, made a fortune over there and made a fortune.

Of course, the Land of the Dead is an example and cannot be generalized.

However, the Valley of Ten Thousand Corpses in Xiangxi and the Corpse Mountain Tomb Forest in southern Yunnan often occupy one mountain after another, with a huge area.

But where the hell is this?

I thought about it, but I gritted my teeth and kept going.

You must know that the group of wanted criminals behind you are not good at it, and they may be chasing after them behind their backs.

If I fall into their hands, they will definitely use it as a bargaining chip to threaten the boss.

This cannot be done.

While I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a tinkling sound coming from the front, and I looked up to see a faint yellow glow.

I wasn't surprised, but cautious.

If something is abnormal, there must be a demon.

In the middle of the night, who will knock stones in this graveyard?

Maybe it's some kind of demon waiting for me in front of me.

I wanted to take a detour, but hesitated.

I have been walking here for so long, and I have never been able to get out of this mass grave, and the souls behind me are chasing me.

If this continues, you may lose your life in a daze.

Seeing that I am tired and hungry, I am afraid that I will not be able to support it for long, so it is better to fight than to be cornered.

It doesn't matter what he is, the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road!

This is a phrase that my boss often tells me.

He said that the exorcist profession is different from ordinary industries, you have to fight, you have to fight.

Otherwise, if there is a slight mistake, it is not something that can be solved by losing a job or losing money, and it will cost you your life.

And from ancient times to the present, the only way not to lose your life is to dare to fight hard.

When necessary, fight it!

I think it's time for me to fight hard.

I made up my mind, and my courage suddenly rose.

What the hell is it, the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, just do it!

I saw that I was bold and walked forward, and in a short time I saw a dim yellow light.

The light was placed on top of a tombstone, and the surroundings were dimly lit.

And under the tombstone, a hunched figure is constantly beating with a hammer and chisel.

It's like carving on it.

Probably hearing my footsteps, the figure paused slightly, then turned around slowly.

I thought I would see an extremely horrible face, such as only half a head, or no facial features or something.

I didn't expect this to be a very normal old man.

His hair is gray, his face is wrinkled, and his eyes are bright, not at all like the eyes of an old man.

The two of us looked at each other, neither of us spoke, and the atmosphere turned out to be a little weird.

After a while, the old man said, "Exorcist? ”

He looked at the blood stained on my forehead, shook his head again, and said, "What are you doing here to be so weak?" ”

I was stunned when I heard the old man speak, and when I looked closely, I found that the old man's shadow was blurry in the dim light.

Is this a living person?

Also, this place is called Mass Grave Mountain?

Seeing that I didn't say a word, the old man snorted: "Running around here in the middle of the night, looking for death, isn't it?" ”

"It's your luck to meet me, stay here and don't move, come with me for a while!"

After saying that, he ignored me, but took the hammer and chisel to himself, and continued to carve on the tombstone.

I glanced at the tombstone and saw that the handwriting on it was square, and the marks were very new, presumably freshly carved.

But I'm really weird.

In the graveyard of the barren mountains and mountains, how could such a strange old man appear?

I tentatively asked, "Are you always alive or dead?" ”

The old man said casually, "Of course it's a living person." ”

I saw him admit it to himself, and I looked left and right, and I really couldn't see anything wrong with him.

It's supposed to be a living person.

But the living people who can appear in this place, it is definitely not easy to think about it with their butts.

I whispered, "What do you call the old man?" ”

The old man glanced back at me and said coldly, "Saying your real name in the Mass Grave Mountain, I just think that I didn't die fast enough?" ”

"I don't care where you're from, don't talk nonsense, don't move, don't make a fuss if you don't want to die anyway."

After saying that, the hammer in his hand slammed into the chisel, but when the fire burst out, the words on the tombstone were carved.

I looked closely, and I couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

Because the tombstone is not carved with an epitaph, nor a name, but a series of scriptures.

After a few glances, I recognized that this was the Buddha's rebirth mantra, which was used by supernatural evil spirits.

A person who can carve a mantra of the past is definitely not a dirty thing.

It was only at this time that I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and even my tone became much more polite.

"Old man, I stumbled into this place by accident and wanted to get out, but I kept wandering in it. Please also ask the old man to help me on how to get out of here. ”

The old man put the chisel and hammer in a tattered denim bag and placed it on his shoulder.

He said lightly: "The Mass Grave Mountain is more than 30 kilometers in circumference, among which the tombs are messy, and there is no straight road, the black lights are blind, you can go out to call it strange!" ”

"Look at your clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, your body is righteous and awe-inspiring, and you don't look like some treacherous and evil person."

"If you want to survive, follow me and take you out when the old man finishes his work."

He stood up, picked up the yellow lantern on the tombstone, and continued to walk forward.

After only two steps, I saw a tattered tombstone that had been half-buried in the soil, and the tombstone was covered with moss marks after the wind and rain, and the surface was also pitted and tattered.

He took out a shovel from his tattered denim bag, carefully shoveled off the moss from the tombstone, and took out a military kettle, poured it on a rag and carefully wiped it.

After a while, half of the tombstone was wiped clean by him.

Then he lifted it hard, and the heavy tombstone was suddenly erected by one of his hands.

I was dumbfounded, this old man has so much strength!

Although only half of this tombstone is left, it is still one meter five or six meters high, seventy or eighty centimeters wide, and thirty centimeters thick. Just the weight, I'm afraid the two young men can't lift it.

But the old man pulled it up with one hand, and the tombstone was embedded in the ground, and even the earth was pulled out.

This strength is comparable to a crane, isn't it?