My whole body was almost pressed against the stone wall, and I couldn't find the door.

At this moment, a thought kept popping up in my mind: Could it be ...... Huo Kui is the yin walker who does things for ghosts? Just to trick me into coming in and let the owner of the tomb kill me?

It's impossible, she's obviously alive, so there's no problem.

By this time, the owner of the tomb had already sat up from the coffin.

I'm too late to hide with the Martyrs now.

As soon as the owner of the tomb turned his head, he would see me squatting abruptly.

I don't even have to turn my head, I'm so close to him now, I can't run away as long as he sniffs it.

At the critical moment, I risked my life to pick up a broken tile, threw it casually, and threw it into the distance.

The broken tiles smashed right on a white bone, and the white bone was suddenly smashed and scattered, making a loud noise.

[In view of the general environment,

The tomb owner made a gurgling sound in his throat, and he opened his mouth suddenly, and a wisp of black gas flew towards him.

Everywhere the black qi went, whether it was soul or corpse qi, it was all destroyed.

This black aura is a soul of the tomb owner, and it is clearly looking for me.

And I took advantage of this time to immediately grab a handful of dust and intend to wipe it on my face.

The dust has soaked the corpse of the tomb owner, but I hope it can cover my scent and get through the tricks.

As a result, when I wiped the dust on my face, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

This...... What kind of dust is this, isn't this incense ash?

Behind the coffin of the tomb owner, how can there be incense ashes?

I took a closer look and saw that there was indeed a pinch of incense ash beside me.

No, along the root of the wall, far or near, there were seven pinches of incense ash. Even a pinch of incense ash was still warm, apparently just burned out.

When I looked at the distribution of the incense ash, I suddenly sighed: This is a painting for a prison.

Painting the ground as a prison is a method that the ghost doctor will use as a last resort.

When the ghost doctor is in danger and is chased by evil spirits and can no longer get out, he will light seven incense offerings on the ground according to the direction handed down by the ancestors.

After the incense was lit, he isolated himself from the evil spirits. Enter a small space.

The evil can't see the ghost doctor, and the ghost doctor can't see the outside world.

The evil spirits wander outside for a while, find nothing, and often leave. But Zhu You ghost doctor, but there is no way to come out by himself.

Since this is a prison cell, the prisoner cannot leave on his own, and must need the assistance of outside Taoist friends to return to the world.

However, when the incense was burned out and turned into a mass of incense ashes, as long as it was blown by the wind, the people outside no longer knew where the incense had been inserted, and they could not find the ghost doctor Zhu You who was imprisoned in the cell.

So...... Painting the ground as a prison is not so much self-help as suicide.

This method can only ensure that you are not captured alive by evil spirits.

In that small space, without water and food, even a ghost doctor would not live long.

It seems that someone once painted the ground here as a dungeon?

It can't be Huo Aoi's teammate, right?

I took out the incense I had brought with me and inserted the lit incense on top of it according to the position of the ashes.

When I looked up again, I saw a stone door appear in the wall.

The door of the ear chamber.

Draw the ground as a prison, I can already see the cell.

At the same time, the black gas also spotted me and rushed towards me.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I pushed hard and pushed the stone door open.

The moment I entered the chamber, I felt a stir in my heart: "Oh no, once I go in, won't I also put myself in a cell?"

I gritted my teeth and kicked one of the incense sticks away with a lift of my foot.

The game of drawing the ground as a dungeon was broken by me, and then

I closed the door to the ear chamber.

Boom, boom......

The black gas outside was pounding against the stone door.

The stone door won't last long, and I estimate that it will be knocked open in thirty seconds at most.

I pressed my back against the stone door, pressed my strength against it, and looked at the ear chambers.

I saw a man and a woman, dressed in tights like fireworks, staring nervously at me with blades in their hands.

The two men were equally wounded, and they were much more severely injured than the fire sunflower.

I shouted anxiously, "Watching the excitement? Come and help."

The two men hesitated for a moment, limped in, and pressed their bodies against the stone door.

I took out a piece of yellow paper from my body, quickly brushed a layer of cinnabar, and stuck it along the crack of the door.

The impact outside suddenly became much weaker.

But I know that this is not a long-term solution, and a piece of yellow paper will not last long.

The two men were still looking at me warily.

I gasped, "I'm a friend of Huo Kui, and I'm here to save you."

The two men were amazed and delighted.

The man hugged his fist at me, "Old cat."

The woman smiled reluctantly, "Skylark."

I hummed, took out three pieces of yellow paper from my body, and divided two of them: "It's too late to explain, write your birthday."

The old cat and the lark glanced at each other, probably planning to take a gamble and choose to believe me.

They wrote down the eight characters separately.

At the same time, I also wrote my birthday.

I folded all three pieces of yellow paper into paper figures and used them as our stand-ins.

Since I studied ghost medicine with my grandfather, my hands have never been so fast.

After the three paper figures were folded, I threw them in the corner and arranged a drawing around the three paper figures as a prison station.

It's just that I didn't light the last incense stick.

The old cat and the lark looked at me with a puzzled look on their faces and asked, "What are you ......?"

Before the words fell, the yellow paper pasted on the door burst out and burned.

I said anxiously, "That thing is coming in, hold your breath."

Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the stone door was knocked away, and the force was so great that it was directly embedded into the opposite wall.

Then the black cyclone came in.

The three of us held our breath, and naturally, the whirlwind rushed in front of the three paper figures.

Taking advantage of this time, I quickly lit the seventh incense stick.

Draw the ground for the prison game, and it's done!

Black Qi is trapped in prison.

I breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the floor exhausted, only to find that I was already sweating profusely and soaking wet.

The old cat came over and gave me a thumbs up: "It's so beautiful, Daoyou is a blessing, right?" For the first time, I found out that Zhu Yushu can still be used in this way. Painting the ground as a prison can not only trap yourself, but also others."

I waved my hand and said breathlessly, "What was trapped just now was just a wisp of the tomb owner's soul."

"Before he releases the second ray of soul to catch us, let's go."

The old cat and the lark helped me up left and right, and the three of us limped and fled to the cave.

As I passed by the coffin, I took a miraculous glance inside.

I saw the owner of the tomb lying in it with his eyes open.

Coincidentally, the two of us made eye contact. And the corners of the tomb owner's mouth showed a sneer.

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