After determining the approximate location of Dixian Village, Professor Sun and the others were in high spirits, and as long as they crossed this dark river, they might be able to see the Dixian Village in their hearts.

But how to cross this dark river made a few people difficult, and later Wang Fatzi proposed that there were many coffins to accompany the burial here, so it was better to take a few as boats.

Wang Fatzi rummaged through and found that these coffins had long since decayed because of their age, and they could not be used as ship boards at all.

Hu Bayi didn't give up, and searched for it on the corpse mountain, but he really found several red coffins painted with vermilion lacquer and gold.

Professor Sun stepped forward and looked a little strange: "The style of these coffins is the coffin of the Ming Dynasty." ”

These coffins are wrapped with iron cables, the coffins are decorated with secret shells, and depict a god born with a steel halberd, with a half-bloody demon in his mouth, and he bites like eating roast chicken, which looks very bloody and cruel.

Professor Sun looked unbearable: "This is a picture of Zhong Kui eating ghosts, painted outside the coffin, which means suppressing the evil ghosts inside, it seems that the people in the coffin died extremely tragically, and even were martyred alive." ”

Hu Ba nodded: "Feng Shigu occupied the tomb of the Black Sheep King, and it seems that he has gone crazy in order to become an immortal." ”

Several people were bold and not afraid, so they tied several coffins together to make a simple raft, and stood on them one after another, walking along the slightly inclined tomb road.

Song Xing's ability to transform the travel environment once again illuminates this dim underground as if it were day.

It can be clearly seen that different murals are painted on the stone walls on both sides of the tomb.

Just when a few people were still looking at the murals, Wang Fatzi heard the sound of a woman singing beside him, and couldn't help but say: "Staff Officer Yang, when is this, and you are still in the mood to sing." ”

Then the singing stopped, and Shirley Young's voice was heard: "I didn't sing." ”

Wang Fatzi smiled: "You are the only woman in the team, you don't sing, could it be that you are singing nonsense?" ”

When he turned his head, he saw Shirley Yang's serious expression, "You really didn't sing?" ”

My heart suddenly flisted.

At this moment, bursts of poignant female voices sounded again on the empty river, and the tune was extremely weird, making people's hairs stand on end.

This time, Wang Fatzi heard it more clearly, and his voice changed a little: "Song Song Ye, why do I hear this voice as if it came from under my feet?" ”

The place where he was standing now was on top of a few big red coffins.

Song Xing looked at him and nodded: "I sound like it." ”

Wang Fatzi swallowed his saliva and said: "There is a way - the deserted village is left behind, and Wanmu Xiao is sparsely sung. Could it be that the zongzi in the coffin is singing? ”

If it weren't for the fact that he was floating on the river at this moment, he would have wanted to burn the coffin under his feet with a fire.

But seeing Song Xing's calm face, Wang Fatzi relaxed again.

Even if you have zongzi, can you be more powerful than this master?

It's really going to come out, and it's not certain who eats whom.

Just when Wang Fatzi was suspicious, the sharp-eyed Hu Bayi found a secret passage next to the dark river, with traces of artificial repair.

So several people drew the coffin to the position of the dark passage, and Song Xing directly knocked the coffin out of the water with one palm, and tumbled and fell beside the river.

Because the dark passage was illuminated by Song Xing as if it was day, the coffin fell to the ground, and Professor Sun and Hu Bayi could easily see that there was a line of words engraved in front of each coffin.

The woman is unknown, buried and hidden; Nandou tomb, according to the wall to descend immortals; The candle corpse extinguishes the lamp, and the ghost voice refers to the confusion.

Wang Fatzi leaned over: "Thing girl or witch?" ”

Professor Sun was somewhat disdainful of Wang Fatzi's ignorance.

The so-called "thing girl" is a female corpse, but it is not an ordinary female corpse, before her death is a special immortal possession of the "teacher", this kind of woman is often "fairy, demon, ghost, kui" belongs to the upper body, so it is regarded as a psychic body, not a good thing, so it can not be buried into the soil according to the normal system, otherwise its corpse will be the monster with the life of the person, but when the real immortal moves the curse, their corpse must be incinerated first, as a lamp before the immortal, there was this custom in Tailing and Bashan Shushui in Shaanxi. ”

When Song Xing heard this, he looked at the coffin at his feet and asked, "So the Nandou tomb is descending from the wall to immortals; The candle corpse extinguishes the lamp, and the ghost sound refers to the mystery, that is, let us burn the corpse inside to let the ghost sound show the way? ”

Hu Bayi walked along the dark passage for a while, and found that it was an empty tomb, arranged according to the star map, to take the meaning of going north and south, this is undoubtedly the Nandou tomb.

Shirley Yang's voice trembled a little and said, "Burning corpses to point fingers, nonsense, how is it possible?" ”

Professor Sun said with a serious expression: "In the land of Wushu, witchcraft is very weird, and the Guanshan Taibao has stolen a large number of hanging coffins and obtained a large amount of witchcraft, so the Guanshan Taibao is even more evil than touching the golden school captain." ”

Everyone agreed, and then Wang Fatzi and Hu Bayi carefully untied the iron cable on the coffin, pried open the lid of the coffin, and revealed the female corpse wearing Ming Dynasty costumes inside.

The female corpse in the coffin stared with her mouth open, her face was distorted, and the inside of the coffin lid was covered with traces of being vertically and horizontally, and there were black and dried blood stains on it, thinking that she had been nailed alive in the coffin before her death.

So far, when I saw it, I can still imagine the miserable state, and it was used as an "oil lamp" for people seeking the way in the ancient tomb to descend to the gods and ask the gods.

Shirley Yang's face was unbearable, Song Xing also sighed, stretched out his hand and flicked, and a flame fell into the coffin.

The flames were raging, the stiff body was burned by the fire, the tendons of the corpse continued to contract, and the corpse lying flat sat up in the fire, and the corpse was wrapped in flames and twitched and trembled.

The corpse was burned in the fire, but there was no smoke or a strong smell of burning, but there was a faint smell of cold incense.

Unlike the fear that faintly flashed in the eyes of Hu Bayi and the others, Song Xing's eyes showed a little interest, as if he was looking forward to what he could invite from this ancient immortal subjugation technique.

Different from Song Xing's Zhenzong Taoist seventy-two divine powers, you can invite true immortals.

Guanshan Taibao's art of inviting immortals was born from the ancient Shu witchcraft, 99% of them could not invite true immortals, and the art of inviting immortals was almost witchcraft, and there were really immortals who would not come to the house.

So Song Xing was very curious, what would this immortal technique invite?

Hu, yellow, white, willow, gray, fox, yellow skin, hedgehog, long worm, rat are these earth spirits? Or is it the folk rumored Wutong God, the ghost god Mandrill and the like?

The corpse was burned by the flames, and the fire had burned to its peak, and the body of the woman had almost become a candle wick, and the torso and head were melted into red charcoal, and the dark red fire was reflected on the four walls of the tomb wall, and a dark figure appeared on the tomb bricks on the west wall.

There was a soft sound of "click", and on the wall where the "ghost" appeared on the side of the tomb, it suddenly turned slowly, and behind the dark wall was a woman sitting upright, dressed like the Tang Dynasty, the woman was thick with fat powder, her makeup was charming, and her body was full of white flowers, and her skin was ruddy and delicate, and it seemed that she could be broken by blowing, but her demeanor dissipated, and there was no anger of a living person at all, and she was a stiff person at first glance.

Just listen to the ancient corpse of the Tang Dynasty emitting a ghostly voice, like crying and complaining of an ethereal ghost sound.

(End of chapter)