Master said that it could not be said to be a ghost, but a type of ghost formed by the gathering of many yin qi, resentment qi, and evil qi under witchcraft. It doesn't have a specific name, but it exists for the sole purpose of blocking those who enter. The first time I saw it was through the crack in the rotten stone door. It looked through the crack in the door at us as we walked towards the stone gate.

At that time, Senior Qin felt that he was just watching the door, so he didn't take it to heart, but as soon as he opened the door, the ghost rushed out, and the speed was extremely fast, and he knocked Senior Qin back a few steps at once. When he retreated, he hit me one after another, and when I was about to dodge, I was grabbed by the old Qin senior, who was falling to the ground, and then threw me towards the female ghost.

Master emphasized that he had really pushed me hard and used me as his shield. And at his level, since he did so, it means that he is also aware of the danger. And when I figured this out, my body was already weightless, and I was thrown to the ground by the ghost.

The master's face was sad, as if he was now recalling the scene at that time, and even a master like him had palpitations. He said that the ghost did not have a specific and accurate appearance, but the appearance of all beings. In other words, although it has a human form, its face is ever-changing, one moment a man, another woman, another old man, and sometimes a child. When he was thrown to the ground, the ghost's face was less than a foot in front of him. The face is as if the film has been worn out, and the picture is mechanically stuttering. And every time I stuck, I changed my face. Master said, it's just that those different faces are all the same expression, smiling and grinning, and the lips are all blood red, and as for the eyes, Master said that they are the most terrible eyes he has ever seen in his life, and these eyes look all black, and there is no part of the whites of the eyes. But the position of the pupil shone with a yellow emanating light that was a little dimmer than the flames.

Just by looking at that eye, you will be immediately captivated, because the shape is so wonderful that even if you are in danger, you will be instantly fascinated. But the master is a person with a foundation, and he knows the result of being changed by the ghost, so he immediately forced himself to clear his head, and then closed his eyes, at this time, a sharp pain came from his chest, and such pain forced the master to open his eyes, so that the master was not only captured by the ghost's eyes, but also saw that the ghost was holding a bronze weapon with a cross blade in his hand, which was slowly and firmly pressing down on the ground, and pierced into the master's chest.

Master told me that the pain was heart-wrenching, and soon he heard two crisp clicks. He knew that it was the sound of his own bones breaking, and after a violent pain, the master fell unconscious. When I woke up again, I found that I was being dragged in the opposite direction towards the entrance of the cave, only to find that it was Senior Qin who was dragging his foot on the ground with one hand, and the sleeve of Senior Qin's other hand was torn apart, and on the bare shoulder, there were several wounds that were bleeding, and on one arm, all of them were covered in blood.

Just sitting next to Master and listening to him dictate my mouth made me sweat with fear. Both hands couldn't help but cinch the quilt on Master's hospital bed. Master pretended to smile lightly and said, "Anyone between me and Senior Qin is ten years younger, and we can deal with that ghost." But people have to obey old age, this is the end of death.

Master said that after that, although Senior Qin helped to connect the bones and suture the wound, it was an external injury after all, and it only injured the internal organs, so it would be very time-consuming to raise. And through this defeat, the master also knew that the person in front of him could not be deeply acquainted, so when the injury improved, he left under the pretext. But after all, he was blinded by a ghost, and there were all kinds of things wrong with his body, and he was originally quite peaceful, but when he got up one day, he suddenly seemed to have exploded a firecracker in his head, and there was a cerebral hemorrhage. Master told me that the doctor's diagnosis was that I had woken up too violently, my blood was rushing, and I couldn't evacuate in time, which caused me to burst. He smiled wryly and spread his hands and said, no one knows if this is the case.

We talked and chatted, and soon it was evening. Normally, it's time for the patients to go to bed, but perhaps it was my presence that made Master a little excited, and he continued to talk about other things, including asking me long and short questions.

Like I said, Master is the closest person I have in the world, and in the same way, I am to Him. In my opinion, the main reason for Master's experience is not that his skills are inferior, but that he was deliberately done. I even think that since the time the Qin seniors promised to let the master dig the hole with him, he has been secretly plotting to find an opportunity to get rid of my master, even if my master is just curious about the sealed soul of the witch king.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, although I had known that this person had a strange temper, but this was really too deceitful. So that night, after I waited for Master to fall asleep, at about 11 o'clock in the evening, I explained to the nurse and asked her to help take care of my Master, and then I left the health station.

There was no transportation left, so I had to run all the way. My heart was filled with an irrepressible anger, not only because of Master, but also because of myself. Along the way, I went straight to the house of the old Qin senior. When I got to his door, I didn't knock on the door, but kicked it open with a kick. I know in my heart that since I am far from being an opponent in the occult arts, then I will fight with brute force, as long as I am close to my side, I will have to beat this old guy. So when I kicked the door open, I clenched my hands into fists and walked straight into the back room.

In the faint red candlelight of the inner room, I saw in the corner of the room a wooden thing standing on the ground like a branch. Ganmu was hovering over it. Maybe it was my sudden intrusion, so that it didn't have time to react, it just looked at me with its head raised in astonishment, but its body didn't make any other movements. And on the ground, on the right-hand side of the door, there was a sword hanging on the wall, which was the one that had cut the wooden man of my help, and the bed was dragged open, revealing a large black hole in the ground, and there was a boxy plank on the side of the hole, which seemed to be used to cover the hole.

I thought to myself, maybe it was the hole that Master said they dug together. I would have been curious, but now, every cell in my body was filled with rage, so I jumped into the hole and covered the plank with my hand, to prevent Gangi from catching up. Then it was pitch black, and I had to take out my flashlight and shine it.

It was a hole about the width of the mouth of the well, and the place where I jumped was about one meter six or seven meters from the original height of the ground in the house. And because I didn't measure the depth and strength when I jumped, when I landed, my heels hit the ground violently, making my cheeks ache because of the bite of my teeth. But I didn't care much, under the light of the flashlight, there was a small hole at my feet that was oblique, but not very steep, and there was a stake at the mouth of the hole, and a rope ladder was placed on the stake. From the point of view of the tilt alone, there is no need for a rope ladder at all, but I still walked down the rope ladder step by step.

Maybe it was because I ran all the way before, and my heart was full of impatience and anger, but now in the cave, because of the environment, my movements and rhythm have to slow down. Coupled with the darkness around me, the flashing white light of the flashlight was the only thing I could see at the moment, and after walking along the crooked hole for a while, the mood gradually calmed down, although I was still very angry, but there was no longer the feeling of extreme anger before.

The narrow hole made it difficult for me to pass quickly, and I often took a lot of detours because I often dug up large rocks when I first excavated. I walked like this for about ten minutes, and only then did I see through the light of the flashlight in the distance, and there seemed to be a large space at the end of the hole. As a result of this journey, I couldn't tell the difference between high and low, but I just felt that the air was humid and smelled of earth, and the eardrums of my ears were somehow recurrent hearing loss due to stress. But when I got to the end of the passage, I heard a whisper.

Could it be that after kicking my master, this Qin senior, knew in his heart that it was impossible for my master to help him anymore, so he found another helper? This place is already quite far away from the entrance of the cave, if I return to the ground at this moment and directly block the entrance of the cave with a pile of soil, quietly, he will never want to see the light of day again, although it is a little vicious, but it can be regarded as revenge for my master's serious injury. But as the saying goes, a gentleman is upright, and this kind of indiscriminate means flashed in my mind, and I dispelled the idea.

Hearing the sound of whispering means that there must be at least two people on the other side, otherwise you still need to talk to yourself clearly? Against an old man like Senior Qin, I still have a chance to win with brute force alone, but if I add one more person and attack back and forth, it is difficult to say.

To be on the safe side, I put out my flashlight, reached against the wall, and walked softly in the direction from which the sound came from. The wall is hard to the touch, but the surface is very wet. I could still feel the moss from time to time, which means that although the wall is buried in the ground, it is not in direct contact with the soil, otherwise I would have touched the dirt instead of the moss. From the ravines above, I think it was made of some large stones, and there were many gullies that had been chiseled, and I walked along the way against the wall, and I found that every seven or eight steps, I would touch a distinct, very large corner, with sharp edges and corners.

If you are not mistaken, the entire exterior wall here should be an equidistant octagon, the shape of a gossip, if you look down on it.