Since it is octagonal, and judging from what Master told me earlier, there should be a door on every wall here, but as for two of the doors that can be opened, the rest are all sealed. I just walked this way, and I passed through two corners, that is, I passed through three walls, three gates.

From the first wall I touched, I thought I had found the door in the middle, because in the center of the wall, there was a sunken door-like area, but when I touched it, about a foot away, it was still a stone wall. The second wall, on the other hand, is not sunken and is relatively neat between the two corners. When I touched the third wall, it was almost exactly the same as the first.

I walked around the wall in a counterclockwise direction. If this whole shape is a gossip, then suppose the two sunken doorways I touched are arranged according to the hexagram of the eight trigrams, then among the eight hexagrams, three in a row there are such arrangements and combinations, which can only be "Zhen-Gen-Kan", and "Kan-Qian-Dui", and the hexagram in the Zhen hexagram should be twice the degree of depression in the third wall, and the Gen hexagram is where the "Shengmen" is located. However, the second wall could not be opened, so I judged that the three walls I had just walked on, arranged according to the hexagrams, must be in the order of "Kangandui".

I was secretly amazed in my heart that when this master built this place more than a thousand years ago, he didn't just build eight doors on eight walls, but these eight doors were designed according to the combination of the three horizontal lines of each hexagram of the eight trigrams. In this way, only the hexagram is missing a section in the middle of the three horizontal lines, and it becomes six short horizontal lines, assuming that the door is also completely opened according to this logic, then there is no door on the wall of the hexagram! However, in the Qimen gossip, it happens to be the "door of death".

Coincidentally, the six short and horizontal paths on the hexagram just allude to the meaning of "six sentient beings". The master was in the passage of the Death Gate, and the ghost that hurt him and blocked the door was just like these six sentient beings, with ever-changing appearances and appearances.

And the wall I touched first was "dry", that is, after one more corner, I could see the door of death.

As the whispering became louder and louder, my steps became lighter and slower, a total of seven or eight steps on a wall, I walked for more than half a minute, and after touching the corner, I did not turn around first, but first slowly leaned my head to the corner to check, but did not see a figure, but from the door of the "death door" of the hexagram, I saw a faint light.

I continued to creep forward, and when I turned to the door of the "Dead Door", the whispering was audible and audible, but I could not understand it at all, and even I could hear only the voice of a man. As before, I slowly leaned my head over to the door, only to see that the light was coming from the end of the "door of death". In the light, I saw a man with a kerosene lamp in his hand, and that light was the light of a kerosene lamp. And the person carrying the lantern is none other than Qin's seniors.

The passage of the "Death Door" was narrow and unobstructed, so I could see everything inside even if I stood far away. But except for the old Qin seniors, there was no one. Between him and his body, he bowed slightly, and that posture seemed a little humble for a person like him. And where he stood, next to a broken stone door at the end.

The stone door is hidden, but from my point of view, there is a small long triangular opening from the upper left corner to the lower left corner, through which I can see the dark environment behind the door. And the old Qin seniors were facing that gap, and their bodies were constantly shaking slightly with the sound of speaking.

Seeing that there was no one else, and his posture happened to be in a state of defenselessness. If I sneak attack at this moment, I will definitely succeed. But in this way, it is too unscrupulous. I didn't even take care of the master in the middle of the night today, so I came here to ask for justice, even if I couldn't get it back, I had to clean up this old guy to relieve my anger. When I thought of this, the anger in my heart rekindled, so I didn't care so much, I went directly into the passage of the "Death Gate", and quickly walked towards the back of the old man Qin. When I walked not far from him, I deliberately increased my pace so that he could hear the voice behind him, so that it would not be a sneak attack, I was too witty.

Sure enough, when I was still four or five steps away from him, he noticed someone behind him, so he turned to the left, and looked at me running towards him in astonishment. Without thinking about it, I landed a right hook in the face of my fist.

I'm not a fighter, and I can't fight an old man. If you want to ask if you have been beaten by me in this life, to this day, the oldest is this Qin senior. The face is a relatively thin area of the human body, and the subcutaneous is not far from the bones, so for the rest of the body, although the face is face, it is still quite durable.

The punch hit him in the left side of the face with great precision, and I knocked him back two steps, and the kerosene lamp in his hand fell to the ground. But after all, the other party is an old Jianghu, after I succeeded in this punch, it was like immediately going up to make up a few more punches, catching him off guard, or directly stunting him, but just when I was about to punch the second punch, the punch arrived, but the hand seemed to be tied by something, so that my fist hung in the air, and I couldn't break free, and at this time I found out that after the first punch, the old Qin senior immediately reacted, although his left hand kept covering the left face that I punched, But the right hand was flat on the outside of the thigh, the palm of the hand was facing the direction in front of me, the palm of the hand was still vibrating back and forth slightly, like the tremor of epilepsy, and I heard a slight jingling sound in my ears, the sound was very thin, but very sharp, and in this small environment, there was a similar echo that went directly into my head.

However, I noticed that his shaking palm, and on his thumb, there was a copper ball the size of a pigeon's egg, and there were many hollowed-out parts on the ball, which seemed to be a bell, and his palm kept shaking, and the bell kept making that jingling sound towards me.

Given the restraint of my hands, and his movements at the moment, I have reason to believe that this is a means of manipulating the ghosts, just as I am using incense, and he is using small brass bells. The left hand was controlled, I stretched out my right hand again and then tried to pull his body to grab him with my hand to catch me, I rewarded him with another iron head skill, but the right hand just stretched out, he suddenly turned slightly sideways, and the trembling palm was facing my right hand again, for a moment, my right hand could not move, and it felt exactly the same as the left hand.

I thought to myself, then I can still kick, so I kicked my legs, but found that my feet were empty, and my other foot seemed to have tripped over something, and I hung face up in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, and my back hit the hard stone on the ground, which suddenly made my eyes blink, and then there was a feeling that my lungs were shaken and my breathing was blocked.

And the worst thing is that at this moment, my two hands that were originally bound actually came from the feeling of being squeezed at the same time. It was as if something was tying me up and tightening, and soon between the elbows of my hands was filled with the feeling of swelling and pain that the blood was not flowing well, and even in the dim light, I could see that my palms were slowly swollen and purple.

Senior Qin probably stopped rattling the bell when he saw that he restrained me, but he still hung the bell on the thumb of his right hand. As the rattle stopped, the tightness in my hand disappeared, and the blood in my hand suddenly became normal, and it felt so refreshing, and even with a slight numbness in my palm, but my hand was still bound and I couldn't break free.

I was lying on the ground, and if I wanted to look at Senior Qin, I could only make a bowing motion by lying down. So he walked over to me and bent over to look at me, his face full of anger but a feeling that he had been suppressing. I'm not a person who gives in easily, and since I can't move my hands and feet, I still have a mouth. So I spat at him, but maybe it was because I landed too hard just now, and my breath was weak, although the saliva was accurate, but the strength was not good, and it didn't leave my mouth far, and it fell directly back on my face.

I'm probably the first person in this era to spit on myself and get hit, I think so.

Seeing that I was salivaed, this obviously pleased the perverted old man Qin, he sneered and said, What's the matter, little baby, you sneaked into my house and attacked me so shamelessly, is this all what your master Lin Qishan taught you? I said loudly, don't talk nonsense, I have already met Master today, he is now seriously ill and hospitalized, all because of you when he was a shield! Old Qin laughed, and then said to me, your master's ability, I really didn't pay attention to Qin Bukong, I can use him as a shield, are these all what he told you?

I cursed in my heart, this shameless old man still doesn't admit it. But I also know his full name because of this, Qin Bukong, what kind of ghost name is this? So I said loudly, don't deny it, manly man, dare to act, you will kill me today, just like you killed that group of Japanese soldiers and killed all the men in your village! Otherwise, as long as my master's operation is successful, it will be forgotten, there are three long and two short, even if I am not as good as you, I must think of killing you!

That was the first time I had been so murderous, and it was also the first time I had the idea of killing.

But Qin Bukong said, it seems that you know everything, and the news is quite well-informed. The tone is cold and contemptuous. He gently rattled the bell a few times, and I felt as if I was caught by two big men, and I was lifted up by one left and one right, with my back against the wall, and my feet were already able to step on the ground.

Qin Bukong walked up to me and said to me, you are right, I destroyed that group of Japanese soldiers, and that was because they killed my compatriots. It was I who destroyed the men in the stockade, and it was because of my fellow citizens...

At this point, he paused abruptly and strangely, then lifted his beard, and a very strange voice came from his beard, like a layer of paper covering his mouth:

“… They want to burn me! ”