As soon as he saw this scene, Wang Dashi felt sad for a while, thinking that Mr. Nanyang had died so miserably, so many sects and so many elite talents, but they didn't help him solve the disaster and couldn't save him.

Wang Dashi thought, his heart became heavier and heavier, and he hurriedly ran over, about to kneel down and kowtow, and perform a funeral ceremony, when he suddenly found that the person who died was not Mr. Nanyang, but Lin Zhenxia, who came to crack the disaster and forge the sword.

After some questioning, it turned out that Lin Zhenxia was bitten by a python, and after returning to the burial faction, he died quietly yesterday.

Lin Zhenxia is strong by nature, he is the proud disciple of the ghost Sanqi elder in the Sword Casting Gang, Wang Dashi has been humiliated by him, although he has met and made enemies, but he can see each other in his life, it can be regarded as a kind of fate, after burying Lin Zhenxia, Wang Dashi walked to the tomb and kowtowed.

Knowing that Lin Zhenxia was bitten to death by a local python, Wang Dashi suddenly remembered the snake venom, remembered the blood stains that he had witnessed the Heavenly Spirit Sect jumping into the river, and remembered the record in the old man's booklet of Muqiu: When Nanyang Guigong sneaked into the ancient tomb to steal the night pearl, there was a golden-scaled python hovering in the hanging coffin.

The people waiting for the funeral all walked away, and Wang Dashi walked alone towards the burial faction. It is probably far away from the burial sect, there is nothing but green mountains and wild stones around, and there is no shortcut to it, and after walking for a while, Wang Dashi doesn't know how to go down.

"This, where is this?" Wang Dashi looked at his feet and hesitated.

At this moment, he suddenly smelled the aroma of roasted meat, so he followed the smoke and looked ahead, and the closer he got closer, the stronger the aroma became.

After walking a short distance, I saw a topless fat man smoking game, and the fat man was fatter than Daifuku.

In front of the fat man is a dried lotus leaf, on which are placed nine chicken heads, the chicken head is tied with a red rope, and two jars of wine are placed beside him, the wine is fragrant and tangy, and the soft and delicious mulberry wine is in stark contrast.

This fat man is naturally wronged by Dafuyou, he is even fatter than the fat man of Mu Tie, and said that he is naked, the skin that was darkened by the sun is bubbling with oil, and the fat on his body is drooping down, layer by layer, like fat, and his stomach is like a water tank.

The chicken heads are grilled to remove the smell, placed in one direction, and then skewered and began to eat.

When he saw Wang Dashi, the fat man didn't look at it, and he wouldn't even raise his head, Wang Dashi looked at it, and he didn't want to disturb his appetite anymore.

After a long pause, the fat man finished eating, picked up a bowl of wine, and sprinkled it on the ground.

Wang Dashi was really in no hurry, so he said: "This big brother, there is something to ask for below!"

The fat man looked at him while drinking, and said, "Say, what's the matter? Hehe, it's rare to be able to help people!"

Wang Dashi didn't seem to understand his words, shook his head and said, "I just want to ask you about a place, seeing that your appetite is so good, I don't dare to disturb in a hurry!"

"Hmph, I love to eat chicken heads, I have been eating them since I was born, I eat them every day, and I won't eat them anymore after eating today!" said the fat man.

"I'm afraid not! The chicken head hangs a red rope, there is such a saying among the people!" Wang Dashi was surprised.

The fat man was stunned for a moment and said: "I died brother, sister died, they were all the same age when I died, my brother was forty years old when he died, my sister was also forty years old when she died, I was forty years old, and I don't know what my birthday is, anyway, my death is coming." There is a saying among the people that if you eat a chicken's head before you die, you will die without worry in the underworld, and you can be an official in the underworld. ”

When Wang Dashi heard what the fat man said, his body was numb, and he couldn't help but think of the disaster encountered by Mr. Nanyang of the burial faction and his father Nanyang Guigong, but the curse in the fat man's house was forty years old, and Mr. Nanyang was forty-six years old.

"Then what did your father do?" Wang Dashi continued.

The fat man said: "Our ancestors are all crumbs, do everything, do nothing, do not specialize in anything, kiln, charcoal, reed, and column weaving. When he has nothing to do, he will also covet some money, go to the ancient tombs to pick up some antique goods and sell them for the family to live on. It's just that the end of the Inverted Tomb will not end well, our father was caught in a spell because of the Inverted Tomb, causing his son and daughter to die, and he will die when he hits the hour!"

Speaking of which, the fat man told the way back to the burial sect.

Wang Dashi asked again, "Then do you know where that ancient tomb is?"

The fat man stretched out his hand and pointed to the west, and said, "It is not far from the Tomb Mountain, but I advise you not to go in for some money, and wait for the spell of the devil when you enter! Then your family will be cursed, and your children and grandchildren will die one by one!"

This fat man is very direct and straightforward.

Wang Dashi looked at him, expressed deep sympathy, and said with a fist: "I have said goodbye, if I know the method of cracking in the future, I will definitely find you and help you lift the curse!"

After saying that, he turned his face and left, he didn't want to see the helpless expression of the fat man when he spoke.

The fat man did not hear back.

Wang Dashi thought that the fat man was drinking again, and turned his face to look, and the fat man had fallen to the ground. Wang Dashi's body trembled for a while, and he quickly ran over, how did he know that the fat man had already choked his breath.

Because the fat man was naked, Wang Dashi carefully examined his body, but this person was not abnormal except that he was fatter than ordinary people.

Wang Dashi clenched the fat man's hand, then closed his eyes in mourning, and after a while, he let go of the fat man's hand and slowly opened his eyes, and inadvertently, he found that there was a dark brown dotted blood spot in the fat man's palm.

"Bloodstains, marks of death!"

Wang Dashi was startled, took the fat man's other hand, and there was also a dark brown dotted blood spot on the Laogong acupoint in the palm of his hand.

Seeing such a situation, Wang Dashi had all kinds of questions in his heart, is this a curse?

The terrain around Lupo was uneven, Wang Dashi saw a low-lying pit, so he put the fat man here, put the wine jar in the pit and buried it, and buried it with gravel.

Wang Dashi turned around, knelt down in front of the fat man's tomb, and kowtowed three times. He felt that if he had done a good deed, he would be rewarded by God and would be blessed by God.

I didn't expect to meet two dead people just after learning some martial arts, is this a bad omen?

Wang Dashi touched back the burial faction.

These days, Wang Dashi has been diligent in practice, martial arts progress, although so, there is no distraction from Mr. Nanyang's disaster, after observing the death of the fat man, Wang Dashi felt that Nanyang Guigong was cursed by ghosts, should personally explore the curse of ghosts, find out the root of the curse of ghosts, when he saw a few people on the right of Dafu, he thought of Nanyang Guigong looking for the ancient tomb of the night pearl to explore the idea of saying.

Dafu You, the Customs Monk and Dafu Zuo felt that it made sense, so they came to the old man Muqiu with Wang Dashi and asked the old man Muqiu if he knew the address of the ancient tomb. The old man of Muqiu has always been meticulous and meticulous, but when he opened the record book, he did not find the specific location of the ancient tomb, however, Nanyang Guigong seemed to have mentioned to him back then, it was a place of the most yin, since the ancient tomb was punched hole, deflated, and often strange.

From the dispute of the five dynasties to the establishment of the Song Dynasty, and then to the current Ming Dynasty, the times have passed, when the Changshan Dao Chang was entrusted by Miao Guangyi, the tomb bureau set up was full of murderous intent, and its purpose was to reverse the dispute situation through the design of the tomb in the dark, so as to cast the Son of Heaven to come, unify the dynasty, and complete the foundation of the country and the people.

The Great Song Dynasty was subverted, but the power of the Heaven Maker possessed by this tomb bureau cannot last for a long time, this is the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, everything is different! No matter how well the tomb is designed, it cannot ensure that the Great Song Dynasty will not be extinguished!

Mr. Nanyang inherited his father's mantle, and was well versed in the art of Qimen Dunjia, and the weapon he was good at was the compass.

Old Man Muqiu returned to the burial sect with the four of them, and Mr. Nanyang was surprised to hear that several people were going to go deep into the ancient tomb to find out the details and discern the cause of the disaster.

Exploring the ancient tomb is like entering a battlefield, the dangers of the mechanism are exhausted, the monsters and monsters are threatened, the mysteries are strange, and the hidden killing opportunities are hidden. The danger of the cemetery, even the burial sect specializing in the funeral industry, can not be completely recognized, recklessly entering the room, may never have a chance to come out again, even if it is safe, it will not be able to avoid falling into the curse of the evil ghost......

All sects and factions personally went to the burial sect to take risks, and Mr. Nanyang was already inexhaustible, and if he took his own life in order to solve the disaster, he would be ashamed.

Mr. Nanyang said: "The Nanyang family has been deeply affected by the disaster, and they have been born and suffered, and it is difficult to extricate themselves. You are anxious and grateful, but you don't want you to stray into the abyss, make a mistake and create a hatred for eternity!"

Wang Dashi understood that Mr. Nanyang did not agree to go to the ancient tomb to explore the spell of ghosts and evils, and would rather not break the disaster than to be involved in any more dangers and regenerate the root of the curse.

Dafuzuo said at this time: "We naturally know Mr. Nanyang's worrying heart, but if we travel thousands of miles and return in vain, it will also make us feel uneasy! The danger in the ancient tomb, the local faction has also encountered a lot, demons and monsters, beasts and elves, but we have a lot of people in this trip, and you personally lead, presumably no matter how fierce it is, it will turn the danger into a disaster!"

Wang Dashi gave his heart to God, feeling that he had done good deeds and had God's favor, and said at this time: "That's naturally good, we are doing good deeds, doing good deeds, and we will be blessed in the dark, turning evil into good fortune and danger into evil! God will take care of us!"

Mr. Nanyang smiled self-deprecatingly when he heard this: "Hmph, turn into danger! Hmph......"

It seems that Mr. Nanyang still does not agree to go to the ancient tomb to explore the danger.