The cyan sun hung high and out of reach, and the emanating blue light was eerily soft, reflecting on the faces of the souls of the dead in the village. The soul of the dead has a green face and fangs, resentment grows, and the dead are resurrected, as if there is infinite power to help.

The old man with the long tongue of the hanged ghost had a blue face, and he pounced on him again and again without fear of death.

With each resurrection, his resentment grew stronger.

In the end, Ling Bai also had to brace himself to deal with it.

Suddenly, his heart moved, his eyes were like electricity, he looked up at the blue sun in the sky, and a look of enlightenment appeared on his face.

The blue sun hangs high, and it has never shifted by half a minute.

Most of the blame is the sun, which seems to be high above, but in fact, it may be close at hand.

The killing intent in Ling Bai's eyes skyrocketed, and with a flick of the red umbrella, he flew away a large number of dead souls in front of him, and then raised the umbrella upwards and stabbed at the sun overhead.

The seemingly unreachable blue sun, just by a casual stab of his hand, shattered a gap, and white light refracted from the gap and shone on his eyes.

The scene in front of me changed suddenly, and the low mud house was still in sight, and the dim light was scattered through the window paper.

"It's a pleasure to have friends from afar. ”

The locked wooden door creaked open a crack, and between the light and shadow, there seemed to be a ghost hand quickly retracted.

"The one who speaks in a crepe is not commensurate with the name Ergou. ”

Ling Bai was slandered in his heart, cheered up, walked forward, and pushed open the wooden door.

Inside the house, an old-fashioned light bulb hanging half a meter from the beam of the house was dimming, and under the light, Wu Ergou, who was dark-faced, rolled up his trouser legs, and wearing a pair of liberation shoes full of mud, was smiling at him.

"Have you eaten it?"

"Not yet. ”

"Eat whatever you want. ”

Wu Ergou got up with the peeled garlic and walked to the stove next to him.

"Put more chili peppers, home-brewed wine and chili peppers. ”

"Good. ”

The two are like old friends who have been reunited for a long time, just chatting about inconsequential things.

Wu Ergou did things very neatly, said that he had cut a handful of sharp peppers twice, beat two eggs, fried a plate of green pepper scrambled eggs, fried some peanuts, carried two bottles of beer, and invited Ling Bai to sit down.

The food is simple, and the wine is cheap.

Ling Bai is eating with relish, returning to the basics, and the scrambled eggs with green peppers are also unique. With peanuts, he took a sip of wine and said lightly, "What about Wan Xiuwen?"

"I let him go. ”

"Oh. ”

"What he does has nothing to do with me, I am enough for the embroidery door. ”

"You don't care about him?"

"Everyone is an individual, and I have no right to control him. ”

Wu Ergou lowered his mouth, put half a bottle of wine into his stomach, and said in a deep voice: "I haven't drunk for a long time." ”

"If it hurts the body, you should drink less. Ling Bai pondered for a moment, already understanding Wu Ergou's attitude. Since this is the case, after going out, he will take Wan Xiuwen out and slaughter him, and don't let go of his disciples and grandchildren, and they should be pulled to overdue.

"There's a power within you that makes my blood crows fearful. Wu Ergou said suddenly.

"That's why you don't do it?"

Wu Ergou nodded heavily, took out a cigarette gun out of nowhere, lit it with a click, smoked a dry tobacco, and did not deny it.

"I like your honesty. ”

Ling Bai drank the wine in the bottle, burped in satisfaction, got up and said, "It's a little late, the mountain road is not easy to walk, I have to go back." ”

"Perhaps, you'll be more interested in this. Wu Ergou also got up, ripped open his shirt, and took off the cloth, revealing his tattooed body.

Suddenly, seeing his body densely packed and barely leaking out of the gaps, Ling Bai felt a tingling of his scalp and glanced at him suspiciously.

Wu Ergou's face was indifferent, and he stretched out his hand to scratch a small piece of tattoo between his chest and abdomen, and a piece of human skin was suddenly slipped off by his knuckles, pinched on his hand, and handed it to Ling Bai.

The human skin was drenched in blood, and it looked extremely terrifying.

Ling Bai felt a chill in his heart, but he still took the human skin. This is a map, to be precise, a map of the location of the underground lava.

"Thank you. ”

He took a deep look at Wu Ergou and resolutely turned to leave.

In the earthen house, Wu Ergou sat back again, lowered his eyelids, and continued to peel garlic. The garlic seemed to be forever peeled, and the dense tattoos on his body were all gone, and his skin was as new as new.

Ling Bai walked along the dirt road in the countryside and found the car parked in front of the village.

After getting into the car, he didn't rush to start, but turned on the light to observe the human skin in his hand.

The drawing is very simple, with a few strokes, not very fine, and the word "seal" is written.

Just looking at the picture of the human skin painting, except for the buried molten slurry, the specific location is not marked. The word seal is also confusing and confusing. He frowned slightly, Wu Ergou gave him a human skin, obviously knowing his goal, but this human skin was in the clouds, and the direction was too vague.

Is there a seal in the ground of Qianzhou?

He couldn't think of anything else sealed other than the place where the corpse came from.

Moreover, all the ghosts and ghosts in the source of the corpses have been removed, except for the drought fish, and nothing remains.

That place is still being officially taken over and guarded, maybe there is something really boring, maybe he can go over and take a look.

With this in mind, Ling Bai started the car, opened the Gaode map that continued to navigate for you, and hurried back slowly.

By the time we got back to town, it was early in the morning.

Lao Zhang's noodle shop is still dimly lit.

Ling Bai lit a cigarette and walked in with the human skin.

Lao Zhang sat at the table, burying his head in a blank sheet of paper and scribbling. He raised his head slightly, glanced at Ling Bai in surprise, and asked, "Where did you go at night?" Don't say that you are going to induct the location of the molten lava, I don't believe you are so diligent." ”

"It's easy for you to talk to death. ”

Ling Bai sat across from him, glancing at the dense scribbled handwriting on the white paper, all of which were written about the location where the buried molten slurry might appear, obviously this guy had also worked hard to find information.

He slammed the human skin on the table and smiled, "Look at this." ”

Lao Zhang looked at the bloody human skin in disbelief, and glared at Ling Bai with a strange face: "You guy killed someone?"

"Someone else has masochistic tendencies and gave me the skin. ”

"Hmm. ”

Lao Zhang picked it up and looked at it, and his brows gradually tightened.

"Where did you get this human skin?"

"A country kid who loves tattoos. ”

Lao Zhang's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "This is a passage." ”

"What passage? passage to the leylines?"

"Well, I have heard this ancient road mentioned by Master, but it has long been annihilated in the world, I never thought about it, and there are still traces to follow. ”

"Then hurry up and pick up the map, I'm useless to you. ”

Seeing Ling Bai shirking, Lao Zhang glared at him angrily, "How can you let me find such a little information?"

"I might have a solution. ”

After a moment of silence, Ling Bai's eyes lit up and he said excitedly.