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The old man who saw the strange place of the stone plaque carefully took it in his hand, and when he saw that Zhang Shiping had left, he took the three young men and walked towards the station of his tribe.

The old man is actually called a name, and in the tribe, other people call the old man a fireman.

This is the name of the person in charge of the fire in their tribe. In their tribe, fireworkers mean chieftains and wisdom.

I don't know if it's a mental effect, but when the pyrotechnic put the stone tablet in his hand, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. This made him more and more convinced that the treasure in his hand could save his tribe, and he grasped the stone tablet more and more vigorously in his hand, like a few green tendons bulging out of his hands like chicken feet.

The fireworkers tribe is in a col near the foot of the mountain. It's so private that if you don't get closer, you can't see what's inside. That's probably why the tribe decided to settle here in the first place.

However, this is originally the land of Sanyin, and this is also a mountain col. The moisture inside is too heavy and it can't be ventilated. After years of living, I still accumulate a strange smell. Not to mention these hungry primitive people, even if they live in a healthy person, they will have to live for one or two decades less.

If Zhang Shiping follows here, he will find that the yin qi here is too heavy. Not to mention at night, even during the day, you can find some illusory yin spirits in the corners of the shadows. Living here, it's weird if nothing goes wrong. I don't know how they got to this place in the first place.

On the left side of this col, there is a cave one man high. The old man carefully placed the stone tablet in the deepest part of the cave. This is where the children of the tribe sleep. The jade he collected was also piled up there.

The tribe of fireworkers originally numbered about seventy people, but the following year after they were driven out of the dragon's den by the wild boar family, a large number of women and children who were not strong enough died, and only about thirty remained.

In the past few years, they have tried to recapture the dragon's lair several times. Nearly ten of the temptations died.

Now in the tribe, there are only three people who follow the fireworkers. There are only four children, too. Plus seven women. There are now only fifteen people in this tribe.

With this population, it can basically be said that the tribe is finished.

The pyrotechnics before today thought the same thing. Sometimes, the pyrotechnic also thought about simply dying. But there is an inexplicable resentment in my heart.

Why?

He didn't know why, but he just didn't want to die like this. So he dragged the three young men and did everything in his power to keep the tribe alive.

Stay alive!

Now he finally saw hope.

Witch!

He had seen Wu when he was a child, but he had a vague memory of what Wu looked like. He only remembers, or believes, that witches are omnipotent.

Since witches are omnipotent, as long as witches are willing, the tribe will live forever on this land.

The dry upper and lower lips touched. Four children stood at the entrance of the cave and watched the fireman from afar. The fireman beckoned to them, pointing to the food that a man had brought back this year.

"Today, you can eat enough. ”

The children's eyes immediately shone with a sparkling light, and the poor vocabulary of the fireman did not know how to describe it, but he loved it as much as he liked the sun in spring.

He told the three men beside him:

"Tomorrow we will give all the jade here to the witches on the mountain. ”

One of the youngest men replied dissatisfiedly:

"Fireman, that's not a witch. He said it himself. And he doesn't want so much, just half of it. ”

The fireman did not blame the man for talking back, for although he was young, he was the most capable hunter in the tribe.

"Eagle, he's a witch. ”

The fireman looked into the eagle's eyes and spoke slowly but firmly.

"We don't want so many witches, but what's the use of keeping these jades?"

"I don't know what this stone is for, but that person is so powerful and wants this, it must be very precious. ”

Eagle thought for a moment and said.

"But we can't use it. Since it can't be used, it just doesn't. We don't need precious things now, we just need to live! ”

The fireman looked at the children, who were a little scared because of the dispute between the two, and whispered.

Eagle no longer retorted and accepted the pyrotechnic's remarks.

The women collected some fruits outside, plus the food that Zhang Shiping didn't want, constituted a rare and hearty meal for them.

By night, everyone except the two women who were keeping vigil had fallen asleep. Suddenly, there was a tiger roar on the stone plaque, which woke up the fireworker who was sleeping lightly. He went out vigilantly to look, but found nothing. Finally, muttering unknown words in his mouth, he fell asleep again.

On the other side, Zhang Shiping is busy tonight.

Because of the strong qi and blood, the Yin Spirit naturally didn't dare to hang around him. Therefore, although he felt that the yin qi in the mountains and forests was quite strong, he did not think of the yin spirit going up before.

Because of the unprecedented use of electrical energy in the 21st century, Zhang Shiping can basically only see records about ghosts in books. In reality, I have basically only heard of it in the mouths of seven aunts and eight mothers-in-law.

When he was thirteen or fourteen years old and curious, he also went to some rumored haunted places, preparing to find a ghost to test his Taoist skills. It's a pity that except for my father's punishment for copying the Tao Te Ching ten times, there is nothing else to gain.

It's not that he suddenly has a childlike heart, and he is ready to catch a ghost to fulfill his childhood dream. It's about building something that everyone is familiar with.

Hellish Hell.

This name may not be a little popular, so most people may be familiar with the eighteenth layer of hell.

Of course, Zhang Shiping didn't have the size of an eighteen-story hell. He's just imitating it.

The so-called ghosts themselves are the embodiment of the lack of reincarnation in heaven and earth. According to the normal situation, after death, dust will return to dust, and dust will return to dust, and a hundred will be gone. Just like the products on the production line, they are processed step by step in order and finally finished product.

Ghosts, on the other hand, are the ones that have fallen outside the production line for various man-made and non-human reasons.

The existence of the ghost prison is to help heaven and earth to put those unexpected products, ghosts, back on the production line of heaven and earth.

It is also simple for Zhang Shiping, who condenses the authority of the mountain god. It must be known that the mythical mountain gods themselves have the duty to suppress ghosts.

Simply draw a tributary from the leylines beneath the dragon's lair and create a small space. The earth qi rolls in it, like a grinding disc grinding up and down. This is the prototype of a ghost prison.

Hurriedly walking in the mountains and forests at night, he detained the dazed yin spirit with the jade sent by the fireman during the day.

The process was quite smooth, and in the middle of the night, the yin spirits that basically came out and wandered around were all wiped out by Zhang Shiping.

Seeing that the moon had set in the sky, Zhang Shiping patted his head, this memory was not tiring, but it was very draining. These Yin Spirits were originally ordinary beasts, and their sense of existence was amazingly weak. Zhang Shiping was like playing peek-a-boo with people, pulling them out one by one. In the middle of the night, I was a little tired.

Turning his head and returning home, Zhang Shiping poured all the yin spirits imprisoned in the jade into the ghost prison he had established. In the blink of an eye, they were completely back into heaven and earth.

Feeling the slight praise of heaven and earth for himself, the little snake transformed by authority happily spit out the snake letter and swam around on Zhang Shiping's body.

Feeling the further condensation of authority, Zhang Shiping's face also showed a little joy. This is the reason why he worked tirelessly to catch ghosts all over the mountains in the middle of the night. After all, Zhang Shiping is not a good person by nature.

But it's okay to do this for a day or two, but it's not a problem to do this every day.

Zhang Shiping hit the idea on the old man of the fireman.

With Zhang Shiping's eyesight, it can be concluded. The essence is exhausted, the long is a year, and the short is three months, and the old man should die.

Zhang Shiping is ready to let the fireworker be his own ghost.

The spirit of the fireworker is like a bright flame, although he has not practiced, but the trial of survival has given him a rather resilient soul.

He must not want to die like this, this is simply a ghost sent by God.

The tiger's den has not been cleaned yet, although after a few days of natural wind, the smell inside has faded a lot. But it still made Zhang Shijie, who had a keen sense of six senses, a little uncomfortable.

It's not a big deal if Zhang Shiping's current ability doesn't sleep for a day. He sat alone outside the cave, looking at the stars and moon in the sky, lazy and unwilling to think about anything.

I haven't felt it when I've been busy these days, but I can't help but think of the earth when I calm down.

Even if he is a cultivator with indifferent feelings, he was once in a different world. There is always a faint attachment in my heart.

I may never go back!

A strange sky with only six stars. It seems quite empty and lonely.

Under the starlight, one man and one snake.

Silently savoring the mood at this time, Zhang Shiping did not restrain himself. At this time, he chose the path himself, and he had nothing to regret. Even if you do it again, it's just a repetition.

Quietly waiting for the sunrise, when the sun rose, Zhang Shiping let go of the faint attachment and buried it in the deepest part of his heart.

Someday in the future, these may come back to mind. At that time, I didn't know what kind of mood he was in, Zhang Shiping didn't know.

But at this moment, Zhang Shiping's heart is full of expectations for the future. He firmly believed,

He will step into this world, into the eternal time of the gods;

He will be in this world, enjoying the most beautiful scenery along the way;

He will be in this world to witness the greatest miracles.

At this time, he was looking forward to the deepest part of his heart. It was also the initial motivation for him to be willing to give up everything and step into the void of nine deaths.

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