It was indeed a bit strange. The weather was originally sunny, but suddenly it became overcast. When a few people arrived in front of the cemetery, a snowflake fell gently and landed on Duan Ling'er's eyelashes.
In the blink of an eye, a tomb guard officer with a steel knife in his hand suddenly appeared in front of the door, staring blankly at everyone, and said word by word, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, we are here to pay homage to the prince. Is he here?" Duan Linger said with a smile.
"Come to worship at night? No, come back tomorrow." The officer's voice was stiff.
"You don't know me?" Xiao Chen was stunned, "Is your General Li Chengzhu here?"
The prince passed away at that time, and Li Wanjiang was going to hold a sacrificial ceremony here. Xiao Chen, as the owner of the West Factory, naturally came here to inspect the security situation, but he also had to deal with the mausoleum guards. They should all recognize him.
The leader of the tomb-defending army is Li Chengzhu, who is Li Wanjiang's distant nephew and can be considered a relative of the emperor.
Back then, this guy relied on the fact that Emperor Li Wanjiang was his distant cousin and was causing trouble in Fengyang City. Chen Jisheng, the censor of Zuodu at the time, gave him a copy, and Li Wanjiang sent him here to serve as the general guarding the mausoleum. .
Don't forget that the Tomb Guarding Army is just a miscellaneous army responsible for guarding the tombs, but the leading generals in all dynasties must be served by relatives of the emperor, because in a sense, the importance of the imperial mausoleum is no less than that of the imperial city!
Just like the ancestral graves in ordinary people's homes, they must not be dug up.
"Li Chengzhu is not here, and I don't know you. Please go back, otherwise I won't be polite." The officer quickly pulled out his sword and whistled. Only the sound of footsteps was heard, and more than a hundred black figures slowly walked out of the cemetery...
"Eh? Are you talking to me?" Xiao Chen was furious.
"Boss, let's go, they are not human." Fu Yan said suddenly.
"Isn't he a human or a ghost?" Xiao Chen was surprised.
"They're not ghosts, they're walking corpses." Fu Yan said, "They are all dead, probably not long ago... Let's leave quickly."
"I don't think this guy's eyes are right, he looks like a dead fish." Tie Kunlun also saw something was wrong.
"F*ck!" Xiao Chen was shocked. Seeing a ghost in the daytime was scary enough, but wouldn't it be scary to see a ghost at night? No wonder I felt that this officer was speaking strangely. Although I still didn’t know what the situation was, seeing Fu Yan’s nervous face, I was afraid that something was wrong, so he hurriedly said, "Okay, let’s go back first..."
Before several people could get on their horses, a hoarse voice slowly said, "Now that you're here, don't leave."
Several people heard the sound and looked around, only to see a haggard and thin monk sitting cross-legged in the snow, with a wooden fish in front of him, holding a small key hammer in his right hand, and tapping it gently.
There was a soft buzzing sound like a bell, and several people instantly felt a splitting headache!
"Damn monk, what are you doing?" Duan Ling'er grinned in pain, pulled out the lancet, flew towards him, and stabbed the old monk's bald head!
"The little girl has good Qinggong." The monk praised and tapped the wooden fish lightly.
Before Duan Linger could rush to him, her vision went dark, her whole body became weak, and she couldn't hold the lancet in her hand, and it fell to the ground with a bang.
Tie Kunlun flew past and hugged her back.
"Haha, I didn't realize that you guys are all experts, and you were able to withstand two blasts of my ecstasy drum." The old monk said and tapped again.
There was a muffled sound coming from the mausoleum, and the ground began to tremble!
Under the snowy light, he could see clearly that hundreds of skeletons wearing iron armor and holding steel knives emerged from the ground. They shook the dirt off their bodies and slowly approached Xiao Chen and the others.
Then there was a strange sound of war horses neighing, and hundreds of skeletal warriors wearing black black armor, riding on skeletal war horses that were also wearing black armor, broke out of the ground holding big halberds!
"Where the hell did this come from?" Even though Tie Kunlun was so bold, his face turned pale when he saw this strange situation.
"They came from hell and took you to hell." The old monk laughed and said, "Go, go."
"Go to hell, you big-headed devil!" Xiao Chenxin said, "How dare you not pretend to be a fool with me? I've never seen this scene before!"
When she was in Burma, didn't that witch also perform magic to resurrect the dead?
How did it end? Weren’t they all killed by us too!
You still want to send us to hell. If you don’t go to hell, you will go to hell, you bald ass!
A burst of true energy was transported to the palm of his hand, and he swung it with a palm... Damn it, it didn't work at the critical moment!
"Fu Yan! What should we do now?" Xiao Chen was furious.
Fu Yan is also proficient in occult arts, he should have a way...
Unexpectedly, Fu Yan acted as if he was stupid and turned a deaf ear to Xiao Chen's words. His mouth moved and he muttered, "Go to hell? That's fine. If I don't go to hell, who will?"
"Yes, you have done many evil things in your life and killed countless people. Only by going to hell can you wash away your sins. Go ahead..." The old monk smiled and nodded.
Fu Yan pulled out the steel knife from his waist and put it directly across his neck.
But even though he was in a state of confusion, he still remained conscious and knew that doing so was wrong, so he didn't cut his throat immediately with the knife!
Xiao Chen was shocked when he saw this, and rushed over and grabbed the knife from his hand. Seeing that his eyes were dull, he guessed that he was distracted by the old monk, so he made a sudden decision and struck him on the neck with his palm, knocking him unconscious. .
"I'll go too. When I go to hell, I'll see my parents, my brother, and the others..." Fu Yan just fell to the ground, but Duan Ling'er over there pulled out a lancet and slammed it Stab towards his chest.
Her movements were too fast, and Xiao Chen couldn't save her in time. He screamed and flew towards her, only to see that although Duan Linger's knife stabbed her in the center, it didn't go in because she was wearing a silkworm suit.
Xiao Chen secretly called out to Amitabha, and quickly knocked her out with a light palm.
But he saw Tie Kunlun on the side also getting angry. He clenched his fists and hit his temple directly. Fortunately, Xiao Ye hugged him in time and followed suit, hitting him on the neck with his palm and knocking him unconscious. past.
The five of them started killing each other before they could fight each other. The only ones still standing were Xiao Chen and Xiao Ye.
What’s interesting is that the two of them didn’t lose themselves…
"Why don't you two want to go to hell?" A trace of surprise flashed in the old monk's eyes.
The three ecstasy drums he had just struck had shaken the souls of Fu Yan and others away, and then used his powerful thoughts to invade the sea of consciousness of the three of them, touching the most vulnerable side of their seven emotions and six desires, making them miserable and willing to die.
But Xiao Chen's willpower is too strong. Although he can invade, he can't stir up his emotions, and it seems that he has two seas of consciousness... Isn't this a ghost?
The old monk didn't know that Xiao Chen had traveled through time. He was a person with memories of two lives, so naturally he also had two seas of consciousness...
The old monk didn't know how to teach or learn science, so he suffered a loss!
