I quickly ran to the living room to take a look and found that my father and my mother were both lying on the sofa. They both fainted for some reason.
When I saw this scene, my expression changed on the spot, and I quickly rushed to the bedroom on the second floor.
After I came in, I found that Chen Ling was still sitting upright on the bed, with a dull look on his face, so I relaxed a little.
However, the room looked in a mess, as if someone had rummaged through the cabinets to find something.
Moreover, the air is filled with a very strong Yin Qi.
I am very familiar with that kind of yin energy. It is the yin energy that emanates from the ghost door after it is opened. This is completely different from the yin energy in evil ghosts.
My brows suddenly wrinkled because I couldn't understand. Who would come to my house to open the ghost door?
If this person came here for the Book of Heaven, then I would be more likely to accept it.
"By the way, the Book of Heaven."
I quickly rushed to the drawer and took a look, and found that everything in the drawer had been turned out.
The Xuanmen Secrets that my grandfather passed down to me is still there, but part of it was torn off. I took a look and found that the missing part was exactly the half of the Soul Controlling Book at the back.
It seems that this person really came here for the half of the Heavenly Book.
But is this the same person who arranged the layout in Huilong Town?
Could it be that the other party set up such a dangerous plot in Huilong Town just to lure me away, and then came to my house to take away the half of the Book of Heaven?
If this is the case, wouldn't Chen Ling be in danger?
I quickly ran to the bed and called Chen Ling several times, but she still didn't respond at all and showed no signs of coming back to life.
This time my expression completely changed.
Someone in the house opened the ghost door, and Chen Ling's soul disappeared. You can guess this without thinking. It must have been when Chen Ling stopped that person, he was saved by the other party directly opening the ghost door.
Once a ghost enters the ghost gate, it is equivalent to entering the netherworld, and it completely ceases to exist in this world.
Thinking of this, I suddenly became anxious. I quickly ran to the bathroom to get a basin of water, then took out a candle from the drawer and lit it.
If Chen Ling's soul has really been driven into the underworld, it should be on the Huangquan Road now. If I get down there, it's probably not too late. As long as I don't cross the Naihe Bridge, I can bring her back.
After everything was ready, I bit my middle finger and dripped three drops of blood into the basin. Then I figured out the secret and started to recite the spell.
"I will sacrifice my blood to the underworld, and gather the fierce ghosts to save the souls of the dead. The ghost soldiers and ghosts will listen to my orders and quickly open the gate of the underworld. Do not block the road to the underworld. I will lead the survivors, as hastily as the law... "
As the spell was recited, I quickly took out a Yin Tong Talisman, raised my hand and threw it into the basin in front of me.
At that moment, the entire water surface began to boil. Then, the water in the basin began to rotate rapidly, forming a vortex in the blink of an eye.
I immediately squeezed it with both hands, sat cross-legged, then closed my eyes, and threw my consciousness into the basin in front of me.
At that moment, I just felt like I was falling into a bottomless black hole, and my whole body started to fall continuously.
Or to be precise, I should be pulled by an invisible force and gradually drift into another unknown world.
Because I didn't feel too obvious a sense of weightlessness. My whole body felt light and airy, as if I was floating in an unknown space without any gravity.
I don't know how long this state lasted? It's like you can't feel the passage of any time. Maybe it's been a long time, or maybe it's just a blink of an eye.
Anyway, when I came back to my senses, I was already in a gloomy space.
The surroundings were filled with white mist, which made it difficult to tell the direction. But under my feet, there was a white trail that stretched to the end of the mist in the distance.
I think this is the so-called Huangquan Road.
I turned my head and took a look, and found that deep in the white fog, there was a little light, which was passing through the layers of fog, stubbornly refracting a faint light.
This is the underworld lamp that I lit before entering the underworld. It can guide me on my way back, so that I won't completely lose my way on this road to hell.
Watching the underworld lantern light up, I suddenly felt a little more confident. I quickly turned around and ran along the catwalk under my feet.
Time is tight, so I have to hurry up, otherwise it will be too late by the time Chen Ling crosses the Naihe Bridge.
The gravity of space here seemed to be very weak, so that when I ran, I could hardly feel any resistance and it was not too strenuous. Instead, my whole body felt light and airy, as if I could fly directly with a single leap.
There seemed to be something dormant in the mist on both sides. I could feel the palpitating aura, and there were even figures flashing quickly through the mist.
But I paid no attention to this.
After running for a while, you can gradually see some scattered figures. They are walking on the Huangquan Road in despair. Their eyes are empty and dim, as if they have completely lost their so-called consciousness.
Moreover, the appearance of these figures are also different. Some people are in good health but have pale faces, while others are missing arms and legs, or are covered in blood with only half of their heads left.
There was even a figure with only half of his body left, walking silently forward on the road to hell.
I think their current appearance should represent the different ways each of them died and the tragic state of death.
This looked somewhat scary, but I ignored them and just kept running forward.
I don’t know how long I ran, but suddenly there was a huge sound of water flowing in front of me, like a big rushing river, not far ahead.
Sure enough, I ran not far and saw the surging river. The water was yellow and tumbling, directly in front of me.
As far as I could see, I could see an ancient stone bridge across the river, just connecting the winding path under my feet.
Countless people lined up and stood at the head of the bridge, as if waiting to cross.
I rushed forward quickly, then searched the crowd, and soon saw Chen Ling.
At this time, she was already standing at the end of the bridge, waiting in line like those empty-eyed figures.
