As he entered the crack, Wang Ye subconsciously stopped, carrying the wooden chair, and looked around cautiously.
When visiting a strange place, observing the terrain first has become a habit that Wang Ye has developed over the years.
The area within the crack is large, at least several thousand square meters.
There are only four buildings under the vast land. The style, shape, and volume of the buildings are completely the same, and there is no difference visible from the outside.
Except for the four buildings, the deepest part seems to be surrounded by a fence.
There are also trees planted in other open spaces.
Generally speaking, except for the ancient style, everything else seems very ordinary and ordinary.
Of course, if anyone really believed it, he would die.
There was no one in this vast space, and the doors to two of the buildings were open.
Recalling the walking posture and shape of the mourning ghost, Wang Ye gradually became gloomy. He replaced the brazier with a wooden chair, held it in his arms, and slowly entered a building with a mourning hat on.
Xiao Si followed Wang Ye closely.
Inside the building is a somewhat retro ancestral hall. Judging from the style, it seems to be quite old.
At the front of the ancestral hall, there are three rows of spiritual tablets, but there are no names on them and they are blank.
The candle next to the memorial tablet has been completely burned out, and a few drops of wax can be faintly seen.
On the ground, there were four futons.
With the arrival of Wang Ye, vigilant eyes were instantly fixed on Wang Ye.
Because I arrived relatively late, five people had already entered the room at this time.
They are two young men whose bodies exude the unique golden light of the Buddhist people, the old man who previously set up a wonton stall, and a middle-aged woman.
Finally, there was a big man with a full beard.
Ignoring the gazes of several people, Wang Ye's walking posture became increasingly stiff, and his body continued to exude the unique Yin energy of ghosts.
Sure enough, after feeling Wang Ye's aura, these five people became more vigilant and subconsciously stayed away from Wang Ye.
After all, after eternal night, ghosts...
Already synonymous with power.
As for Xiaosi behind Wang Ye, they did not dare to observe him more because of Wang Ye himself.
In the ancestral hall, the sound of chanting can be heard faintly.
It seemed like there was a kind of magic that kept echoing in my mind.
Through the back of the spiritual throne, there seems to be a secret door that allows you to enter the back hall.
After searching the ancestral hall to no avail, the old man obviously focused his attention on the location behind the ancestral hall.
Everyone looked at each other warily, while Wang Ye stood stiffly, thinking in his heart, but there was no trace on his face.
There seemed to be no emotion whatsoever.
At this time, a wooden fish sound sounded in the ancestral hall.
The voice was a little hoarse, not as ethereal as the normal wooden fish voice, which made people feel particularly uncomfortable.
And on the ancestral hall, the blank spiritual tablet in the corner suddenly began to change.
It seems that there is a pair of invisible hands, slowly carving on the spiritual position, one stroke... one stroke.
The people who were already vigilantly observing the surroundings immediately focused their attention on the spiritual throne.
finally...
The characterization is complete.
'Zhong Hongfang'
In the corner, a young man with a hooked nose suddenly changed his expression.
This is his real name!
The next moment, his skin began to crack strangely, and strands of blood continued to gush out of his body and flow to the ground.
And the blood on the ground disappeared as if it had been swallowed up.
Just when Zhong Hongfang was about to die, the rosary on his wrist emitted bursts of golden light, forming a halo and covering him.
He looked ecstatic and breathed a sigh of relief.
But in just three seconds, the rosary suddenly exploded to pieces. Before the joy on his face dissipated, his whole person was completely turned into a puddle of flesh, and finally even the flesh was completely swallowed up by the floor.
Another Buddhist candidate in the ancestral hall looked at this scene with horror on his face for the first time.
He knew very well what Zhong Hongfang's rosary was!
Does this mean that not even the elders of the Buddhist clan can give them a sense of security...
He, who was originally full of confidence, was full of fear for this ancient domain for the first time.
The pupils of several others shrank suddenly.
The old man didn't know what he was muttering, and without hesitation, he flashed past the memorial tablet and broke into the back hall.
The middle-aged woman followed closely behind the old man and looked at the people behind her with vigilance.
The bearded man didn't know what he was thinking about. He just stood in the corner and made no other movements.
The young man was obviously a little uneasy. After discovering that the trump card he had always been confident in was ineffective, he directly broke through the defense and lived up to his calmness.
Wang Ye, standing in the middle of the main hall pretending to be a ghost, hugging a wooden chair, kept thinking.
Is this spiritual position similar to a curse that kills people?
That man's rosary was obviously a good magic weapon, but it could only last three seconds.
And...in the ancestral hall, the sound of chanting sutras seemed to be a little louder at this moment.
Sure enough, as Zhang Ziliang said, this place called the Ancient Territory is in crisis everywhere.
A little carelessness can lead to death.
However, no matter what kind of danger it is, there will always be a glimmer of hope.
He, Wang Ye, wants to bet on this!
As the chanting became louder and louder, Wang Ye's body control seemed to have weakened a bit.
This sutra sounds like it wants to control one's body.
But where did the sound come from, the back hall?
At this time, the old man came back from the back hall with the middle-aged woman, with a look of disappointment on his face.
"What's in the back hall?"
The silent atmosphere was broken, and the bearded man stood in the corner and asked coldly.
The old man's face looked a little honest: "There is nothing."
The room became quiet again.
This old guy is not as upright as he looks.
Wang Ye glanced at the old man imperceptibly, his face remaining numb.
There was a bit of solemnity in the air.
At this time, the sound of wooden fish sounded again.
"Luo Ping."
Next to the token engraved with Zhong Hongfang's name, a person's name appeared again on the second token.
Looking at the name, Wang Ye controlled his facial expression so as not to reveal any flaws, but there was a bit of murderous intent in his heart.
This is an existence that rarely makes Wang Ye suffer.
Last time in Lin'an City, if this person didn't have a life-threatening mentality, he might have fallen into trouble.
After coming back, he had been thinking about this guy, but he just didn't have time to solve it.
he...
Are you here too?
Looking at the ancestral hall with empty eyes.
In the corner, the bearded man's expression did not change at all, but he rushed to the futon at an extremely fast speed and sat down.
It seemed as if it had been prepared for a long time.
On the spiritual throne, Luo Ping's name was slightly distorted, and then disappeared.
"This futon!"
A glint flashed in the old man's eyes. He looked at each other and the middle-aged woman, each of them took a futon and put it in their hands.
Then he looked around cautiously.
