Wang Ye still stood there, making no move.
If this spiritual card can be solved so easily, then this ancient domain will not be as dangerous as the legend says.
I just don’t know what the effect will be if Xiao Si’s name appears on the spirit tablet.
Luo Ping's appearance has obviously changed, but his original name still appears.
As for my human skin mask, I don't know if it can block the breath of the spirit tablet, or whether the name of the mourning ghost will appear.
If you are a mourner...
That's all the fun.
While Wang Ye was thinking, the voice of chanting sutras unknowingly became louder.
The young man with a broken mentality gradually calmed down, grabbed a futon, and held it firmly in his hands.
There is only one futon left.
Wang Ye still didn't act, but everyone was not too surprised. After all... this was a ghost.
Outside the door, footsteps sounded.
A figure with stiff steps and a cold face walked in.
Wang Ye's calm heart couldn't help but beat violently when he saw the person he should be.
This person...
With his own face!
And he looks exactly like me, even his expressions are lifelike. Apart from walking a little stiffly, there is nothing the same as me.
After the figure entered, Luo Ping, who was sitting on the futon, had strong murderous intent in his eyes and stared at the figure.
And this time...
The third wooden fish is struck.
Skipping the spiritual tablet where Luo Ping's name was previously written, the writing on the third spiritual tablet was floating.
First write the word "王".
"Is it me?"
Wang Ye frowned slightly.
But soon, as the second word emerged, Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and remained calm.
'Wang Xue'an'
The middle-aged woman subconsciously set her sights on the honest old man.
The old man behaved calmly, imitating Luo Ping and sitting on the futon.
Sure enough, the words on the spiritual tablet flickered slightly, slowly disappeared, and returned to blank.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief.
But at this time, Luo Ping's expression suddenly changed, and there was a sharp pain in his butt.
He stood up suddenly, only to find that the futon was completely connected to his skin at some point.
Luo Ping pulled the futon hard, but blood vessels surged out of the futon, and it fit perfectly with his butt.
The blood in his body was constantly being extracted by the futon, causing his skin color to become abnormally pale.
Gritting his teeth, Luo Ping took out a knife from his waist with a hint of determination and chopped off half of his butt and the blood vessels.
You can vaguely see the white bones.
Blood kept dripping from Luo Ping's legs to the ground and disappeared.
The flesh and blood stuck to the futon dried up at an extremely fast speed, like dried bacon, and finally turned into ashes and scattered in the air.
After the mutation ended, the blood vessels retracted into the futon, as if nothing had happened.
In just a few seconds, Luo Ping walked through the gate of hell. If he hadn't been extremely decisive and dared to attack himself, he might have been a corpse.
But even so, he became extremely weak and pale.
The expressions of the young man and the middle-aged woman suddenly changed, and they decisively threw the futon in their hands to the ground.
Sweat was dripping from the old man's forehead.
He stood up and found that, like Luo Ping, blood vessels had penetrated into his butt at some point.
"Brother, lend me the knife!"
The old man didn't have such a large weapon on him, he looked at Luo Ping and shouted.
Luo Ping's eyes flickered slightly and he said nothing.
"In your current state, it won't be difficult for me to kill you!"
The old man gritted his teeth and exuded murderous intent. The middle-aged woman stood beside the old man and looked at Luo Ping with a very unkind look.
Luo Ping didn't say anything, just threw the knife away from him.
Such a simple action once again involved the wound, causing Luo Ping to frown slightly in pain.
The old man took the knife, gritted his teeth and slashed hard.
The knife rose and fell, and the futon fell to the ground.
The middle-aged woman hurriedly took two steps forward and supported the somewhat frail old man.
Under the strange situation, everyone has already thought of leaving here.
The figure wearing Wang Ye's face looked at the spiritual throne with some curiosity and took two steps forward.
Under two consecutive blows, the young man gritted his teeth and walked out of the door.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, the chanting in the ancestral hall suddenly became louder. The young man let out a scream, backed away with his head in his hands, and fell to the ground, right at Wang Ye's feet.
Feeling the cold ghostly aura emanating from Wang Ye's body, the young man quickly crawled back two steps away from Wang Ye's position.
Feeling the young man's emotional changes, Wang Ye felt a little funny.
Through Zhang Ziliang's phone call, he already knew that these young people should all be from the Buddhist tribe.
However, it seems that the Buddha clan seems to be living a somewhat comfortable life. The energy fluctuations emitted by this guy are not weak, but he seems to have no experience in dealing with supernatural events and is too immature.
In this ancient domain, even if you survive, you probably won't be able to survive for long.
'Are you not allowed to leave...'
However, after the young man asked for directions, Wang Ye vaguely understood one of the rules of this ancestral hall. After entering, he was not allowed to leave easily.
Thinking about it, Wang Ye walked stiffly and deliberately walked past the man holding his face, and entered the back hall under the watchful eyes of everyone.
The fact that the old man came out safe and sound at least means that the back hall is safe for the time being.
The back hall is dusty and looks very simple. There is only a Buddha statue painted with gold paint, lying on its side with a smile on its face.
Judging from the dust on the desk in front of the Buddha statue, it seemed that something should have been placed there before, but someone took it away.
Is it that old man?
After searching around carefully and confirming that there was nothing that could be taken away in the back hall, Wang Ye resisted the idea of knocking off two pieces of gold paint from the Buddha statue and returned to the main hall.
Sure enough, although Luo Ping was afraid of death, he still had enough brains.
He did not stay there and wait for death, but kept looking for something in the main hall.
The old man, supported by the middle-aged woman, also groped around.
Wang Ye noticed that the old man's coat pockets were somewhat bulging.
really...
The stuff is with him.
Not knowing when the wooden fish would sound, several people frantically searched for a solution and searched for everything in the house that could be taken away.
After all, no one comes here just to travel.
On the floor in the corner, Luo Ping calmly held a rosary in his hand.
This was supposed to be a bunch, but it somehow broke and only one was found.
I looked around carefully and found no other similar beads.
In the distance, a middle-aged woman gently held a burned-out bronze oil lamp in her arms.
The other 'Wang Ye' was still looking blankly at the tomb, with memories faintly on his face.
As for the young man, he was sitting on the ground as if he were dead, his eyes full of fear.
