There was no rush to search for supernatural objects. In Wang Ye's opinion, if he did not solve this spiritual position and the seemingly innocent chanting sound, he would still be unable to escape death sooner or later.
Now if these people go through it again, I don’t know if they are just helping the living people to collect them in the end.
Recalling everything that happened since entering the ancestral hall, Wang Ye kept thinking.
'Boom...'
The fourth wooden fish sound sounded.
This hoarse voice was like a signal from the God of Death.
Everyone's bodies froze in place at the same time.
Even if the name has appeared on the spiritual tablet, there are no exceptions for those who are not dead.
Who knows if this damn thing can write names repeatedly.
On the fourth spiritual tablet, writing appeared.
'Wang Ye'
His name appeared on the spiritual tablet.
Wang Ye's brain was running rapidly. First, he was not sure whether his human skin mask could shield the spiritual position.
If possible, why would my name still appear instead of the mourning ghost?
How does this spirit position judge other people's names?
face? Impossible, Luo Ping has already confirmed it for himself.
but...
Now, there is another 'Wang Ye' in the house!
Who is the name on the spiritual throne?
Wang Ye instantly stood in front of a futon, waiting quietly.
Even if there was any abnormality about him, he would sit down without hesitation. In the worst case, he would lose half of his butt.
One second.
Two seconds.
Luo Ping's gaze in the distance was fixed on 'Wang Ye', full of pleasure.
Nothing unusual?
It seems that the human skin mask can block the detection of the spirit position.
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the guy holding his face.
The figure seemed to be shaking slightly. Wang Ye closed his eyes and calmed down to feel that there seemed to be a strange energy fluctuation in the air.
'Wang Ye''s body trembled, but he still looked at the coffin quietly.
The next second...
The spiritual body trembled violently, then suddenly exploded and turned into sawdust.
Everyone watching this scene was completely shocked and speechless.
this...
What happened!
This was something strange that had never happened before.
But 'Wang Ye' still stood quietly as if he should be like this.
But behind him, Wang Ye clearly felt that after the strange energy wrapped around the figure, it seemed to be swallowed up and disappeared directly.
The young man, who had been sitting on the ground and fell into madness, stood up excitedly after seeing this, untied a cloth bag at his waist, took out a Buddhist sword from inside, rushed towards the spiritual place, and kept slashing With.
but...
The sword was shattered, but the spiritual position was safe and sound.
Wang Ye looked at this scene, but he was a little shocked.
This bag...
The length of the sword cannot be contained in the bag!
Storage?
As I have more and more supernatural items, that backpack can no longer meet my needs!
Including this time, in order to pretend to be a ghost, he deliberately abandoned his backpack and only carried a few important things with him.
If you have this thing, it will bring you great convenience.
Perhaps, take action to kill this young man now?
But this would expose some problems, and Wang Ye hesitated.
wrong!
The young man who died before was both from the Buddhist clan, so he should be equally talented. After all, the two of them should be at the same level.
It's just that the man's body turned into mud and sank into the ground.
Wang Ye walked stiffly to the place where the man died and kept searching on the ground.
finally...
In the corner, there was an abandoned cloth bag.
Wang Ye pretended to be curious, picked up the bag, held it in his hand, and turned it over casually.
With the injection of energy, Wang Ye could clearly see the space inside the bag.
Although it's not big, only about one square meter, it...
This is better than having too many backpacks.
Just how this thing was made, Wang Ye pondered.
Space powers?
Like that old man in the library?
It is still similar to the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm recorded in ancient books.
Although it is not yet clear how this thing is made, there seems to be a lot of good things in it.
These young men were struggling with where they came from. They could only be too lucky and one of them died when they came up. Otherwise, with that man's strength and a bag of items, he would have to spend a lot of time to kill him.
Satisfied, Wang Ye hung the bag on his waist and glanced at the young man not far away who seemed to be crazy.
There should be quite a few good things in that guy's bag.
It seems that even if I don't gain anything from this trip to the ancient domain, I can still gain a lot just from the contributions of a few Buddhist clans.
After all, there are not only supernatural items here, but also what Tianzhu lacks most... Buddhist scriptures.
Maybe I can learn from Buddhist scriptures and extend them to something more suitable for myself.
But don't worry, this young man can be killed at any time, and it doesn't look like any trouble.
At this time, the sound of chanting sutras in the ancestral hall increased again, as if it would be intensified every time the wooden fish was struck.
Everyone in the room felt a little bit wrong at this time.
Even Wang Ye was a little impetuous in his heart.
Fortunately, his current mental power has been further enhanced in Scavenger City, so he still doesn't show any abnormalities.
But the eyes of the young man, Luo Ping, and the old man were getting redder and redder.
The middle-aged woman seemed to be just resisting.
The several people were rummaging for things faster and faster, and the movement began to get louder. It was obvious that they could no longer suppress the violent emotions in their hearts.
Originally, Wang Ye thought that the young man from the Buddhist tribe should be the first to get into trouble.
But I didn't expect...
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The middle-aged woman who seemed to be able to hold on the longest suddenly burst into laughter.
The laughter was full of madness, and then he left the old man behind and walked numbly to the back hall.
Her steps gradually became stiff and numb, and under the shocked eyes of the old man, she came to the Buddha statue in the back hall.
Several people rushed into the back hall at the same time, observing carefully.
Wang Ye stood in the main hall, found a position where he could see clearly, and watched silently.
The woman slowly knelt in front of the Buddha statue, with piety in her eyes and her hands clasped together.
Then, an ugly smile was pulled onto his face.
Vaguely, it is so similar to the smile of the Buddha statue.
Finally, her body decomposed in just a moment, like a rotting corpse that had been dead for several months, exuding a foul odor.
After that, the flesh rots faster and becomes a withered skeleton.
Gradually, not even the dead bones were left, turning into a wisp of dust and disappearing in front of the Buddha statue.
A strong sense of fear filled the hearts of everyone.
Even the sound of chanting sutras has begun to kill people!
I don’t know when the sound of wooden fish will suddenly sound, the futon that I can’t sit on, and the noisy chanting...
Just the first building at the entrance, the ancestral hall at the entrance, is already full of fatal crises.
them...
Somewhat desperate.
