Time, between the third and fourth branches of the ghost with hair, seemed to pass without meaning.
The sun rises and sets, it is bright and dark.
The mountain pool is still so quiet, and the corpses on the shore are still so shriveled.
It has not returned to its original shape or become swollen just because it was soaked in water.
I don’t know how many times the day and night have changed.
I don’t know how much time has passed...
One evening, when a faint lively mist floated on the mountain pond.
Change has happened.
The fog no longer appears and dissipates every day, but slowly flows towards a shore.
There is a piece of white marble coffin lid leaning against it.
One hand was exposed outside the coffin lid.
The fingers are grasping in vain, as if trying to grasp the sky...
But he couldn't grasp the sky, he could only touch the flowing mist.
The weak breathing seemed to come from under the coffin lid.
It's just that this breath is too weak, as if it will disappear and be cut off at any time.
It works very hard to continue to exist...
The mist followed that hand and spread under the coffin lid...
From then on, every day when there is fog in the mountain pool, the fog will definitely move here.
Even when there is no mist, the invisible and immaterial life is still flowing towards this place...
That hand was gradually covered with red hair.
After that, the fluff clung to the skin and slowly changed into light blue.
It changed from light green to dark green, and finally the fuzz completely dissipated, leaving only bluish and gray skin.
Time, I don’t know if it’s been one year or two years.
Suddenly one night, the hand moved, from a weak grasp to a tight grasp!
Under the moonlight, this scene looks extremely terrifying!
The next moment, the white marble coffin lid suddenly bounced up and fell heavily towards the coffin not far away!
There was a muffled sound, and the coffin lid pressed tightly against the coffin.
Under the previous coffin lid, a person stood upright.
The blood on the light blue Taoist robe has completely disappeared.
Yang Qingshan's face has a light bluish complexion, and his eyes contain a faint hint of cyan.
The slightly sunken cheeks now give people a rather dark and mean look.
Yang Qingshan stared blankly at everything in front of him.
He didn't move for a long time.
As time passed slowly, the mist on the mountain pool gradually formed and flowed towards Yang Qingshan.
After wrapping around him, it slowly entered his body.
Feeling the vitality slowly nourishing his dry body, Yang Qingshan lowered his head, raised his hand, and slowly moved his fingers.
In my heart, there was a haze like a huge mountain.
He pressed his hand on his chest again, and his weak breathing, which could be interrupted at any time, made his heart struggle even more.
As the most outstanding Taoist priest of the Liu family, how could he not know what was happening?
He was pressed under the coffin lid and was dying.
But the unwillingness in his heart made him dying for a long time.
Logically speaking, the method of asking for gods should have ended long ago.
But he never died.
Logically speaking, this breath should have been swallowed long ago, but he never swallowed it...
He took out something else from his body.
It was a rattle.
However, the rattle was broken.
"Xing'er..." Yang Qingshan's hand shook again.
Now that he has become like this, no one knows how much time has passed.
What happened to the Qiang people?
Liu family, what happened?
The only son Jin'er left him must follow his father...
What will be the result?
"Chess pieces..." Yang Qingshan murmured hoarsely.
He took a step and crossed the mountain pool easily.
It fell into the big room in the center.
At a glance, he saw a heavy coffin inside the house.
"Qiu Chudao?" Yang Qingshan murmured again.
He closed his eyes and opened them again after a long time.
Taking a step forward, he walked to the coffin, raised his hand, and was about to open the lid.
He saw through his father's true colors, especially now that he didn't know how much time had passed.
Going back at this time may not mean much anymore.
Another point is that he may not be able to enter the Liu family now, let alone the Qiang people.
He knew all the Taoist priests of the Liu family very well. As long as he appeared within their range, he would definitely be attacked by a group of people before he saw Liu Sanyuan.
Corpse and Tao cannot conspire.
The Liu family will do justice for heaven and will kill all monsters and monsters!
What he has to do now is to do one more thing for the Qiang people and the Liu family.
Open the coffin, take out the burial shadow and view the mountain!
However, this Burying Shadow and Viewing Mountain cannot be given to his father, but he must find a way to give it to his master!
The Qiang people need to look at things squarely!
Thoughts came quickly, almost instantly.
He moved faster and landed on the coffin.
However, his hand passed through...
Yang Qingshan was stunned. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the tile roof above.
The refracted moonlight seemed to be shining on him...
"Fake?" Yang Qingshan's already green face instantly became gloomier, as if an unknown fire was igniting from his chest.
He shook his hand hard to the right.
There was a loud bang, and a huge splash exploded in the water!
The originally peaceful mountain pool was no longer peaceful, with ripples everywhere.
He passed the big house again and looked around at the entire Zhijiao Mountains.
The Qiang people's Feng Shui technique can't tell where the real grave is.
This, I am afraid, is the Shadow Viewing Mountain that his father is looking for...
Hand, pressing on the chest.
That nameless fire could not be suppressed for a long time.
The emotions in his heart also became extremely depressed.
Unexpectedly, with this appearance, he can't even control his emotions?
In this case, once you go out...
Once you meet the Liu family Taoist priest.
That's not just the Taoist priest of the Liu family...
The consequences are already unimaginable.
Yang Qingshan turned his head again and looked at the white marble coffin.
This time, he finally saw those words.
"The water of Yin Long flows in favor of Yang. Those who see the coffin will die."
He jumped up, and when he landed next, he was standing directly on the coffin.
He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
What came to mind was what Li Yinyang said to him back then.
His mother is also a green corpse, but a harmless green corpse.
The corner of Yang Qingshan's mouth became extremely severe.
He murmured: "You can't bear to be kissed by a poisonous person, father. After more than thirty years of planning, you can only draw water from a bamboo basket."
"You won't give in." "Who is the next person you are prepared to sacrifice and use?" Yang Qingshan is not ready to leave.
At least, when he couldn't control his emotions and couldn't understand his body as a living corpse, he would not leave the mountain pool for another half step.
At least he knew there was one more thing he could do.
Because his father will definitely come here again.
He wants to clean up the door!
Just like what he and Liu Tianniu said at the beginning.
Everything is for the Qiang people!
The cold and silent night turned into day again, and the day turned into night again.
Yang Qingshan just kept sitting on the white marble coffin, motionless, like a sculpture.
It's more like drawing the ground as a prison.
