After calming my breath, I raised my legs and walked towards Kun's position.
If I don't suppress this "thing", I won't be able to continue to carefully study the innate sixteen hexagrams Feng Shui house here. This hanging thorn may kill me at any time.
After a while, I came to the stone door where Kun was standing. When I put my hand on it, my breathing still became a little faster.
Because if I miscalculated again and opened the wrong door, another "dirty thing" might be released, which would be even more fatal.
My hands were trembling slightly, and my heart was already in my throat. I squinted my eyes, suppressed all the messy thoughts, and quickly touched the lower west side of the wall with my palms, and immediately felt a small bulge. Getting up, I pressed down without hesitation.
With a creaking sound, the door opened slowly...
I watched the movement in the house warily.
Before I knew it, the sunset had already set, and night fell. The faint moonlight shone in from behind me, and the light in the house was dim and gloomy.
This room is similar in size to Xuchanglin's house, thirty to forty square meters, but it is much emptier here.
A coffin is in the center of the room, and the lid is open...
A hint of joy flashed through my heart. Did I find something wrong? right here? What Zhang Er released was the "thing" in the coffin?!
At this moment, the feeling of thorns in the back suddenly became several times heavier!
The icy chill hit me, and I could even feel the pores on my face expanding rapidly, and there was a slight numbing and tingling sensation.
I tried my best to steady my breathing, carefully walked inside, and entered the house directly.
After making sure that there were no other "things" in the house, I found the right room. As long as it came in, I would take the opportunity to go out or try it with it.
No matter whether I suppress it or destroy it, only by getting rid of the threat of this "thing" in the dark can I have the energy to study the hexagrams properly.
I walked to the coffin, turned my head and looked inside, and found that the coffin was empty and there was nothing. I was even more sure that I was not mistaken.
But at this time, the feeling of being stared at became even stronger, and it was no longer one thorn, but several!
Turning around suddenly, I saw at a glance two people squatting against the wall on both sides of the door!
These were two extremely thin children. They were curled up and squatting on the ground. Their movements were extremely pitiful, and their faces looked extremely ferocious and painful.
What's even more unbearable to look at is that a hole was cut on their heads, and dim candles were burning...
This room where corpses are kept is equipped with two men made of boys to light candles as long-lasting lamps?
Outside the house, the wind suddenly blew. The wind was not strong, but it whined strangely.
There was a soft clang, as if someone had struck a gong.
This sound seemed even clearer and more abrupt in the already empty courtyard.
The sound of tiny footsteps came, and each step seemed to step on people's hearts, making people feel depressed and suffocated.
At this time, I had already held the Dizhi pen in my right hand and took out the inkstone in my left hand.
At the door, a person walked in.
That man looks vaguely familiar to me, and there is a corpse on his back...
The corpse is what's here, and that person is a person from Jingkou Village!
When I went to Jingkou Village, a lot of people gathered outside the City God's Temple. I don't know who this person was, but I must have seen him among the villagers.
He is quite old, at least seventy years old. His face is wrinkled and covered with age spots. His eyes are particularly cloudy. He looks like he is about to run out of energy. He is dressed in a dark burial suit with a There are some lines that are so white that they penetrate people.
If you look closely, the lines look like distorted human faces?
This person definitely cannot be the object of suppression in this room, the body on his back is!
I looked at him warily, all the muscles in my body tensed up.
I could clearly see the corpse. It was a female corpse. Her hair was down and tightly wrapped around the old man's neck. What was even more terrifying was that there was a hole at the top of her head, and there was a faint candle. The fire is burning, and this is also a person lighting a candle!
My eyelids fluttered uncontrollably, and the air around me seemed to become thick and condensed.
The old man continued walking inside, holding the gong and gong in his hand. The gong hammer struck the gong with a "Dang!" sound, making a harsh sound.
I moved slightly to the side, ready to take action or jump out at any time.
I thought at this moment that there was already a paper-maker suppressing him in this room. This was another corpse with a candle lit. The paper-maker's methods were what I saw at the old man who stole life, that is, the gatekeeper of Yuan Huashao. Pass.
Is it possible that Yuan Huashao's abilities were all stolen from different people? !
After he takes away those means, if he likes them, he will use them himself, and if he doesn't like them, he will give them to his subordinates to use?
"It's a dark night and the wind is high, thieves are coming in, and candles are burning the soul!" A sharp and harsh voice suddenly came from the old man's mouth, which made my ears buzz and tinnitus!
