I used the infibulation chain as needle and thread to temporarily lock the ghost bag to prevent the treasure inside from leaking.
For the rest, I'm not worried.
I'm afraid that the cooked food inside will be exposed and the food will be wasted.
You ask me why I carry food with me at all times?
The answer is that it is the duty of a ghost servant to prepare for the worship ceremony at all times.
It's just that it would be too embarrassing to spit it out now.
The Corpse Prince came around curiously: "Boss Ghost Boss, what treasure did you take?"
"A piece of stone or a handful of grass is not a treasure. After all, we are all our own people. Why should I take more of your family's treasures!"
"It's not too much. To save people, just one-tenth of the corpse king's moss is enough. You kid just finished it for me. My forehead is empty now!" The corpse king complained slightly.
I quickly gave a fist-cup salute: "His Royal Highness the Corpse King, I won't disturb you, Prince. I have to go back to save people."
"Prince, come down the mountain and go to Dashang Market when you have time. I will cover your expenses for you!"
The Corpse Prince looked like he understood: "Slow down! How about I send you off? I'll send you back directly!"
He kept holding his feet with his big hands: "I heard that your boy was teasing the female ghost at the gate of the ghost town?"
"When your children are older, parents must understand!"
"Well, come in here!"
The corpse prince looked horrified and dug his fingers into the stone wall: "Father, I was wrong, please forgive me once!"
"Master Ghost, save me!"
I smiled and pretended not to see and left.
Yiyang ran faster.
Driving on the mountain road.
I stopped halfway up the mountain and drove toward a rugged path.
Yiyang looked around, a little confused: "Brother Zai, isn't it right! Isn't this the way home?"
I nodded and drove forward in the direction in my memory: "It's not the way home. I remember there is a hole here, and there is something I want in it!"
Following the trance memory, walking on the real road, reality and illusion overlap.
The memory slowly became clear and unusual.
I walked on the path, twisting and turning, and finally came to a piece of charred land.
Yiyang got out of the car and followed me: "Brother Zai, where are we?"
"I see, why does this look like we've been in a war?"
The car lights shone on the ground, barely allowing us to see the scene clearly.
I picked up a piece of dirt from the ground and said, "There was indeed a war here a few days ago. Are the traces on the mountain familiar?"
"This...was struck by lightning?"
"Yes, Brother Shi should have been fighting the corpse demon here two days ago. I think there should be something I want here!"
I stood up and looked into the car: "Old Dao, go back!"
"With those two boys in the car, everything will be fine!"
"I think the things in front of me are related to the corpse demon. I want to take a look. After all, what happened in Haojia Village was caused by my negligence!"
"In case the corpse demon has a back-up here, if you follow me, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you!"
The old Taoist has no doubt that he is there: "Then please pay attention to your safety, brother, otherwise you can send it to Xiao Jiling first, before you..."
"Forget it, let's not say it anymore. Don't say it anymore. If you don't listen to the old man's advice, you can do it yourself!"
The time at this moment should be three o'clock in the morning.
It dawns early in summer. Although there is no sunshine now, it is not as dark as the night before.
I took out my flashlight and walked on Mang Mountain. The reason why I was familiar with this place had nothing to do with Shi Feiying. It was entirely due to the fact that I had read about Ximen Qing’s memory in Ximen Qing’s memory.
People's hearts are complicated, and sometimes I don't know what I'm thinking.
I was thinking of going home, but who knew I would end up here without paying attention.
Maybe it's because I've always been concerned about my father's affairs and couldn't let go of Mr. Hu.
Even if I listen to my grandma not to use Mr. Hu's kind of magic, I will always find him.
Otherwise, Tao will feel uneasy!
Who can let go of this blood feud!
At night when I can't sleep, those red eyes are always staring at me in my heart.
I must find Mr. Hu, find him, kill him, and kill the nightmare in my heart!
For hatred and for rebirth!
What's more, I have always hidden myself full of hatred in my heart.
I lowered my head and saw the resentment lingering in my hands: "Master Ximen, you really don't stop for a moment, and now you are entangled with me again!"
After I devoured the memory of Ximen Qing, I have always felt a strange force lingering in my heart. I thought it was due to excessive contact with ghosts and the resentment in my heart.
There are many famous scenes like this in the human world or in the underworld.
A leader who has always been righteous, the resentment in his heart aroused and turned into the most evil person.
Therefore, Meng Po Tang in the underworld not only supplies reincarnated ghosts, but also simplifies it for ghosts to use. This is much more effective than psychological treatment!
I waved my hand to dissipate my resentment.
This level of resentment is not a threat to me.
It was just a matter of waving my hand.
However, it still caught my attention. Next time I go to the Chenghuang Temple, I will go to my godfather to get some Meng Po soup to relieve the pain in my heart.
As a civil servant in the Yin Department, you have benefits but don’t use them. What’s the point?
We can't save the company money!
Walking inside, I smelled a familiar smell.
The smell of corpse!
This is the smell of the corpse demon. Thinking about Ximen Qing’s memory, I tried my best to recall: “It turns out that the corpse demon didn’t come out of the ground, but from here!”
With your back against the wall.
As a warrior who puts his life first, the Yin-Zhanbing Sword appeared in my hand, and there was armor attached to my back against the mountain wall.
If you want to yin me, that's impossible!
After all, we are from the underworld!
After taking a few steps forward, it suddenly became clear to me that I was a little surprised by the internal structure of Mang Mountain.
There is a huge tomb in the Corpse King Cave, and this is also a huge cave, but judging from the appearance of the mountain wall, it seems that it was not dug by humans.
Such a big mountain is almost hollow inside.
What does Mang Mountain rely on to stand on this land of the Central Plains?
Walking to the middle of the cave entrance, I saw a pool of water winding downwards.
With the little bit of memory in my memory, I realized that this was not a pool, but the passage that originally greeted the corpse demon.
I just don’t know how so much water is stored in the cave.
I turned on the light on my mobile phone to illuminate the cave, and found that there was nothing strange about the entire cave.
There are several winding charms, which I took pictures with my mobile phone. There is an artificial altar with traces of candles and incense ash on it.
It must have been dug recently.
It’s more likely that Mr. Hu did it!
"So, this is his palace?"
In fact, I have long had an idea in my mind that Mr. Hu should be from the Northeast, and he should be from the Five Immortals family.
I just don’t know if he is a member of the Immortal Family or a disciple of the Immortal Family.
I am worried in my heart. The most important reason why the Five Immortals in the Northeast are called Immortals is because they practice the way of merit.
What you cultivate is the way of heaven.
But what Mr. Hu did, to steal souls from the underworld, was obviously against heaven.
Do the leaders of the Immortal Family know about this matter, or have they never heard of it?
There was wind in the cave. I listened to the wind, closed my eyes, opened my eyes and looked into the pool: "There is something in here!"
