"It's not an option to sit still and wait for death, not to mention that on August 15th, our master-disciple meeting has not yet come."
Yun Kong smiled bitterly: "Master..."
"I've thought about it, this should be a place for refining Gu."
"Refining Gu?"
"The human Gu you saw was probably made here."
"Then... wouldn't everyone be fighting each other..." Yun Kong thought for a while: "What's going on with those puppet-like people upstairs?"
"Obviously, the owner of this family specializes in sorcery." Po Lu said, "Those people should have lost their souls and only have their souls left. The soul is sentient but the soul is ruthless, so they can be manipulated like puppets. of."
"Then the owner of this family not only knows how to raise voodoo, but also knows other evil arts!"
Po Lu shook his head: "No, maybe this is not another kind of evil magic, but also a voodoo technique. It is recorded in ancient books that after a poisoner kills a person, he not only possesses the victim's property, but can also use his soul."
"Master means that those upstairs are the victims of the poison and then lost their souls..."
"The same goes for the ones downstairs. People with souls but no souls can't think. They only react like animals. If you add a curse to them, they become human poisons."
Yun Kong felt chills all over after hearing this. He couldn't imagine what it would be like if he became one of these corpse-like creatures. "This house is so huge, I'm afraid it's just using poison to gather wealth..."
"Silence...listen..." Polu pointed upward.
Yun Kong pricked up his ears and listened carefully.
Someone was muttering something unknown, like a curse. The curse was filled with a strange smell of blood, corroding the dead air in the dungeon.
"It's a voodoo curse, a curse used to refine voodoo." Po Lu said with certainty, "The reason why voodoo becomes voodoo is this kind of curse...Yunkong, plug your ears."
"Yes." Yun Kong hurriedly took out some tissue paper from the bag and stuffed his ear canal.
Po Lu walked to Uncle Mo and Yan Kong and said, "Let's move to an empty corner first. Something may happen later." Then he plugged their ears.
After the four people gathered together, Brochure put out the fire and waited quietly in the darkness.
The mantra is still humming in the humid air, and the water molecules are also trembling uneasily due to the mantra.
As the spell gradually strengthened, there was movement in the darkness.
Those skinny people stood up one after another, turned their shrunken eyes, and searched in the darkness.
Without warning, the dungeon suddenly became bright, with several lanterns hanging from the high ceiling.
This time, Yun Kong and the others could really see the inside of the dungeon.
This is a huge room the size of an atrium. Except for the walls which are painted with plaster, the floor is covered with wet black mud.
Those people had all stood up, raising their heads and sniffing vigorously.
A fragrance wafted from nowhere, it was the smell of meat!
Those people searched around greedily, making gurgling and swallowing sounds in their throats, but they forgot that the saliva had already dried up.
Soon, someone began to scream, like the sound of the wind.
The number of people wailing increased one after another, and the dungeon echoed with hellish cries.
With a "bang", the hole on the top opened, and a large piece of hot, meaty ribs was thrown in.
The piece of meat fell right in the center.
In an instant, the screams stopped, leaving a silence as quiet as dead water.
"Meat……"
Someone whispered, with a little doubt in his tone.
"Meat!"
"Meat!"
The hungry people screamed horribly, and they all rushed towards the only piece of meat.
They pushed others away, kicked those who came close to the flesh, and bit their companions with their dry mouths.
Their eyes start to turn red, their stomachs start to secrete acid, and their intestines start to move.
"Yunkong, look." Polu pointed secretly, and saw that the entrance of the cave had been opened. Although no one was visible, some figures could be seen blocking part of the light.
"Can you jump up there?"
Yun Kong considered it for a moment: "Okay."
"Then you go up first, and the master will arrive soon." Polu whispered, "Be careful not to miss that person's path."
Yun Kong took out the mahogany sword and leaned against the earth wall, carefully avoiding the group of puppets competing for the meat.
He couldn't bear to look at the scene in front of him. He saw many dead losers lying on the ground. He saw people killing each other and destroying each other's lives...
He wanted to do something, but couldn't.
He concentrated on his luck, pushed down his breath and said, "Quick!" and jumped towards the entrance of the cave.
Success! Yun Kong jumped out of the dungeon, quickly jumped to the side, and wanted to use the mahogany sword to attack the figure he saw just now, but there was no one around him.
Yun Kong was very surprised, because he did see a human figure just now.
It was already dark outside, and there were a few lanterns in the corridor, illuminating the corridor with a bright yellow color.
Yun Kong shouted towards the cave: "Master! There is no one!" Suddenly he remembered that everyone had plugged their ears and quickly removed the cloth from his own ears.
As soon as he took out the cloth strip, low-pitched incantations as thin as silk immediately penetrated his ears.
"There's someone!" Yun Kongjing just started to feel wary, and he already felt a sticky hot pain in his back.
His senses are more sensitive than ordinary people. This sticky and hot pain is the hostility of the attacker with murderous intentions!
Fear instantly made his whole body numb. He turned around to see what was going on, and saw a point of light coming towards him.
Yun Kong searched in the bag in panic, only to realize that the bronze mirror was still in the dungeon.
He only hesitated for a second or two before the light point silently penetrated into his chest.
There was a hazy noise in his ears, as if someone was cooking in his head, and then his body fell back involuntarily, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The ceiling is laughing.
No, it's the man on the ceiling who's laughing.
Yun Kong muttered in his heart: Oh, it turns out the person chanting the curse is on the ceiling...
The man had a head full of white hair hanging around his ears, his upper body exposed two ferocious rows of ribs, and his whole body exuded a terrifying evil aura.
He smiled at Yun Kong and kept reciting the mantra.
Spells are powerful words, and curses carry evil thoughts, which invade Yun Kong's consciousness from his ears, and then transform his body from consciousness.
Yun Kong felt the curse pouring into his ears like hot oil, burning his consciousness.
So, he closed his eyes and concentrated his mind...
Polu asked Uncle Mo to carry Yankong to the entrance of the dungeon. They had already removed the cloth strips that blocked his ears. The curses immediately came to press him, but there was no sign of Yunkong.
Po Lu was suspicious, so he picked up the bronze mirror on the ground and jumped onto the ground.
What caught his eyes were two people. One was Yun Kong, who was lying motionless on the ground, and the other was the servant at the end of the corridor, the servant who led them into the village!
The servant kept looking up in fear.
"Oops!" Polu hurriedly used his bronze mirror to block him, just in time to catch several flying Gus coming towards him.
He heard clearly that the mantras were coming from above...
The broken shoes were experienced at the end. Immediately, his legs were shoulder-width apart, his knees were lightly paused, his mind was calmed, and he hugged Yuan Shouyi, immediately blocking the noise from all directions, although the sound was still transmitted to the ear canal, although the auditory area of the brain was still receiving He could detect nerve signals, but it had no effect on his consciousness at all.
He blended into the background, he forgot himself, and reached the state of forgetting both things and myself. To the surroundings, he became a tree on the roadside.
Suddenly, the group of Gu lost their target and flew around.
Because they don't attack fleshless and unconscious trees.
Polu spreads the breath from Dantian bit by bit, flows into the veins of the body, blends with the surrounding world, and turns into a cool and comfortable air.
The violence and bloodshed lingering in the air around them are being eliminated and faded bit by bit.
Even the people on the ceiling were in a daze and forgot to recite the mantra.
Uncle Mo had already pushed Yan Kong out of the dungeon, and was trying hard to climb up. When he saw everything in front of him, he was at a loss.
The broken shoes are like an old monk who has entered meditation, standing still.
Yun Kong was lying on the ground, his face was like gold paper. If he wasn't still breathing, he would have thought he was dead.
At the end of the corridor, the servant who was always trembling was still trembling, always afraid of something...
Waves of coolness burst out from the broken shoes and blew onto Uncle Mo.
Uncle Mo also saw it...
That person is on the ceiling. Although he is too thin to be human, he is that person!
That master of the Ling family!
He had seen the master of the Ling family. He often took several servants to collect farm rent. He looked evil and evil. He suddenly became skinny and skinny, and his appearance was countless times more hideous than before!
