The three of them finally reached the source of the ghosts. They didn't expect that the source of this fog turned out to be a ruined temple.
The moment they first saw the ruined temple, they felt a little happy. After all, there were warm lights in the ruined temple, as if there were people living inside.
But if you think about it, it's impossible. No one would live in this misty ghost world.
The only people living inside are ghosts.
So the lights in the ruined temple look even weirder.
Even so, the warm light brought them a sense of security.
However, the moment he walked into the ruined temple, this sense of security was shattered.
In the center of the small ruined temple, a coffin as scarlet as blood lay quietly there.
"There is actually a coffin here..." the man in the black hat said in horror.
The coffin has long been a symbol of death, even in the supernatural world.
Especially this coffin looks like it was painted with blood, and the color is particularly bright.
But compared to this coffin, another thing in the ruined temple frightened them even more.
"There is not only a coffin here, but also a hanged corpse. What happened to this ruined temple?" Feng An looked at the beams in horror.
On the beam, a highly decomposed male corpse was hanging from a rope, quietly suspended in the air.
This kind of hanging corpse should have dried after a long time, but the skin of this male corpse was still moist and even had an oily feel.
The whole ruined temple is very strange, and the only normal thing may be the oil lamp.
The oil lamp was placed quietly on the altar table, and its dim wick was the only source of light in this ruined temple.
But even such a normal oil lamp looked very strange in Jiang Yan's eyes.
"The smell of corpses is so strong." He blew his nose, finding the smell unbearable.
"Corpse odor? There is indeed a very strong corpse odor. Could it be from the hanging male corpse?" Feng An looked at the male corpse and said, this strange male corpse made him most afraid.
"It's not like that. This corpse odor is not just a corpse odor, it's also mixed with a burnt smell." Jiang Yan shook his head.
After hearing this, the man in black hat suddenly realized and said in surprise:
"It's a corpse oil lamp! That oil lamp is made of corpse oil!"
"What!" The two were shocked.
"Corpse oil? Could it be that..."
Jiang Yan turned his gaze to the male corpse, or to be precise, to the feet of the male corpse.
The feet were rotten and swollen, and the toenails were black, making them look particularly oozing.
At this moment, there was a "tick" sound, and a drop of corpse oil fell from the toes of the male corpse and dripped on the oil lamp.
"Chi!"
The light of the oil lamp suddenly became a little brighter.
"You can't be wrong, this is the corpse oil lamp. It is a very powerful supernatural item." The man in the black hat said in a serious tone.
"Corpse oil lamp? What does it do?" Jiang Yan had just become a ghost master and didn't know much about supernatural items.
"The light of the corpse oil lamp can drive away evil spirits and is very powerful. Therefore, corpse oil is a strategic material of the headquarters and will not be used easily. It is also more precious than ghost candles and ghost cigarettes, because ghost candles and ghost cigarettes are mixed with this Corpse oil is the only thing that works." The man in the black hat explained.
"Corpse oil is so powerful, and this corpse can actually produce corpse oil..." Jiang Yan said with emotion as he quietly looked at the male corpse in front of him.
The male corpse was tightly strangled by a black rope, with a ferocious expression, and a dark red pointed tongue hanging down to his chest. He did not look like a human being.
"Then it's a great credit for us to bring this body back to the headquarters?" Feng An said happily.
"If you want to die, you can try." Jiang Yan said with a cold tone.
Hearing his words, Feng An's expression froze and he said in confusion:
"What do you mean? Is this body dangerous?"
The man in black hat on the side was also doubtful. The decorations in this ruined temple were too weird.
A blood coffin lay lying on the side, corpses hung from the beams, oil lamps were isolated, and there were hundreds of strange figures in mourning clothes in the yard.
No one knows why this ruined temple exists amid the fog.
Jiang Yan thought for a while and said in a serious tone:
"If my guess is correct, this is the work left by the previous ghost master. First of all, this rotten oil corpse must be a fierce ghost, and the black rope hanging it is probably some kind of supernatural object. The black rope and the oil corpse To achieve a balance between them, and the corpse oil dropped by the oil corpse keeps the corpse oil lamp on, the purpose is..."
As he spoke, Jiang Yan turned his head and glanced at the coffin, which was as red as blood behind him.
After hearing this, the man in the black hat suddenly realized and said with a shocked look on his face:
"You mean this corpse oil lamp is used to suppress this blood coffin? The existence of the entire ruined temple is designed to suppress this blood coffin?"
"It looks like this at the moment. The black rope, the oil corpse, the corpse oil lamp, and the blood coffin have reached a delicate balance. Although I don't know what the purpose of this balance is, once the balance is destroyed, we will definitely die. ." Jiang Yan said in a serious tone.
Feng An on the side broke into a cold sweat after hearing their words. Fortunately, he did not move the oil corpse, otherwise the balance would be broken and the consequences would be disastrous.
"Black rope, oil corpse, corpse oil lamp, and blood coffin, are these four things balanced?"
The man in the black hat lowered his head and pondered. Suddenly, he glanced and was attracted by something on the altar table.
"Then what is the use of this pitch-black sword?"
"A dark sword?"
Jiang Yan was a little surprised and quickly looked at the altar table. Sure enough, there was a long black sword lying behind the corpse oil lamp.
Just now, he focused entirely on the oil corpse and ignored the long sword.
He stepped forward cautiously, lowered his head and looked carefully.
This is a dark wooden sword. If you look closely, you can see that the black color is actually blood.
"A black blood sword..." Jiang Yan muttered to himself, his eyes still attracted by the sword.
Whether it was an illusion or not, he seemed to see the black blood slowly flowing on the surface of the sword.
"What a weird sword. It should be some kind of supernatural item, but the strange thing is that it doesn't seem to be in the supernatural balance we just discussed." Jiang Yan analyzed.
"But the ghost master who arranged this ruined temple would not put this sword here for no reason." The man in the black hat added.
"Then the answer is obvious,"
Jiang Yan's voice was trembling a little as he spoke, and he seemed to be afraid of his own conjecture. He looked back at the blood coffin and said in a cold tone,
"If my guess is correct, this sword should be used to deal with the devil in the blood coffin."
"What!"
Hearing this, the two of them were shocked. Feng An was very puzzled and said:
"Hasn't the supernatural balance been achieved? Why do you still need this black blood sword?"
"The balance has indeed been achieved, but the ignorant actions of some outsiders will destroy the balance, so a back-up must be left. This black blood sword is to cope with the situation after the balance is destroyed." Jiang Yan explained.
Feng An looked displeased when he heard this. He knew Jiang Yan was making insinuations, but he was unable to refute because what he said did make sense.
"Then what should we do now? Even if we know that there is a supernatural balance in this ruined temple, we still can't find a way to escape from the village?" The man in the black hat asked in despair.
"Isn't there a solution?" Jiang Yan sneered, "The ghost in the blood coffin is obviously the source of the village's strangeness. There is only one solution..."
"What do you mean!" The man in the black hat trembled after hearing this.
"Yes, open the coffin and kill the ghost."
