Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 39 Death Curse Corpse
The night is shrouded, and the shadows of the trees are like women's robes.

The mottled moonlight shines through the thick canopy, faintly illuminating the diffuse miasma in the forest, making the dark night even more creepy and permeating.

In the twilight of the night, a vague figure was digging the grave with a shovel in hand.

It is:

New tombs and old bones are buried in the water, and Huang Guan digs graves to save the dead.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they would be scared out of their wits.

Not to mention other people, even Mo Chuan himself was muttering in his heart.

Fortunately, he has supernatural powers, otherwise, digging people's graves in the middle of the night, even if he is not afraid, his heart will be terrified.

"Do!"

The muffled sound of the shovel shoveling into the coffin shocked him, and he quickly speeded up to dig open the tomb. Before opening the coffin, he shouted:
"Fellow Daoist, don't admit the wrong person!"

After speaking, the coffin lid was lifted.

Inside the coffin lid, Wei Lai suddenly opened his eyes, a stern look flashed in them, and it took him a while to recover.

"Fellow Daoist, why is it you?"

"Sir looks disappointed?"

"Where? It's too late for Xiaosheng to be happy."

Wei Lai got up from the coffin, looked around, and let out a long breath: "After being in the cage for a long time, I have returned to nature! Lying in the coffin this time, Xiaosheng feels as if he has died again."

Mo Chuan smiled: "Not everyone can endure the claustrophobic environment, especially a coffin! Speaking of which, if the poor Taoist doesn't come, what will the master do?"

Wei Lai jumped out of the coffin, closed his eyes, took a deep breath of Night Breeze and said, "I believe that fellow Taoists are human."

Mo Chuan stopped talking, but his heart became vigilant.

This is either a benevolent and righteous gentleman, or a traitor who seems loyal!

"What about the ghost?" Wei Lai asked suddenly.

"You know Li Gui?" Mo Chuan was surprised.

"The mountain dragon walks alone here, and does not form a treasure cave. It must be the cave of the great evil, the place where the soul is bound! The child buried here may have already been cultivated into a ghost."

"Do you still know the art of Kanyu?"

"It's just superficial! I was lying in the coffin, so I felt the gathering Yin Qi! Standing outside and looking at the Feng Shui, it's another rhinoceros water-absorbing point. It looks like it's for the Qian family's acupuncture point." Mr. Feng Shui is also deceived by appearances."

Wei Lai looked around, filled with emotion.

While speaking, Mo Chuan opened the coffin next to him and carried out the urn.

"Fellow Daoist, what is this?"

"The ghost has already been taken in by the poor Taoist priest, it's better to move this dead bone."

Wei Lai was slightly startled.

He, who has been lying in the coffin, is very aware of the power of this sinister cave!
With such a vicious cave, the ghosts raised must be good!

However, Mo Chuan was able to solve it quietly, and his skills are probably not low!

Looking at his age, it could be said that he also came from a famous orthodox family.

"So that's how it is, Daoist friendly mana!"

"It's just a small plan!"

As Mo Chuan said, he covered the coffin and covered it with soil again.

Compared with digging graves, filling the soil is undoubtedly much faster. With the help of copying, three times, five divisions and two can be done.

Step back a few steps and take a closer look. It is the same as before. There are new graves on the left and right, and it is difficult to detect the traces of excavation.

"Wei Lai, a lay disciple of Xiaosheng Taiyi, dare to ask where your friend and teacher come from?" Wei came to report to his family and asked tentatively.

"Yexiu in the mountains, the Taoist name is Mingchen." Mo Chuan cupped his hands.

Wei Lai was inexplicably surprised when he heard this, and was about to ask a question when he heard a slight movement in his ear.

"Someone!"

At the same time, Mo Chuan lowered his warning voice.

The two hurriedly retreated into the bushes to hide themselves.

Not long after, an elderly woman in her fifties, but with heavy makeup and gorgeous clothes, was sneaking into the night.

After seeing this person's face, Mo Chuan and Wei Lai looked at each other in blank dismay, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Because this turned out to be a ghost matchmaker for the Qian family.

"Little naughty—"

The ghost matchmaker opened his mouth and shouted.

The deep mountains are empty and silent, and the echoes are rippling, which is creepy.

"Little naughty—"

Seeing that no one responded, the ghost matchmaker shouted again.

However, the only response to her was Echo.

The face of the ghost matchmaker changed slightly. She looked down at the new tomb, looked at the tribute that was full of gnawing marks but no trace of wild animals, her face changed suddenly, she turned her head and left.

"Who--"

Unexpectedly, just as she turned her head, the figure that she caught a glimpse of in her eyes made her tremble in horror, and she cried out in a low voice.

"Dare to ask layman, in the middle of the night, in front of the new tomb and the old bones, who is calling?"

Mo Chuan looked at the ghost matchmaker seriously.

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

The second son of the Qian family died at the age of five, and he even forgot his own name, so how did he know about the "night fight"?
What's more, this place is still a place where souls are bound, and he can't leave and walk in the world at all.

Unless its Taoism can break free from the shackles of the Soul Binding Land!

But if this is the case, why should the second sons of the Qian family worry about the gamers escaping?

"Oh, you scared me to death..."

The ghost matchmaker patted his chest, looking frightened, then his expression changed, and he became anxious:
"By the way, Taoist priest, have you ever seen a doll that is about this tall? My grandson watched the fun today and followed the funeral procession all the way to this Tuoyun Mountain. He didn't go back until dark. Oops, I'm dying of anxiety gone."

"Really? Is he wearing a narrow-sleeved top, crotch pants, and two hairpins on the back of his head?"

Mo Chuan had a meaningful expression on his face.

"No, no, he is wearing blue long-sleeved clothes today."

The ghost matchmaker waved his hands again and again, and while he was talking, he suddenly looked behind Mo Chuan with surprise on his face: "Baby, where have you gone? I'm so worried about grandma."

Mo Chuan looked back, and there was nothing behind him.

"call out!"

At the right time, a sharp piercing sound suddenly struck behind the ear.

Looking back suddenly, a cold light flashed across his shoulders, but at this moment, he fell into an undetectable sluggishness.

Like piercing into sand.

"Snapped!"

During the delay between flicking fingers, Mo Chuan grabbed the ghost matchmaker's wrist.

At the same time, the ghost matchmaker's expression froze suddenly, dense black curse marks gushed out from his neck and covered his cheeks.

The next moment, she let out a wow, vomited a big mouthful of blood, and looked behind her with a trembling head.

But beside the solitary grave, a weak-crowned scholar was performing a formula with one hand, looking at her with fiery eyes.

"Master Heijia will not let you go..."

The ghost matchmaker who had been murdered uttered an unwilling curse, and before he could finish his voice, he collapsed to the ground, his body twitched uncontrollably, his head tilted suddenly, and he died completely.

Not even the soul escaped.

"Xiaosheng saw her attack fellow daoist, so he cast a death curse in a moment of impatience. I hope fellow daoist forgive me!"

The sternness in Wei Lai's eyes faded away, he bowed his hands to apologize, and returned to his gentle appearance.

A hint of surprise flashed deep in Mo Chuan's eyes.

Death curse?

What kind of way is this?
"It's okay!"

Mo Chuan shook his head and sighed:

"It seems that this ghost marriage involves a lot, far beyond our imagination. If we want to investigate clearly, we will inevitably have to work hard."

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to worry. In fact, the dead are easier to speak than the living."

As Wei said, he walked up to the ghost matchmaker, squatted down, and raised his hand to touch the ghost matchmaker's eyebrows.

The ghost matchmaker suddenly opened his eyes.

If you look carefully, you will find that her pupils have dilated.

"Who is Lord Hei Jia?" Wei Lai asked in a deep voice.

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