Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

A scream attracted everyone's attention.

"what?"

"No way!"

"...Could it be a mistake?"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin waved his hand and summoned the fragments on the side of the coffin with the birth and death dates of the two elders written on them.

"All the matters are handled by me personally, and there will be absolutely no mistakes!"

As he spoke, he handed the fragments with the dates of birth and death to everyone, and said solemnly:

"My parents' bodies were indeed buried here, and now they disappear out of thin air, someone must have tampered with them!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Uncle Jiu, and asked in a deep voice:

"Uncle Nine, do you know what kind of spells require corpses with resentment!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu's expression changed, he thought for a while, raised his head and said:

"There are no more than two kinds of techniques that require a corpse with resentment, one requires resentment, and the other requires a corpse!

Those who need resentment should be made into zombies, and those who need corpses should be meat puppets. If there is no accident, it should be these two kinds! "

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin continued to ask:

"In your opinion, which possibility is more likely?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head when he heard the words, and said apologetically:

"I don't know about this question. I've been living in a fishing village all these years, and I don't know much about the world of magic arts today. These two kinds of magic techniques are sorcery that were very popular in those days. Either way is possible!"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin frowned.

Uncle Jiu definitely knows more about the undercurrents and contexts of this world than he does. If Uncle Jiu can't even guess who it is, then he can only find it in a stupid way.

"Huh! Uncle Jiu, please borrow your compass and gossip mirror!"

Uncle Jiu glanced at Wang Xuebin when he heard the words, and handed over the compass and gossip mirror on the table.

"Hey! The yin energy here is disordered. Obviously, someone has tampered with it. If you want to use the circular light technique, you may not be able to do it!"

He saw Wang Xuebin's plan, but it's a pity that he had thought of this method a long time ago, and I'm afraid it won't work.

"There is no other way, I have to try, what if it works?"

Uncle Jiu said Wang Xuebin naturally understood, but apart from this method, there is really no better way.

That is, some special magic props cannot be used normally in this world. If not, this is just a matter of backtracking sand, and it will not be as troublesome as it is today.

He first placed the compass on the table, and then turned the gossip mirror upwards, calculated the time of the day, aligned it with the heavenly stems and earthly branches, and carefully stacked it on top of the compass.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand to call for a coffin floor with a corpse mark on it. With his right hand formed into a claw, aiming at the mark, he swung out a Nine Yin Divine Claw, grabbed a handful of wood powder, and evenly sprinkled it on the gossip mirror.

After finishing all this, he carefully held the compass with both hands, held the bottom of the compass with his left hand, and Xuankong with his right hand, pinched the sword formula, and used wood powder as paper to draw the round light symbol on the gossip mirror.

"Jinglun's brilliance, full profit and no loss, Xuanjing is clear, the door of the gods is opened, there is a high-ranking one, Qiongguan Yuyi, I wish to send spiritual energy, and come to my return date! Sick!"

With fingers together, he tapped lightly on the mirror, opened his mouth and blew suddenly, blowing away the wood powder on the mirror.

When everyone saw his movements, they immediately held their breath and concentrated, waiting to see the effect of his actions.

Pong!

With a bang, the gossip mirror and compass were all blown into pieces. If Wang Xuebin hadn't reacted quickly and cast a spell to stop the pieces, everyone present would have to break a few faces.

Seeing that Wang Xuebin stopped the fragments, Uncle Jiu threw the activated golden talisman into the sky, looked at Wang Xuebin, and said in a deep voice:

"It seems that this person is not only cautious and destroyed the traces of the scene, but also proficient in my Maoshan spells and set up counter-traps. This person is either from my Maoshan, or my Maoshan enemy!"

Wang Xuebin waved away the fragments of the magic weapon, and looked at Uncle Jiu with a face of shame. He was ashamed not because he was slapped in the face by Uncle Jiu, but because he broke Uncle Jiu's magic weapon.

Although these two magical artifacts were not rare objects, they were also treasures that Uncle Jiu had kept for more than ten years. Now both magical artifacts were damaged because of his stubbornness, which really made him a little ashamed.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's about the parents, it's just messy if you care about it, it's just a magic weapon, it's nothing..."

Uncle Jiu saw what Wang Xuebin meant and couldn't help but smiled and shook his head to comfort him.

In his opinion, Wang Xuebin's filial piety is much more important than just two things outside his body. Doesn't Wang Xuebin's eagerness prove that he is right?

If he meets a person whose parents are in distress and who still looks forward and backward because of the precious magic weapon, this is the person who is really cast aside by him, he is very relieved, the successor he fancy is not such a villain!

"But, Uncle Jiu..."

Does Wang Xuebin care about the youngest?

Of course he cared, as the nominal heir, he inherited the connections of the two elders, so he naturally had to bear the karma of the two elders.

He chose a cemetery with good geomantic omen for the two elders, and used the best coffin for the funeral, because he could not repay his kindness during his lifetime, so he could only do his best for the dead two elders.

However, the reason for his anger at this time is not only because the body of the second elder was stolen, but also because he was treated as a monkey by others.

In less than half a month since the second elder was buried, the body had been stolen. If he hadn't found Uncle Jiu to open the coffin, he would have been kept in the dark.

The thief who stole the corpse obviously didn't take Wang Xuebin seriously, and his behavior was very rampant.

"Hi! No problem!"

Seeing Wang Xuebin's apologetic expression, Uncle Nine comforted him gently:

"What you have done is not useless, at least let me catch the enemy's clue!"

"Oh?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin didn't care about apologizing, stepped forward half a step, frowned and asked:

"I don't know who this corpse thief is, and why did he steal the corpse?"

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu let out a sigh of relief, picked up the fragments of the gossip mirror one by one, pieced them together into a whole mirror, and carefully placed them on the table.

Afterwards, he grabbed a handful of soil from the grave, piled it on top of the broken gossip mirror, and carefully flattened the top of the mountain.

Immediately afterwards, he took the Dharma incense, pointed to light it, used soil as paper, and incense as a pen, concentrated on casting spells, and silently recited the mantra.

"Yunzhuan is too empty. At the beginning of the catastrophe, it is floating and floating, or sinking or floating, wandering in five directions, more than ten feet away, the emperor of innocence, who writes a book with a pen to play a hole chapter, and writes a talisman. Birth, it is obvious, it is there, and it is not there! Disease!"

After writing the seal script, Uncle Jiu threw away Faxiang, joined hands with Ziwu Jue, and pressed down suddenly!