My wife is not a demon

Today is the third day of the practice of vigil.

The sun erupted through the thin clouds, and the soft light scattered on the mountain and flat ground, and it was quiet.

The yellow paper on the grave is still flying all over the sky under the sway of the masters, like pieces of yellow leaves, outlining the loneliness and sadness.

Prince Yunzheng, who seemed to be ten years old, knelt in front of the tomb.

His back was bent as usual.

The wrinkles on the face are like carving out little by little with a knife, and there is endless grief and sadness in every wrinkle.

Those who know well know that the relationship between the prince and his wife is very deep.

As early as more than 30 years ago, the prince married a commoner girl as the princess, which caused a lot of controversy at the time.

But the prince insisted on marrying, ignoring the voices of the outside world.

The relationship between the husband and wife is still deep after so many years.

Although the prince is a strict wife at home, often scolded and even beaten by his wife, making the outside world laugh, but the prince has always loved this imperfect woman.

Now his wife has been assassinated, and only he can understand his grief.

"My lord, today's ceremony is over."

A monk said softly.

The prince's haggard face slowly lifted up, and his voice was hoarse and grateful: "Please trouble the masters, tomorrow will continue as usual."

After finishing speaking, he told the guard next to him: "Send these masters back, be careful on the way."

"Yes."

The guard nodded and led a few monks down the mountain.

After the monks left, there were only a few confidantes left around, and it was quiet without any sound.

Lord Yunzheng knelt for a long time before walking towards the winding path on the other side.

About 5 minutes or so, he came to a boulder.

The rough boulder has a dark color, and it doesn't look strange.The two sides are covered with weeds, and the rock walls next to it are covered with vines and connected together.

Lord Yunzheng took a bone-like shell from his neck.

He put the shell in his mouth and blew gently a few times.

A strange whimper sounded.

Soon, with a rumbling sound, the boulder slowly parted from the middle, revealing a dark and deep passage.

Lord Yunzheng walked in.

The moment his figure disappeared, the boulder slowly closed again, and the gap fit perfectly without any trace, making it impossible to see that it was a hidden dark stone door.

Passing through the [-]-meter-long dark passage, a huge altar appeared in front of the prince.

The altar is round in shape.

There are 27 statues in the outer circle.

These statues are carved from special black sky stone, and they are lifelike, male and female, short and fat.

However, only the head is missing.

There is a huge square pattern painted on the inside, densely carved with hundreds of small characters.

These characters, like Sanskrit, are unintelligible.

Further inside, there are ten crystal clear stone pillars, which are 20 meters high, exuding a white light, and golden silk threads are faintly entwined in the shape of a dragon.

The most amazing thing is that the sky above the altar turned out to be a starry sky.

It was still broad daylight, but stars appeared here, which was extremely strange.Moreover, it doesn't look like a fake painting like a curtain, but a real starry sky.

In the middle of the altar, there is a coffin.

It was the Jiufeng coffin that was missing before!

Lord Yunzheng hunched over and walked to the Jiufeng coffin step by step, with neither joy nor sorrow on his expression.

He caressed the cold coffin gently, as if he was caressing his wife.

Some lines on the surface of the coffin cover seemed to come alive, and began to wriggle slowly, continuously walking on the coffin cover, releasing a little glow, reflecting the stars in the sky above.

"let's start."

Lord Yunzheng stepped back slowly and spoke.

Clouds of black mist appeared on the edge of the altar, and as the black mist dissipated, people in black robes appeared one by one, ten in total, standing in different corners, quite symmetrical.

They sat cross-legged on the ground, pinching out the magic spell with both hands, with solemn expressions.

With the release of the Judgment, the entire altar began to rotate slowly, and the four jade pillars glowed with dazzling golden light, and the vertices interweaved to form a net pattern.

At the same time, dots of white light emanated from the starry sky and poured into the net-shaped magic circle.

The stars in the starry sky are constantly shifting...

Lord Yunzheng looked up at this scene, and murmured: "If you can't find the Emperor Star within seven days, then everything you have done will be in vain."

"Clap clap..."

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of clapping hands.

The sound was like a falling bomb in the originally dead altar, and the explosion made Prince Yunzheng's head buzz.

The usually lazy eyes suddenly became sharp at this moment, surpassing the fierce eagle eyes, with a piercing cold light.

"Who! Come out to me!" Lord Yunzheng said coldly.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Small beams of light descended from the sky, forming a large barrier formation similar to a prison cell, trapping him inside.

Immediately afterwards, a figure emerged from the darkness.

The visitor is wearing a ghost mask.