Stop teasing ghosts when you're fighting

The tomb was still dim, and the fire talisman emitted a faint light. Under the light of the fire, Shen Cheng's face was extremely pale.

Xie Jing knew that he had asked too much, but he felt uncomfortable if he didn't ask, and it wouldn't feel good if he asked now.

"Uncle Jiu... let's go back and see Fu Le first."

Shen Cheng came back to his senses, nodded his head, and walked back. When he returned to the original place, the person lying on the ground had disappeared without a trace.

Xie Jing was surprised: "What's going on?"

A wisp of fragrance spread out from the air, and Shen Cheng frowned upon hearing this: "It's sandalwood. When we weren't paying attention, Fu Le picked some sandalwood in advance and put it in his pocket."

Xie Jing said: "Is he looking for General Yang?"

Shen Sheng nodded.

The two were silent for a moment, and the snapping of fingers rang out again. Every time the sound came out, Xie Jing couldn't help sweating on the back of his neck, always feeling that something happened.

Shen Cheng said: "Let's go out first, whether General Yang can come out or not depends on Fu Le."

Xie Jing also knew that what Shen Cheng said was correct, just in case the two of them started to walk out, out of the rock formation, Shen Cheng put away the fire talisman because it was no longer needed.

The scene in front of him made Xie Jing dumbfounded: "This is the tomb of the owner of the tomb, right?"

The four sides and the top of the hall are inlaid with jade, emitting white light, and there are many of them. These faint lights gather together like the optical fibers of incandescent lamps. Although the place in front of you is not as magnificent as the previous hall, it is still bright.

In the center of the hall is a jet-black coffin outlined with gilt, and white and red curtains are hung on the pillars and walls around the coffin. Some fruits, this arrangement obviously looks like the arrangement of the mourning hall, but the appearance of the red mantle is quite unimaginable.

Xie Jing stretched out her hand and tugged at the cloth curtain. When her eyes touched the place where the red cloth and white cloth intersected, she was startled suddenly, and directly pulled it down.

"This seems to be a concentric knot..."

Hearing this, Shen Cheng came closer, his frown suddenly relaxed, as if he was trying to understand something, but his expression sank again.

Xie Jing said: "Put a concentric knot in the mourning hall. Could it be that there are two people buried in this coffin? But I haven't heard General Yang say that he loved someone before."

Xie Jing looked at Shen Cheng, wanting his help to clear up the confusion.

Shen Cheng put down the curtain in his hand, and fixed his eyes on the coffin: "I was also puzzled along the way. According to common sense, the mechanism of this tomb is all illusioned by the life experience of the tomb owner, but as far as I know, General Yi is The son of Marquis Yi has enjoyed wealth and glory since he was a child, and after the coronation ceremony, he was made a marquis and a general, this honor is unattainable by ordinary people, how could such a thing happen to him."

Xie Jing was a little confused when he heard this: "You mean it wasn't caused by the tomb owner? It's another ghost?"

Shen Sheng nodded.

Xie Jing only felt that his head was big: "This Mo Luo couldn't really be buried with his lover, right? Then his lover had such a miserable life that he created those organs."

Shen Cheng's frown deepened: "I'm afraid this matter is not so simple."

Xie Jing paused: "Uncle Jiu, don't you scare me?"

Shen Cheng continued: "Even if there is a joint burial, there is a distinction between primary and secondary. This is the general's tomb. It stands to reason that other than the tomb owner, other ghosts cannot control this tomb. Either this ghost is taking over the role, or this is not the general's tomb at all."

Xie Jing was so frightened by Shen Cheng's extremely serious eyes that he didn't dare to show his breath, and it was so overwhelming that it meant that this ghost was actually stronger than the tomb owner who was born as Mo Luo; but if this wasn't the general's tomb, then this tomb could be It's not easy to deal with those who come to the grave robbers with false ones.

Xie Jing thought about it, and finally concluded a sentence, that is, it will not be a good death anyway.

"If I say that you are right, do you believe in humans?"

Xie Jing was taken aback by the sudden voice popping out of his ear: "Who, who is talking?"

Xie Jing's gaze fell on Shen Cheng who was studying the layout of the mourning hall: "Uncle Jiu, were you the one talking just now?"

Shen Cheng looked up at Xie Jing: "I didn't say anything just now, what's wrong?"

"Didn't you say it? Maybe I heard it wrong." Xie Jing smiled, then shook her head.

After a while, the voice came again: "Human, you are a psychic, only you can hear it."

Xie Jing panicked and almost sat on the ground in fright.

Xie Jing, Xie Jing, you have to be steady, now that General Yang and Fu Le are dead, you can't let Uncle Jiu worry anymore.

Xie Jing calmly asked in her heart: "Who are you?"

If the ghost really could hear it, it replied: "The wild ghost in your mouth, do you want to know what you call Mara?"

Xie Jing asked vigilantly, "What do you mean?"

The ghost was silent for a while, and suddenly said in a sinister voice: "Soul share with me."

This time, the ghost didn't give Xie Jing any chance to answer. Xie Jing only felt pain all over his body, and he fell to the ground before he had time to say something.

"Xie Jing—"

After Shen Cheng shouted, Xie Jing was already standing in a courtyard.

"Where the hell am I now?!" Xie Jing grabbed her hair and stamped her feet irritably.

It's fine if Shen Cheng forcibly forced him to psychic for the first time, but also the second time, and now he is forced to psychic by this wild ghost again. He is just a poor boy who makes a living, so is it necessary to get involved in these ghostly things?And he is really not interested in their grievances, really not interested.

Xie Jing was pressing his chest with one hand and shaking his head, when suddenly a child with a sword passed through his body, Xie Jing groaned all over, and found an excellent position to stand still.

A middle-aged man led a little boy into the courtyard, and the boy with a sword stood in front of them.

The middle-aged man brought the little boy next to him to him: "Xuan'er, he will be your playmate from now on."

Yi Xuan opened his eyes wide, looked at the little boy with gray face in front of him, and went up to wipe him with his clothes: "My name is Yi Xuan, what's your name?"

"Nanzhi, Yannanzhi." The little boy whispered.

Obviously far away, Xie Jing seemed to have opened a cheat, and he heard it clearly. He touched his chin, and then remembered that the child named Yi Xuan seemed to be the owner of this tomb.

Could it be that the little boy with a dirty face was the wild ghost who brought him in? !

"Are you Yan Nanzhi?" Xie Jing asked, but the wild ghost didn't answer.

Xie Jing pursed her lips, forget it if you don't answer, I will see for myself.

I saw Yi Xuan bowed out of the courtyard with his sword in hand, and the middle-aged man squatted down and said to Yan Nanzhi: "Son, you also know what happened to your father and your current situation. Staying next to Xuan'er as a playmate is really wronging you, but it can save your life anyway."

Yan Nanzhi said sensiblely, "Uncle Yi, I know."

The man nodded in relief, and added another reminder: "If outsiders are around, it's better to call me Lord Hou."

Xie Jing has no idea how long he has been in the illusion, but this illusion is different from the previous ones. The previous scene changes quickly, and the time difference is also great. After a scene change, it is at least a few years later. And in this illusion, the interval is at most one day, and the scenes change slowly. It is like watching Yan Nanzhi and Yi Xuan's daily life episodes.

But this Yi Xuan looks kind and humble, he can be regarded as a handsome young man, thinking that this kid will become Mo Luo when he grows up, Xie Jing finds it inconceivable.

"Nan Zhi, you are going to practice martial arts today. I heard from those people that being a hidden guard is harder than practicing martial arts. You can take good care of yourself."

Yi Xuan said and stuffed a white porcelain bottle into Yan Nanzhi's pocket: "You take this, use it when you get hurt."

Seeing his mother-in-law look, Yan Nanzhi couldn't help joking with him: "Yi Xuan, you are very suitable to be a good wife and mother. I don't always feel like a brother with you."

"What's that like?"

"Like..." Yan Nanzhi raised his face and thought for a while, "It looks like mother and child."

Yi Xuan raised his hand and slapped Yan Nanzhi on the chest, Yan Nanzhi was almost knocked out of the door: "It's agreed, before I practice martial arts, you can't bully me with your internal strength."

Yi Xuan raised an eyebrow and said, "If you don't give me some flair, you won't restrain yourself when you speak."

Xie Jing sat under the tree and propped his chin to watch Yan Nanzhi leave the courtyard to study in the dark pavilion, and then came back with injuries. If Yi Xuan hadn't been attacked and injured a few days ago, that guy Yan Nanzhi wouldn't have thought of being a What a dark guard, really brotherly love.

After a few more days and nights like this, Xie Jing felt that if he didn't move, he was going to get moldy. Just as he was about to get up and take a few steps, the scene suddenly changed. Xie Jing saw the two people in front of him, and opened his eyes wide in curiosity.

Yoho, it must be the love between men and women.

"Xueyi, you give me this every day, don't you need it?" Yan Nanzhi held a small porcelain bottle in his hand, and looked at the girl in front of him with some embarrassment.

Xueyi smiled: "I'm a student of poison in the dark pavilion, so there's no shortage of medicine."

Yan Nanzhi scratched the back of his neck, blushing more than half.

The people standing not far away took his shy look into their eyes.

"Young master, don't you want to go up?" the servant standing beside the boy whispered.

Yi Xuan's thumb repeatedly rubbed against the small porcelain bottle in his hand, making a soft noise.

"Yue Nu, go talk to the head of the secret guards, you have to train in a different way."

Yue Nu squinted at the two people who were talking happily in front of him, and immediately understood: "I will do it now."

Xie Jing was eating Yan Nanzhi's melon, when he suddenly noticed Yi Xuan who turned back from the corner of the eye, he couldn't help but feel a thump.

Is he wrong?Yi Xuan's eyes don't seem very friendly...

a day later

"See the hole ahead? Climb in."

Yan Nanzhi was firmly pressed to the ground, and there was only a cave less than one meter high in front of him.

"Commander, inside..."

"It's nothing, if you can't get out, just wait for death inside."

The inside of the cave was pitch black, Yan Nanzhi stared at the cave for a long time, finally gritted his teeth and rushed in.

"Up the gate." The man waved his hand, and the person next to him immediately locked the door.