Sir, your ghost is gone [Entertainment]

"Mei Xuan, don't talk nonsense."

Zhong Zixu patted the girl's left shoulder with a folding fan, and the girl named Mei Xuan relaxed her shoulder, and lowered her arm obediently.

Mei Xuan's facial features are exquisite but her eyes are empty, those eyes will only produce a few obvious fluctuations when she looks at Zhong Zixu. Compared with a living person, she is more like a refined doll.

The tall and ancient tomb door was tightly closed. Although there was no warning such as "Trespassers will die" outside the door, the complicated patterns on the door and the occasional low roar from inside the door seemed to warn everyone not to act rashly.

But Lou Xiao didn't seem to feel it, he stepped forward and put his hand on the door of the tomb. The next moment, the door of the tomb opened a gap in the middle as if some switch was triggered.

I don't know if it was Lou Xiao's deliberate action or the door of the tomb has been aging for a long time. It didn't "huh" open to reveal the truth hidden inside.

The turbid and rotten aura seeped out bit by bit along the ever-expanding crack of the door, Liu Miao twisted her wrist to hold the sword flower again, but this time her Taoism had little effect.

There is indeed no tricky mechanism on the gate, but when did the breath in the tomb become so bad?

Gu Weisheng frowned slightly, and with his left hand hidden in his sleeve, he casually pinched a formula, and a pure aura spread out, purifying the surrounding air unstoppably.

Such a pure aura is not at all what a dead soul should have. The blond girl standing next to Il tilted her head and looked at Gu Weisheng, as if to distinguish whether the other party was her kind.

Jiang Yan is just an ordinary person who is good at dreaming. Seeing the same scene in her dream at this moment, she was so excited that she didn't even realize that the male god beside her had accidentally become the focus of everyone's attention.

Being so swayed by Gu Weisheng's aura, Lou Xiao withdrew his hand on the tomb door: "It's open."

The low roar in the mausoleum stopped at some point, and the candlesticks that were more gorgeous than those outside the tomb door lit up one after another, and the jumping firelight illuminated several deep and narrow roads.

silence.

The air was so quiet that only the slight breathing of a few celestial masters could be heard. Lou Xiao flexed Qu's left hand that had just been attached to the door. He was quite displeased with the numbness caused by the wound on the pulp of his index finger.

It was the smell of blood, the blond girl blinked and shifted her eyes to Lou Xiao, but was frightened back by the other's sharp eyes in the next second.

The eye contact between Lou Xiao and the girl was fast and secretive. Gu Weisheng smelled the faint cedar fragrance in the air, and naturally walked forward and grabbed Lou Xiao's left hand: "Let's go."

The gentle aura turned into tiny talisman seals covering the wound, and the black spots of light, which were difficult to see with the naked eye, were forced out of the wound by the aura, and were wiped out by Gu Weisheng in an instant.

Jiang Yan, who was following the male god's footsteps, silently covered his mouth: he always felt as if he had discovered some great secret.

The door of the tomb has been opened, and everyone has no time to care about the interaction between Gu Weisheng and Lou Xiao for a moment. Regardless of whether the president of the Lou Assembly likes men, women, ghosts or people, winning this competition is the ultimate goal of everyone going to the tomb this time. .

As usual, Yi Er was the first to step into the tomb door, and Gu Weisheng was dragged forward by Lou Xiao, and broke into the inside of this tomb that impressed him again after a hundred years.

The wind whimpered, and when everyone got close to the fork, they realized that it was not a deep path at all, but four suspended stone trestle bridges.

The ancient bridge deck is thin and narrow, and under the bridge is a completely dark unknown. It is like a monster with its mouth wide open, silently waiting for every prey that may be caught.

"Do you want to deal with this tomb door?" Liu Miao turned her head to look at the door that was no longer moving, "The door will automatically close when the protagonist arrives at the place, isn't that how it's done in horror movies?"

"Who said you are the protagonist?" Yi Er stroked Liu Miao's chubby cheeks with his fingers a few times, "shame."

His movements are intimate but very simple, as if teasing a little sister he loves, but even so, Cui Shaoyuan who was standing beside Liu Miao still couldn't help but pause.

It seems that Yi Er and Liu Miao were sitting at the same table when they were in Wanfo Temple, Gu Weisheng glanced at the three of them, and turned his head to the man who was the least present among the seven.

That's right, it's a man.

The other party looked older than Lou Xiao, and seemed quite out of place among this group of young people. He had a passer-by face that was easy to forget, and he kept his head down all the way without saying a word.

The man kept a certain distance from everyone, neither approaching Lou Xiao nor following Zhong Zixu, he seemed to be a neutral faction who didn't stand in line.

Just when Gu Weisheng was distracted, Liu Miao had pasted a few ghostly drawn charms on the door of the tomb. The breath of the talisman paper was not weak, but the crooked handwriting on it made Gu Weisheng dare not compliment it.

Others have long been accustomed to Miss Liu's unbearable character-drawing technique, but in this unknown and competitive environment, it is impossible for anyone to put the safety of the gate in the hands of someone other than themselves.

"Shh."

Six spells with different strokes flew towards the gate together, and in the next second, there were a few more "decorations" either good or evil on the heavy tomb door.

[It's useless,] Lao Bai poked his head out of Jiang Yan's arms, [When a living person sets foot on this bridge of life and death, he can never find his way back. ]

No turning back means that you can't go back the same way. Laobai used to be a cat in the mausoleum for many years, but until the end, he didn't find a second way out other than the bridge of life and death.

Back then, Gu Weisheng was able to take Lao Bai out of the mausoleum smoothly, largely thanks to the special physique of the two of them.

[Really want to take them in? ] Laobai glanced at Lou Xiao who was using a gold-threaded ebony disk to select a route, [Don't feel bad if something happens. ]

Although Lou Xiao's Taoism is not shallow and he has meritorious deeds to protect his body, the other party is just a mortal after all. In essence, Lou Xiao is not much different from Jiang Yan who is holding him at the moment.

[He entered as soon as he wanted,] the aura in his body was active and surging, Gu Weisheng raised his eyebrows and smiled, [An old and nagging monk like Liao Chen has escaped from the tomb, how can the little celestial master be worse than the other party? ? ]

[No matter what, I will always protect him. ]

Jiang Yan supported Lao Bai with one hand, and kept rubbing her temple with the other hand. She turned sideways to face the second stone bridge from the left, indicating that it was the road that Gu Weisheng had walked.

"The living will not be returned," Jiang Yan approached Gu Weisheng and snorted like a mosquito, "Brother Sheng, please hug your thigh."

As soon as Lao Bai's trembling ears stopped, Gu Weisheng understood, and opened his mouth to help the other party express the doubts in his heart: "How do you know?"

"It's engraved just under the bridge," Jiang Yan replied naturally, her perspective in the dream is not restricted, so she can see many details that are not easy to find, "There are also chapters and chapters of Sanskrit texts carved under the bridge." , It’s just that I don’t have a deep understanding of Buddhism, and I can’t recognize the meaning of those words at all.”

It was precisely because Jiang Yan didn't understand that she didn't write this detail into her novel.

Is it related to Buddhism?Gu Weisheng squinted a pair of peach blossom eyes, it seems that Wanfo Temple is indeed inseparable from the emperor's tomb.

"What are you muttering about?" Feeling his wrist being held by someone, Gu Weisheng glanced sideways at Lou Xiao, who seemed to have figured out the result, and the compass in his other hand was steadily pointing to the southwest.

Jin Doudou, who belongs to Lou Xiao, is flapping his wings and hovering over the two of them. Gu Weisheng has already blurred the camera in the dark, so he doesn't have any scruples when he speaks: " If the living are not returned, do you really want to enter?"

"What are you afraid of? At worst, I'll die with you." Lou Xiao curled his lips, and moved his index finger, which had healed, "I always feel that there is something waiting for me in this tomb."

Strange to say, Lou Xiao didn't feel such a strange feeling before pushing open the gate of the mausoleum, but at the moment when all the breath in the mausoleum gushed out, his heartbeat involuntarily accelerated for a moment.

That feeling was like Gu Weisheng's heartbeat when he fell into his arms for the first time.

"Waiting for you?" Gu Weisheng guessed that Lou Xiao would not retreat before the battle, so he let go of the last topic, "Could it be that you had something to do with Lao Bai in your previous life?"

Hearing this, Lao Bai, who was being shunned by Jiang Yan, was shocked, and without paying attention, he met Lou Xiao's disgusted eyes.

"Impossible." Lou Xiao resolutely denied it, no matter what he said, it was impossible for him to fall in love with this stupid cat that occupied Sheng Sheng's arms.

Gu Weisheng was the only one who could make his heart beat so out of control from the beginning to the end.

It was also for this reason that Lou Xiao, who was just here for a formality, suddenly became very interested in this imperial tomb.

The Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showing their supernatural powers. Although the seven people present were arrogant as the favorites of each family, after all, Chen was injured first, so except for Lou Xiao, everyone was using their own methods to choose a stone bridge with the most vitality.

Even Jiang Yan, who had no cultivation base, put Lao Bai on her shoulders, took out a notebook from her backpack, and kept searching for something. The notebook was thick, and it seemed that she usually did homework for her dreams.

Now that the result was obtained, Lou Xiao didn't want to hang out with the others any longer. The southwest point was the second stone bridge. Seeing that Gu Weisheng and Lao Bai had no objections, he led a ghost, a cat, and a group of people to board the bridge first. Stone Bridge.

With the first bird, the others no longer hesitated, and chose their own paths according to the results they calculated.

That is, after the last person stepped onto the stone bridge, the door pasted with dozens of talisman papers trembled suddenly. It was no longer as slow and slow as an old man who was dying, but instead "bang" in the blink of an eye. Close it with a bang.

"Shoot."

Broken talisman papers were scattered all over the ground like snowflakes, only one golden talisman was firmly pasted on the top of the tomb door, clearly showing the extraordinaryness of its owner.