President's Legendary Master

"Okay." Dugu Haoyan tightened his grip on the talisman paper rope in his hand.

What he is holding is not the rope, but the life of the little celestial master!

After several times of ups and downs, he already knows more than ordinary people. Under such circumstances, the little celestial master has to deal with very dangerous things. It's not easy to call back that soul.

The regulations of this mausoleum are not the specifications of princes and generals. To have such a sacrificial altar, at least one must be the head of the country, or the emperor of the dynasty.

Dugu Haoyan's eyes are now sharpened by experience. He guessed that this should be the tomb of an emperor in the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

In the past dynasties, the tomb of the emperor, which one is not heavily organised?

The funerary objects inside are priceless, but which one is not followed by someone's life?

Dao Miao didn't mention the danger inside, but Dugu Haoyan also understood, so he came down this time, not only brought what he wanted, but also the Northern Emperor dagger stuck in the back of his waist, two special guns on the side of his waist, and a belt around his waist. Belt with a ring of special bullets.

It's just covered by the big clothes outside, so others can't see it.

But the little celestial master saw it at a glance, and stuck out his tongue at him, very naughty.

Dugu Haoyan stared at him helplessly: "Be serious."

"Understood." The little celestial master returned to his serious appearance.

But Dugu Haoyan suddenly missed that lively and mischievous little celestial master just now.

The little celestial master was ready, and he began to summon the soul. This time, the evocation of the soul was quite different. First, the little celestial master poked a little blood from Fang Xinhan's fingertips, and drew a blood-red line in the middle of the paper bridge.

"What is this for?" Professor Wang Yishui is quite academically researching, and he still needs to figure it out at this time.

"This is a boundary, the boundary between life and death." The little celestial master told them: "As long as I don't cross this line, I'm still a living person. Once I cross this line, I'm a dead person."

"This... this will definitely make it difficult." Professor Wang Yishui said affirmatively, "This is a paper bridge! How can people get up there?"

They watched with their own eyes the little celestial master folded a stack of mulberry paper into such a bridge.

Paper bridge, if people step on it, shouldn’t it be flattened?

"Can go up." Dugu Haoyan said, "I've seen him go up before."

It was the year when they first met, the little celestial master had a bad time for him, and he even played cards with Lord Yan.

He thought it was unbelievable before, but the more he learned about this industry, the more he felt what kind of danger the little celestial master had taken for him.

Dugu Haoyan didn't say anything easily, but when he spoke, he was absolutely convincing.

"Can people go up there?" It's just a paper bridge made of paper.

In the end, Daomiao punctured a little bit on the cockscomb, took a little blood out, put it in a small bowl, and asked them, "Do you know who is a virgin out there?"

Everyone was a little dumbfounded.

What does this say?

"I want a strand of that woman's hair. A very small amount is enough, and it can be used as a pen." The little heavenly master gestured again: "That's all, that's enough."

It is indeed very few, but... There are more than a dozen ladies outside, twelve of whom are female college students, nurses, and four or five sister-in-laws and aunts who come to help with cooking.

Even if it is the twelve female college students, who can guarantee that they are virgins?

What age is this, and you still need to be a "virgin"?

A girl in her twenties, if she said she has no love life, who would believe it?

"Hurry up!" The little celestial master stared blankly at them: "Go and ask?"

"Who's going?" The oldest person here is Professor Wang Yishui, followed by one of his students who are studying for a master's degree, who is his first assistant, Chen Changgeng.

But Chen Changgeng is in his thirties, and he was married a long time ago. If he asked his junior this question, he would be regarded as an old and dishonest senior.

Slightly being scolded will damage one's reputation; severe ones will be scratched and one's reputation will also be damaged.

Still can't get any useful information.

There is no need to mention the others, they are all young men, asking about things like girls... are you open?

In the end, Professor Wang Yishui went out with an old face, and came back after a while, holding a small lock of hair, and handed it to the little celestial master: "Is this okay?"

"It must be the eldest daughter of Huanghua." The little celestial master warned him: "You can't fool me casually."

"No, don't worry." Professor Wang Yishui's old face can't be seen clearly here, but the little Tianshi and the others think that the old professor must be blushing.

With this lock of hair, dipped in the blood of the rooster's comb, the little celestial master wrote three characters in seal script on a blank space on the paper bridge.

"Nai...he...qiao...Naihe Bridge?" This seal script is unknown to others, but Professor Wang Yishui knows it. After reading these three characters, he was stunned: "Naihe Bridge?"

"Okay, take care, no one should be born, no matter what you see, don't be surprised, is there someone guarding the door?" The little celestial master looked at the entrance.

"Yes, when I came down, I closed the fence gate." Professor Wang Yishui shook the key chain in his hand: "I have the key, and no one can come in without me opening the door, unless they drill a hole. "

This is just a joke, how many people are there outside, and they are sober, will people dig holes around here?

Give me a break.

Unless everyone outside is collectively bewitched.

"That's good." The little celestial master took a deep breath: "Let's step aside."

Everyone else stood aside, but the little celestial master stepped on a strange pace this time, as if he had drunk too much.

Muttering in his mouth, he couldn't make out what he was talking about, holding the big rooster in his hand, like garlic on his feet, after talking for about 5 minutes, he started to walk on the bridge.

And he actually walked up, stepped on the steps of the paper bridge, and the paper bridge did not collapse!

In this way, he walked to the paper bridge step by step, and stopped on it. At this moment, the little Tianshi was holding the big cock, with his eyes closed, and the voice in his mouth was no longer whispering. No, but the sound of "snoring", like a frog screaming?It also seemed that something was talking and talking, and the gurgling was not human at all.

Dugu Haoyan looked at the little celestial master for a moment, tightly holding the rope in his hand, and all the yellow paper on the rope had been erected.

It was as if an invisible force was stretching.

The yellow paper, which should be soft and fragile, is as sharp as a knife at this moment.

This strange scene made everyone shut up and dare not take a breath.

And the little celestial master is not very good at this time.

He walked on the Naihe Bridge, which is actually the "Bridge of Life and Death", and the first step is the place of death.

What he saw was not some underworld official, but an altar composed of a bit of remnant soul and a bit of ferocity.

At this time, the altar was bright and beautiful on the outside, but it was poured with blood. It was not made of clay, but built of human heads. The mud on the outside was also made of blood mud mixed with stove ash.

This place is very fierce, this student of Professor Wang Yishui, Fang Xinhan's soul, was stepping on the altar, and was caught by these remnant souls.

This is what he wants.

But with so many remnant souls grabbing at his feet and not letting go, how could he take him away?

I had to talk to this bunch of non-things.

What he said was ghost language, but it's a pity that these guys were all from the Zhou Dynasty, but they all lost their souls when they understood ghost language.

Why didn't he swallow this soul?

Because this soul is incomplete, the three souls and seven souls are indispensable.

Helpless, after talking for a long time, they didn't agree, and the other party was still greedy for the fragrance of his soul, and even wanted to drag him across the border!

And the rope tied around the waist of the little celestial master stretched straight at once.

Dugu Haoyan's eyes sharpened, and he pulled back with all his strength. The strength was so strong that he pulled the little celestial master on the paper bridge back a step. Don't underestimate the distance of this step. , this distance is enough for the little celestial master to get rid of the entanglement of those remnant souls.

I saw that he no longer closed his eyes, but opened them, and threw the big cock in his hand into the air.

The big rooster seemed to have been frightened terribly, fluttering loudly, and the chicken feathers on its body exploded.

The little celestial master took the opportunity to retreat to the side of the bridge, and flew out with a red rope tied with the five emperors' money in his hand, as if it was caught in a transparent thing, and then got off the bridge, kicking the paper bridge to the ground On the stage, the paper bridge ignited spontaneously, and the flame was huge, but it was not a warm flame, but dark green. When it was burning, everyone finally saw what the little celestial master was wearing on the rope.

It was clearly a translucent Fang Xinhan with his eyes closed.

However, Fang Xinhan was obviously lying on the hospital bed, not to mention, why is this Fang Xinhan in a translucent state?

It's not sashimi, and it's translucent when it's sliced ​​thin?

The little celestial master carefully pulled the red rope in his hand, and moved the translucent sashimi, oh no, Fang Xinhan, to the front of the bed, and slowly let the translucent Fang Xinhan overlap with Fang Xinhan lying on the hospital bed.

After overlapping, he untied the tied red rope.

While heaving a sigh of relief, he tore off the yellow talisman paper under the pillow on the bed and threw it at the altar.

The yellow talisman paper was also completely burned. The strange thing is, whether it was the paper bridge or the yellow talisman paper, the burning flames were all green, and there was no ashes left, as if it had never been burned.

And although this is not underground, it is still a closed space. It is cold outside, and the temperature here is just right, but there is no temperature increase even though something has been burned.

After the little celestial master tore away the things under the pillow and burned them, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Fang Xinhan?"

"Huh?" Fang Xinhan, who had been in a coma on the bed for almost a day and a night, actually agreed. Although it was a little hoarse, it was indeed his voice.

"Student Fang? Student Fang?" Professor Wang Yishui didn't care about any surprises. At least his student woke up, so he hurried to the bed: "Are you awake?"

"Teacher?" Fang Xinhan closed his eyes, but the eyeballs were already wandering under the eyelids, and slowly opened them: "Teacher, what's wrong with me?"

"You silly boy, you are awake." Professor Wang Yishui almost cried with joy.

Over there, Dugu Haoyan had already untied the rope around the little Tianshi's waist: "Do you want to throw this on the table too?"

"Throw it away, throw all the used things up." The little celestial master sighed: "They are all poor people."

"All I know is that you almost passed that boundary." Dugu Haoyan said angrily, "Is it over? Go back and drink some hot mutton soup with more ginger."

"It's not over." The little celestial master shook his head: "This is an altar. Who can have such a big altar after death?"

"This is the emperor, right?" Dugu Haoyan looked at it: "Emperor? The mausoleum of Emperor Zhou?"

"Yes, this is the mausoleum of the Zhou Dynasty, but the emperor of Zhou is also divided into which emperor of Zhou he is." The little heavenly master pointed to the altar and said, "The Zhou Dynasty has a history of 3000 years, right? There are still remnants in 3000 years." The soul is haunted. At least ten thousand people died on this altar. This kind of altar is called the altar of ten thousand bones. It will retain a certain degree of ferocity, one of the means to prevent tomb robbery."

"I guess at that time, no one would have thought that after so many years, archaeology would be possible in a fair manner." Dugu Haoyan said: "Actually, archaeology is no different from grave robbery, except that the former is more civilized, while the latter is purely for profit. , more barbaric."