Ancient Art of Sealing Ghosts

Although the strange scene in front of me is puzzling, I am more concerned about the woman I saw before I fell into a coma. If she is really a wronged soul, it means that the formation map I drew with blood is not solid, at least for her, it is completely wrong. Meaningless and easily accessible.

Thinking of this, my heart sank, and a layer of cold sweat oozes from my forehead, because it's not just her, there are many cruel and ruthless ghosts like wolves outside the iron gate, if they can all pass through that barrier...

Shaking my head, I don't dare to think about it anymore, I just hope that the formation diagram I drew is strong enough, plus the seal that will weaken after the iron door is opened once, can last until we leave here.

"This seems to be a mechanism." The uncle looked at the pottery figurine that had moved almost half a meter forward, and said in a low voice, "Be careful, there may be poisonous arrows and fire cages coming out soon."

As soon as the uncle finished speaking, Ji Xuan immediately picked up the submachine gun, and Dao Feng also raised his left hand, letting the strange black cat jump onto the back of his hand.

I looked around and felt that the uncle obviously underestimated the mechanism of this tomb.

Because after he finished that sentence, after about 10 minutes, there was no sound around him.

The four of them stood silently in the darkness, and no one spoke for a long time. The uncle coughed, probably a little embarrassed, and then said, "Maybe it's another agency. Let's go to other chariot formations separately to have a look."

I returned the wolf-eye flashlight to Ji Xuan, and I lit a cluster of dark purple fire on my index finger, and walked towards the corner of the tomb with the help of this dim light.

In the corner is also a neat row of chariots and horses. The painted pottery is fired with exquisite craftsmanship. In an inconspicuous position in the chariots and horses, the pottery figurine holding a big knife is obviously different from other pottery figurines.

I walked over and squatted down to carefully examine the traces under the feet of the terracotta figurine, and found that it was not as I thought. It was formed by some kind of mechanical movement and dragging, and there was no trace of translation between the original position of the terracotta figurine and its new position. , but more like...it walked over by itself.

I froze for a moment, looked up reflexively, and met a pair of scarlet and gloomy eyes.

This is... a living person? !

Before I could finish thinking, that thing, whether it was a terracotta figurine or a living person, was already slashing at me with a sharp knife. Those bright red eyes were fixed on me, as if they were going to kill me. .

I made a quick decision, tilted my body to the left, and rolled over, dodging the deadly machete, and then got up and ran with hands and feet.

It's not that I'm timid and afraid. I really can't compare with Dao Feng and Ji Xuan when dealing with such tangible things. Both of them are extremely accurate with marksmanship and the other is extremely powerful. Simple, if you want to head-to-head with the scourge, you will definitely be courting death.

There was the sound of heavy footsteps behind me, and I looked back, only to see the terracotta figurine chasing up with big strides. With the violent running, the clay on its body was falling down layer by layer, gradually exposing the inner body. The black body in armor, this is not a terracotta figure, this is clearly a person hidden in the terracotta figure!

I cursed secretly, and quickened my pace, thinking that since this happened to me, Dao Feng and the others must be doing the same. I couldn't help being a little worried about the unarmed uncle. Although Dao Feng said that Wu Mou was not that simple, in my eyes He wasn't distinctive in any way other than being cooler and resourceful, maybe even weaker than me.

"careful!"

There was a familiar low shout in my ear, my heart moved, and I rolled to the right cleverly, only to hear the sound of "clang", the big knife in the figurine's hand has fallen beside me, the blade is sharp and tough, splashing countless gravel.

I was terrified, looking at the big knife close at hand and panting heavily.

At this time, the strange cat in Dao Feng's hand jumped up suddenly, and rushed straight to the face of the figurine, piercing its sharp claws into the red eyes, causing blood to splatter all at once.

Dao Feng was agile, followed closely behind, first raised his long legs and kicked the figurine to the ground violently, then suppressed the figurine's body with his knees, then pulled his hands over the figurine's head and twisted it forcefully, the air suddenly There was a crisp "Kala" sound, and when I looked again, the figurine's head was already in a different place, and the whole head was completely pulled off by Dao Feng.

I blinked, recalling the fighting technique that Dao Feng used in the hotel at the foot of the mountain when he woke me up. Cold sweat instantly flowed all over my body. Wronged.

In the future, I must never joke with Dao Feng again, otherwise one day I accidentally make him anxious, and the end will be that my head will "click" inexplicably... I touched my neck and stood up uncomfortably. Not as scary as the big living person in front of him.

"It's okay." Dao Feng retracted the black cat, kicked the figurines who couldn't move anymore, and walked towards me slowly.

"Yeah." I glanced at him, and suddenly thought that he rushed over just after an accident happened to me, but he didn't go to save Ji Xuan and uncle. Does this mean that he subconsciously regards me as the first protection object?

I looked at Dao Feng with mixed emotions. There are only two possibilities for him to be the primary protection object. One is that he thinks I am more important than the other two, and the other is that he thinks that I am not as good as Ji Xuan and Uncle...

I can still accept the former with peace of mind. After all, I am the last descendant of the Chu family. If something happens to me, Old Chu will never let it go. But if it is the latter...

Then I'm afraid there's nothing I can do, whoever makes someone so strong that he can directly break his neck...

In the face of strength, the ghost master who can't deal with the living can only pretend to be cowardly.

After I finished complaining silently in my heart, Ji Xuan walked out of the darkness carrying a human figurine with broken limbs. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and there was still sweat on her cheeks. She looked tired and helpless. The black submachine gun was shot She held it with one hand, looking heroic and capable.

"Are you two okay? What the hell is this thing? Wu Mou is so unkind, I almost let him kill me." He raised his hand and threw the human figurine over, Ji Xuan shook his hand in disgust, beautiful There was a hint of sharpness in his eyes, it seemed that he had suffered a bit just now.

"I was really almost killed by the uncle." I gestured to pass Ji Xuan's wolf eyes, lowered my head to examine the human stick carefully, and found that the flesh and blood inside its body slowly melted into pieces after touching the air. The dry and rotten meat residue is like a corpse that has been dead for a long time and has just been dug out.

"It's a good thing that Dao Feng came in time, otherwise I can only become a ghost and follow you." I frowned slightly, thinking that the uncle hadn't moved for so long, so he probably wouldn't have been killed.

Dao Feng glanced at me without saying a word, and waved his hand to signal us to go back to find Wu Mou.

It wasn't until I walked back that I realized that this tomb was really terrible, or that it wasn't a tomb at all, but a magnificent palace.

No wonder people always call the mausoleum of the emperors of past dynasties the underground palace, because it is really a magnificent underground palace, but no matter how gorgeous the palace is, it can't get rid of the strong breath of death.

When we returned to the original place, the uncle was still studying the terracotta figurine with a sad face. The strange thing was that there were figurines that were no different from living people in the other three chariot formations, but the uncle was still a non-moving figure. dead.

Seeing the surprised expressions of the three of us, the uncle glanced up and down and said, "Why have you been here for so long, what did you find?"

Dao Feng squinted his eyes, walked over without saying a word, and directly snapped off the head of the pottery figurine. After a burst of cracking clay, the four people including the uncle were all stunned.

The three of us were stunned because the terracotta figurine was actually made of pottery, and the place where the neck was broken was all made of solid clay. The uncle was stunned because Dao Feng was so cruel and merciless that he destroyed a He was not even given the chance to study such a rare treasure.

"You, why did you destroy it without saying a word." The uncle walked around beside the pottery figurine with a distressed expression, and sighed, "This is a treasure, worth more than a million, even if you can't move it, you can't twist the head off. "

"..." Knowing that he had indeed missed, Dao Feng didn't know how to explain it for a moment. I think with his personality, he would never be able to say "I'm just afraid that this thing will come alive suddenly and kill people".

So I sighed, and explained what had happened to my uncle. After listening to it, the uncle considered it for a while, and said, "It seems that it is indeed a serial mechanism. If I remember correctly, the mechanism here is a bit like the Taiyin Eight Diagrams, Sanyin Baoyang, since it is the beginning, next..."

With that said, the uncle walked to the side of the broken pottery figurine and moved the pottery figurine back to its original position.

With the sound of the cabinet sliding into place, countless dim lamps suddenly lit up in the palace, instantly illuminating the palace completely.

We looked around and found that on the high walls around the palace, there were several long-burning lamps with copper bases inlaid. Those copper bases were all in the shape of human hands, and they were distributed in a certain order, which looked mysterious and full of beauty.

However, the most astonishing thing is not these ever-burning lights, but the top wall of the palace, where the bronze hands point to the moon like stars.

It was a huge picture of Taiji Yin and Yang, one black and one white, dividing the whole wall into two, the momentum is magnificent and mysterious, people stand under it and look up, they only feel that they are insignificant. The Yin and Yang of Tai Chi, which symbolizes the universe of all things, are far away, and inexplicably give rise to a sense of fear and reverence, just like ordinary people facing the Kowloon Supreme, one side is humble and lowly, and the other side is unattainable.

When I looked up, my neck felt sore, and I secretly sighed in my heart at the superb skills of the ancient craftsmen.

But before I finished admiring, something even weirder happened in front of my eyes. The side of the cathode was quietly and slowly descending under the stares of the four of us. Then, a huge black monster several times larger than a normal human body slowly emerged from the cathode. The inside sticks its head out, looking down at us...