Doe

"What's going on?" Jiang Ling looked around, but couldn't find any trace of blood.

The sudden disappearance of the bloodstains was really unbelievable.They went back to find the blood and found that it had broken the moment it entered the barn.Someone climbed up the beam to look for any corpses. The beam was covered with thick dust without any footprints. He jumped down and shook his head heavily.

The current situation is very strange. When the first group of people encountered danger, one person was left to block the door with his life, and the rest fled, but those who fled disappeared as soon as they ran away.Jiang Ling wondered if it was the magic of ghosts that trapped them in the inner corridor like ghosts hitting a wall, so they never came out of the inner corridor, and naturally there would be no footprints of them in the granary.

But Bai Jia quickly refuted this guess. The Yu family is monks after all, and they must have a way to deal with being trapped by the ghost hitting the wall. Bloodstains and nothing.Jiang Ling was a little unhappy when Bai Jia blocked him. After all, Bai Jia was a child with a foreign surname, but now he seemed to be more in the limelight than his inner disciples.Mu Zhishen remained silent all the time, and he turned to seek Mu Zhishen's opinion, but saw the silent man pull out his knife, the sharp light of the knife flashed in the air, several bags of rice flour were torn, and the white flour came out of it. It flowed out, and finally a withered arm was exposed.

Bai Jia stepped forward and pulled the bag away, stunned.

There were two corpses hidden in the rice flour bag, covered in snow, at first glance they looked like snowmen.

It turned out that they hid here. Someone who was not injured must have wiped off the blood on the ground, but time was running out, so there was only time to wipe off the blood in the granary.However, they did not escape in the end, and all died here.

Someone flipped through the sack and wondered, "How long has the rice been stored here? It's not even moldy."

Just about to turn over to the corner, suddenly a snow-white thing jumped out of the rice noodles and rushed towards the front door.The man's reaction was half a beat slow, and his legs and feet froze.Someone pulled his neck, and a knife crossed his eyes to block the white corpse's sharp claws, and cut off half of his sleeve.Stepping on the edge of the knife, the white corpse turned over in the air, broke through the window and escaped without a trace.

"God, I was shocked," the man collapsed on the ground, "Is that a senior from the previous team? Why did he become a ghost?"

"Can't people from Xianmen transform into ghosts? Everyone is human, and as long as they are human, they can become ghosts." Bai Jia smiled, and stretched out his hand to pull the disciple up, "It's okay, fortunately, it's not evil, after all, it's us A senior from the Xianmen, it is also a good ghost to become a ghost."

A disciple of the Yuan family whispered from behind: "That's not necessarily true, Brother Mu's father just..."

"Speak carefully!" Jiang Ling stared.

Mu Zhishen remained expressionless, his fair face almost indifferent.He picked up the sleeve piece on the ground and blew off the flour. It was Yu Shi's Liuyun white silk.His expression became serious, he put the knife back into its sheath, and said: "This place is weird, give up the third bronze mirror, and return immediately."

"We've all come here, so we're giving up?" the Yuan family disciple asked, "We've just reached the end of the ghost kingdom of Huangquan!"

Mu Zhi took a deep look at him and said, "The cause of death of these corpses is unknown. The ghost that killed them was very vicious. If it appears, I'm not sure to protect you."

"Senior brother Mu is too confident. Although I am not as good as you, I have won a top grade in the evaluation anyway. What do you need to protect?" The Yuan family child sneered.

He was still about to say something, but suddenly footsteps sounded at the end of the inner corridor, as if they were in the room they had just come over.Everyone fell silent immediately, even the one surnamed Yuan was silent.

click.click.click.

Footsteps sounded regularly, as if they were wandering.Mu Zhishen made a gesture, and everyone tacitly turned off the lights.

It can't be their people. Mu Zhishen counted the number of people, and there were quite a few people who were searching on the third floor, and they all came down.Is it the white corpse just now?Or... a terrible guess is like a dark cloud covering his heart. Could it be the ghost who killed the previous team?

It was still moving around the room, clicking, clicking, clicking, sounding closer and closer to the inner hallway.They heard whispers of ghosts, babbling, as if they were stuck in their throats, and they couldn't make out what they were saying.

Everyone didn't dare to act rashly, after all, the wooden boards on the ground were too worn out, and the sound made by just moving a step would be very ear-piercing.The darkness was extremely deep, covering everyone like an iron curtain.The footsteps faded away, and the whispers died away.In the deep silence, only the sound of everyone's breathing could be heard, a bit trembling.

At this moment, Mu Zhishen realized something was wrong.

Fifteen people should be fifteen breaths, but he can only hear seven breaths in this room.The other eight people were as silent as dead bodies, without making a sound.The team that came up from downstairs happened to be eight people, and he suddenly remembered that those eight people hadn't spoken since they came down.

Someone grabbed his wrist, judging from his position, it was Bai Jia, a disciple with a different surname from the Yuan family.

Bai Jia opened his palm and wrote in his palm:

There are ghosts in the warehouse.

The sound of footsteps lingering at the entrance of the inner corridor should be the spell stuck in the corridor of fear.What they posted was the thunder talisman of the Mu family, "Thunder is the center of heaven and earth", and immortal things are afraid of thunder.Mu Zhishen grasped the knife slowly, and his knife slipped out of the scabbard without a sound.He remembered where the eight ghosts were standing. He had to pass four of his companions, and within three breaths, he would strike six times, two of which would kill two ghosts in a row.He exhaled slowly, adjusting his breathing to the best state.

One, two, three, he counted silently and drew his sword!

Suddenly, lightning flashed across the sky, like a knife cutting through the dark night, and the sky and the earth were lit up for a moment.A face full of eyes suddenly appeared in front of him, occupying the entire field of vision.There are nine eyes on his face, but Mu Zhishen can actually see his expression, which is gloomy, indifferent, and ferocious for no reason.This guy did not know when he came in front of Mu Zhishen, but Mu Zhishen didn't realize it at all, they were facing each other, separated by only one person.

Mu Zhishen suddenly realized that he couldn't move, his hands and feet were extremely heavy like lead.The face full of eyes looked at him fiercely, and suddenly rushed forward.At this moment, the lightning disappeared, and the room returned to darkness.His body recovered in an instant, and he subconsciously changed the posture of the knife, holding the handle backwards, and the blade sliced ​​across the ghost's throat.He has repeatedly practiced drawing the sword and swinging the sword for more than ten years, and the killing action has been engraved in his bones, and he can react without thinking.

Sticky blood splashed out, drenching Mu Zhishen's right hand.Ordinary knife cuts have no effect on ghosts, and ghosts can't feel pain.The rootless thunder came later, the blade glowed blue, and the thunder and fire injected into the ghost's body along the groove of the knife.The ghost fell to the ground, and at the same time there was a scream a few steps away. It was the voices of the peasants, and their breathing stopped abruptly.The other disciples were bitten by ghosts, blood splattered everywhere.

Bai Jia grabbed Mu Zhishen's arm, "It's hopeless, run!"

They ran out together, pushed open the door, and there was a hall outside, rushed to open the door, but entered another narrow hut.This is not right, according to the pace of running out, they should have reached the horse corridor at this time, why are they still in the house?Unable to see anything clearly in the darkness, Baijia fumbled around for the door.Mu Zhishen lit the fire, and at the same time there was a clicking sound from behind, it was the ghosts moving their joints.

Bai Jia pressed the back of his head and said, "Don't look back! Don't look at those ghosts if you don't want to die!"

Bai Jia found the door, and the two quickly stepped over the threshold, hooked their feet at the same time, and closed the door behind them without looking back.Mu Zhishen stuck the Thunder Talisman on and continued to run away.

There was something wrong with the eyes of those ghosts, Mu Zhishen remembered the momentary stiffness of his body, and fixed his eyes on the front.

There was room after room, as if there was no end to it.There was a sound of breaking doors in the distance, one after another.The speed of those ghosts is very fast, they are getting closer and closer!At the same time, Mu Zhishen noticed that Bai Jia had been looking around, as if looking for something.

"Master, Master!" Mu Zhishen tried to arouse Lianxin Lock, but the light on his fingertips kept flickering, and the voice coming from the lock was intermittent, making it hard to hear.The flow of spiritual power was blocked by something and could not continue.Mu Zhishen gave up and threw away Lianxinsuo.The two fell into a room again, he quickly closed the door, and pasted the Thunder Talisman with his backhand, which more or less slowed down the group of ghosts.

Before the ghost came after him, Bai Jia rummaged around.Mu Zhishen asked, "What are you looking for?"

Bai Jia didn't answer, but instead asked him, "How long have we been in?"

"Half an hour." Mu Zhishen took out the Tianji sundial and looked at it.

Bai Jia said: "Time is running out, I'm looking for a statue of a six-armed boy with a golden body."

"Why are you looking for a statue?"

"It's too troublesome to say, anyway, if you see it, remember to tell me." Bai Jia smiled, his eyebrows and eyes curved like two crescent moons.

"You are not Baijia," Mu Zhishen said coldly, "Who are you?"

The man smiled, and his demeanor suddenly changed. Just now he was a dignified and upright fairy man, but now he has an airy and ruffian look.He said: "Good boy, it's pointless to ask who I am here, you should ask how to survive." There was another sound of breaking the door in the distance, this time much closer to them, and he spread his hands, "Being chased by those things It's not a good thing to go up."

They ran on, passing many houses, some of which had human figures sitting on them.Before he had time to take a closer look at what it was, Bai Jia grabbed him and ran away.There was a sound of breaking the door in the rear, and the ghosts were close at hand, and they were about to be overtaken soon!

Baijia suddenly snorted, "This seems to be the place we just came in."

The wind lantern flickered, and the faint light illuminated the eleven god statues on the wall. Mu Zhishen glanced over and saw the scorched fire pit on the floor, and several upside-down bowls were also in place, but the gatekeeper who was sitting on the crescent table The body was gone, and there was a crack in the floor that allowed one person to pass through.

They went back to the original house.