White Bone Monkey King

This ghost drama is sung to ghosts, not to strangers.

But even the corpse master who possessed the corpse king in the underground palace couldn't stand this ghost drama. It is conceivable that other people's feelings will only be worse.

Harsh.

A splitting headache.

Heartbeat.

The blood flow in the body speeds up, but the hands and feet feel cold on the contrary.

The air temperature continues to drop.

This is the unanimous feeling that Gui Daxi brings to the team.

Although Jin An, who was resurrected from a dead body, did not feel his heartbeat speeding up or blood flow speeding up, the creepy feeling of being in an ice cellar was always with him, and it was even colder than coming to the underworld. The cold and sharp voice of the ghost opera attacks the eardrums again and again. It feels like the eardrums will be pierced at any time, and the temples bulge.

"Master Yiyun, Qi Bo, can you still hold on?" Jin An asked the two of them with concern.

Mr. Yiyun: "Well, what about you."

Jin An laughed loudly, optimistically enjoying himself in a desperate situation: "Master Yiyun, you have forgotten, you and I are not human in the first place. This ghost drama was originally sung to us and is suitable for us to listen to."

This made Mr. Yiyun glare with round eyes: "Who are you talking about that is not a human being?"

Jin An smiled slightly and did not explain.

Being able to reunite with Mr. Yiyun here, he was in a good mood from beginning to end, very open-minded and optimistic about everything.

Seeing Jin An and his young master flirting with each other, Qi Bo watched happily: "Thank you, Taoist Priest Jin An, for your concern. I won't be able to survive for a while."

Just as the corpse master said, the ghost drama has begun and cannot be stopped easily. The final result of everyone's discussion was to destroy the corpse.

Destroy all the Yin Corpse Formation in the main hall of the Spiritual Palace.

This method is not a good one, it can only be regarded as the last resort. These corpses have a pitiful life, and they will be destroyed after death.

Jin An saw Mr. Bai's strength for the first time. Mr. Bai threw out more than a dozen white paper-cut figures, and people blew on these paper-cut figures. This was called "borrowing the sun to revive".

The paper-cut man, who was just stomping on the dead thing a moment ago, stood up straight and came to life. Then, under the command of Mr. Bai, he prepared to destroy the corpse as soon as possible with the others and restore the innocence of his ears.

A strange scene happened. The paper-cutters stood still and did not follow the order to destroy the corpse.

"Huh?" This scene naturally attracted Mr. Bai's attention.

Mr. Bai immediately stopped the team: "Everyone, don't move yet!"

Under everyone's puzzled gaze, Mr. Bai directed the paper-cut figures to walk back and forth in the Yin Corpse Array, perfectly bypassing the Yin Corpses every time without touching them once.

Mr. Bai's face appeared thoughtful.

Then, Mr. Bai's eyes turned to the black rotten female corpse that had been lying flat on the ground.

He directed the paper-cutting man to approach the black rotten woman's corpse, but the paper-cutting man remained unmoved.

Mr. Bai's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes shone with cold light. He took out a small medicine bottle and put it in front of his nose and took a sip. He suddenly became energetic and his face was full of energy.

"This is a special sesame oil that I ordered from an old friend. The smell of this sesame oil may be a bit pungent, but the effect is surprisingly good and the effect is immediate." Mr. Bai passed the small bottles in front of everyone's noses one by one.

The smell of this sesame oil is not only pungent, but also extremely stinky. Even the smell of dead pork soaked in water in summer is not as strong as this. One sniff makes me feel head-high and my spirits are high.

Mr. Bai did not lie to them at all. The effect of this gadget was indeed immediate. Jin An only took one sniff and found that his ears had finally calmed down, and the surrounding environment was distorted. The Yin Corpse Array was still the Yin Corpse Array, motionless. There were no corpses whispering ghost stories, and the corpse of the tomb owner’s daughter, who was brought out by the mountain guards, also disappeared. From beginning to end, they were trapped in an extremely powerful hallucination.

Everyone who reacted looked at the blood coffin they opened in surprise.

The blind man once again put the bamboo stick in his hand to test the blood coffin. His expression changed slightly: "This blood coffin is empty and no one was buried."

Mr. Bai exclaimed: "What a great effort. He used an empty coffin to create suspicion, and placed it in a conspicuous position to lure people to open the coffin. The source of our attack this time should be the refreshing smell we smelled when the amber stone was melted." It’s about the aroma.”

Jin An couldn't help but look at the blood coffin a few more times: "This is how old objects become demons. They have existed for thousands of years without breaking. In addition, the yin energy here is extremely heavy. The amber stone that can last for thousands of years without decay has nourished some It’s something we haven’t even noticed. What’s more, no matter what it is, if it survives for a thousand years, it will definitely become a dangerous beast.”

Even the blind man sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect that even the blind man could not escape the influence. In the end, it was Mr. Bai who noticed the abnormality."

The corpse master couldn't help but say: "Blind man, you are just blind, not deaf-mute, nor have you lost your sense of taste and smell. Isn't it normal for you to be tricked?"

The blind man snorted coldly: "What do you know? There is an old saying that goes, 'Flying geese all day long, you will be pecked and blinded'."

The corpse master retorted with two words: "Hypocritical."

At this time, everyone asked Mr. Bai how he noticed the abnormality?

Mr. Bai replied that it was not him who noticed it, but the paper-cut people he sacrificed. Because the paper-cut people did not have six senses, they were not affected by hallucinations. In addition, they were sacrificed later and not at the beginning, so they were not affected. The amber stone evaporates gas, so when he ordered the destruction of the shadow corpses that made ventriloquism and performed ghost plays, the paper cutter remained unmoved. Because in the eyes of the paper-cutters, there is no corpse in front of them, and without an attack target, they naturally cannot move.

It is said that you can get up wherever you fall. In order to regain his face, the blind man took the initiative and said: "The owner of the tomb cannot spend so much energy and material resources in this spiritual palace for no reason. There must be something different here. Blind man, I guess the daughter of the tomb owner is buried here, but we are looking in the wrong direction..."

According to what the blind man said, they saw the shadow corpse hidden behind the brick wall. Maybe it was not a coincidence, but there was some connection.

This is an extremely yin place that is closed all year round. Over the course of thousands of years, the yin things have already been interconnected.

The blind man took out several turtle shells from his body and told everyone to be silent. Then he threw the turtle shells on the ground repeatedly, in all four directions.

With each throw, the blind man's ears twitched.

After repeating this several times, the blind man put away his turtle shell and showed a confident smile: "Blind man, this is called throwing stones to ask for directions. I use the echo to distinguish where the echo is different."

"Corpse guards and mountain guards, you are strong. Go dig out that brick wall. The echo of that brick wall is different from other places. There should be what we are looking for there." The blind man raised his hand and pointed.