White Bone Monkey King

Just as Jin An and the old Taoist priest were looking at the Hades Palace, there was something wrong with the look on the corpse stitcher's face. However, being in an ancient tomb with poor visibility, it was difficult to notice the subtle changes in expression on his face.

"Sewer, do you know what happened to these female corpses?" Jin An looked at the corpse sewer who had become taciturn since entering the mausoleum with a thoughtful look.

The corpse stitcher pretended to be confused and shook his head. There are so many female corpses in wedding clothes, maybe they are all pitiful burial objects of the tomb owner?"

Jin An looked at the corpse stitcher with a half-smile but said, "There seems to be something in the corpse stitcher's words. It seems to be saying that I shouldn't disturb the dead's sleep, that I'm too wicked?"

Corpse stitcher: "?"

Jin An: "Haha, just kidding, just kidding, corpse stitcher, don't look too serious."

Who are you kidding!

Don't go too far!

The corpse stitcher roared silently in his heart!

Suddenly I regretted why I was so involved with Jin An, why I didn't realize from the beginning that this little Taoist priest's brain circuit was completely different from that of a normal person.

Seeing that the corpse stitcher was silent, Jin An raised his hand and pointed to the Empress Temple in front of him: "You don't know about those female corpses, so you can't still say you don't know about the Empress Temple, right?"

The previous questions were all foreshadowing this sentence, and what was happening at the Empress Temple was what Jin An was most concerned about.

The corpse stitcher replied with a somewhat abnormal look on his face: "The owner of this tomb is also a poor person. After his death, he has to have his grave dug up and his coffin dug up, and he cannot rest in peace. The ancestors accidentally discovered this stolen tomb. The mausoleum, out of sympathy for the tomb owner's plight, built a temple for the empress in the ancient tomb, hoping that the soul of the tomb owner could rest in peace and not anger the nearby villages."

The corpse stitcher's explanation was far-fetched, so Jin An just laughed it off and continued to ask without getting to the bottom of it.

I don’t know whether it’s because the ancient tomb itself is dark, or because the Empress Temple absorbs the light from the fire. When people stand outside the Empress Temple, the light from the torches cannot shine into the Empress Temple at all. The temple is as dark as ink, and nothing can be seen.

Just when Jin An took a step forward and wanted to enter the Empress Temple to check the specific situation, suddenly, the corpse stitcher standing behind seemed to have discovered something, and he let out a cry of surprise.

As expected, Jin An and the old Taoist priest's attention was diverted by him.

The corpse maker raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, then raised his head in surprise: "There seems to be something on it. Some liquid dripped onto my neck just now."

The corpse stitcher raised a high torch to shine above his head, and the blood coffin suspended by the iron rope happened to be right above his head.

As if he thought of something, he was surprised and spread out the palm he had just touched his neck. On his hand was a very viscous red liquid, which at first glance looked like blood dripping from a coffin.

Tick-tock——

Tick-tock——

The hanging coffin was still dripping blood-colored liquid.

No one who can make a living out of the vagina is timid. The corpse stitcher put the bloody palm in front of his nose and smelled it, and said in surprise: "This is not corpse blood, the kind of bloody corpse without corpse blood." The smell seems to be some kind of sealing wax used to seal the coffin to keep it sealed and completely isolated from the outside world."

Then he analyzed and said: "It should be that I was standing under the hanging coffin holding a torch just now, and the sealing wax was roasted by the flames and melted."

As if to verify the corpse maker's words, the suspension shook violently, and the iron chains rattled, breaking the peace that had been there.

"There must be a vicious corpse hanging in the air! It's something that even tomb robbers who never leave in the air dare not open the coffin and touch it. It must be something that even they don't realize they can't deal with!" The old Taoist priest was startled.

The blood-colored sealing wax that sealed the coffin poured out like water and melted rapidly. Even though the corpse stitcher had retreated, it was still melting at a faster pace, and a large pool of liquid wax was already dripping on the ground.

As the sealing wax melted more and more, when the hanging coffin came into contact with the air, bang, there was a violent vibration inside the hanging coffin, as if the crow's mouth of the old Taoist priest had been efficacious, and the murderous corpse inside woke up.

As the hanging coffin shook more and more violently, the rusty iron chains that had withstood the erosion of countless years broke one after another.

"Run!" The corpse stitcher turned around and ran away, taking his sons with him and running towards the outside of the mausoleum.

Jin An and the old Taoist priest stood there, curiously looking at the coffin hanging above their heads.

Boom!

All the iron chains at the end of the hanging coffin collapsed, and the end of the hanging coffin, which had lost its support, hit the ground hard, creating a large hole in the ground.

Unexpectedly, there are hidden mysteries in this mausoleum, and there is a secret tomb under the hanging coffin.

The old Taoist priest carefully squatted at the entrance of the cave and stretched out a torch to illuminate the cave. The next moment, his expression changed drastically and he shouted: "Little brother, come and see, there seems to be a female corpse down here!"

Jin An held a torch and came to the edge of the cave. The cave had a drop of several feet. This was a very typical shaft burial, but it was not a trumpet urn with a wide bottom and a narrow top to collect the shade, but a wide top and a narrow place to disperse the shade. .

A body was tightly wrapped with sutra cloth. Judging from the body shape, it should be a female corpse. It was hanging from the head and feet like a cicada chrysalis in the shaft burial.

To be more precise, the sutra cloth wrapped around the female corpse was not an ordinary sutra cloth, but a golden sutra cloth filled with Buddhist scriptures. Jin An's eyesight was far better than that of ordinary people, and he could see far away even in a dim environment.

Jin An told the old Taoist priest to be careful around him, and then he jumped into the shaft burial with a torch.

As soon as Jin'an landed, the old Taoist priest who stayed above couldn't wait to ask what was going on underneath. Soon Jin'an replied, saying that the place where Yin is dispersed, the shrouds of Buddhist scriptures, and the layout of the head, foot, and head seem to be refining. Refining the corpse oil in the female corpse, because there is a sea bowl under the corpse, and half the bowl of corpse oil has accumulated in the sea bowl.

The old Taoist priest was surprised when he heard this: "Isn't this the same method as the corpse we dug out in the coffin shop?"

"Yeah." Jin An's response came from the bottom of the shaft burial.

There was no need to say too much, both of them guessed that this tomb must be related to Mount Burao.

Speaking of the Immortal Mountain, Jin An couldn't help but look at the Buddhist sutras and cloth wrapped in the body, his eyes thoughtful.

"Little brother, be careful!" The old Taoist priest's reminder suddenly came from overhead.

Jin An looked up, then turned sideways to the corner. It turned out that the wax dripping to the ground was dripping down the cave into the shaft burial, and half of it was poured on the shroud of Buddhist scriptures.

Both the Buddhist scriptures and the shroud melted, and the four straps holding the female corpse were all broken, with scorch marks appearing on the fractures like burnt marks.

boom!

The female corpse fell to the ground, knocking over the bowl on the ground. The wax liquid was still flowing into the shaft pit, and poured all over the female corpse's face. Finally, the female corpse's face could be seen.

Just when Jin An was about to take a closer look at the appearance of the female corpse, the old Taoist priest suddenly heard an exclamation from above. Jin An had no time to look at the face of the female corpse, so he picked up the female corpse on his shoulders and jumped back to the ground.

"What happened to the old Taoist?" As soon as he returned to the ground, Jin An looked at the old Taoist with concern.

The old Taoist priest, holding a handful of corpse-suppressing charms in his left hand and a handful of glutinous rice in his right hand, said nervously: "The hanging coffin that originally stopped suddenly heard a loud earthquake just now, which scared me. I thought it was... The evil corpse in the coffin is about to come out."

As soon as the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he noticed the female corpse being carried out of the shaft pit by Jin An. He frowned and said in surprise: "It is said that there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Could it be that the evil corpse in the hanging coffin came for this corpse? The one in the hanging coffin is also a Female corpse?”

The old Taoist priest looked shocked: "Good guys, we really bravely broke into the female corpse's lair today!"

Jin An put down the female corpse on his shoulder and found that the face and body of the female corpse were covered in blood, making it impossible to distinguish her original appearance.

Boom!

The hanging coffin beside him shook violently again.

This time all the chains broke, and finally hit the ground with a loud bang.

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The corpse stitcher took his dog sons and ran towards the outside of the mausoleum, as if running for their lives. When he was about to escape from the mausoleum, he was blocked by a man at the exit.

"Jin, Taoist Priest Jin'an, why is it you!" The corpse stitcher was shocked.

"Aren't you in the Hades behind me... How did you run in front of me? Is there any other shortcut in this tomb?"

The corpse stitcher was surprised and uncertain, his eyes flickering as he looked at the Taoist priest in front of him.

"I haven't gone anywhere, I've been standing here since the beginning." Jin An replied with a half-smile.

The corpse stitcher was shocked and said with a slightly panicked expression: "What, what do you mean! If you, Taoist Priest Jin'an, have been here all this time, then who was Taoist Jin'an who went to the tomb with me just now?"

Jin An laughed: "Me too."

The corpse stitcher's face darkened: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Jin An sneered: "If there is a ghost in the human heart, everything you see is a ghost. If the human heart is clear and open-minded, there will be no ghosts in the heart! Corpse stitcher, are you leaving in such a hurry, are you afraid that we will discover the secret of the corpse village?"

"How could you know this..." The corpse stitcher paused mid-sentence. Knowing that he could no longer hide it, he directed his sons to attack Jin An.

He turned around and ran towards the depths of the mausoleum behind him.

"Sure enough, the father is kind and the son is filial." Looking at the corpse stitcher who turned around and ran away, but let a few of his sons die, Jin An sneered. The Nine-turn Double Ninth Holy Fetus opened its mouth and spit out the Nine-nine Double Yang Fire, burning several Yin Dogs on the spot. into ashes.

The corpse stitcher felt the astonishing heat wave behind him. When he looked back, he saw several of his sons who could not even block a move and were burned to death on the spot by Jin An's mouth spitting flames. His eyes were horrified and he understood that this time it was... The iron plate has been kicked, and the only way to survive is to fight Jin An desperately.

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Mausoleum and Hades.

"Today I want to see what is pretending here." People say that talented people are bold, so Jin An opened the coffin with a stern expression.

Boom!

The coffin lid hit the ground heavily, and the fluid inside the blood coffin overflowed as soon as it was opened. In an instant, the stench of blood spread rapidly in the Hades Palace.

The fluid was actually blood that filled a coffin.

It is unclear whether it is human blood or the blood of slaughtered animals.

Lying in the blood effusion was a skinless corpse with holes all over its body, as disgusting as a lotus pod. There were dense holes all over the cheeks, arms, thighs, abdomen, and chest.

Even the old Taoist priest couldn't stand this kind of lotus corpse. His scalp was numb and he retched. When the coffin was opened and exposed to the air, the bloody corpse seemed to be reviving. The holes and wounds on the body surface began to squirm. The next moment, many thousand-legged dragon centipedes emerged from the lotus wounds. The lower part of the body breaks out.

Those Thousand-legged Dragon Centipedes were fed with blood and grew fat and big. Their shells were shiny with blood, and hundreds of them burst out of the body. Only ghosts knew how so many Thousand-legged Dragon Centipedes could grow out of a blood corpse.

"His grandma's, it's so disgusting!" The old Taoist priest was so shocked that his scalp exploded when he saw the densely packed centipedes emerging from the lotus wounds on his cheeks, chest, neck, stomach, and thighs.

"This is a blood Gu corpse! The corpse Gu woke up from its slumber when it smelled the human scent in the air!" the old Taoist priest reminded Jin An.

Just at this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the corridor of the Hades Palace. It was the Nine-turn Double Ninth Saint Fetus who walked in from the outside carrying the corpse stitcher who was badly burned all over his body and was seriously injured and dying.

Looking at the appearance of another Jin An, the old Taoist priest was startled: "Old Taoist, I know that this corpse stitcher can't beat you, little brother. If we talk about chicken thieves, little brother thinks he is second, and the first is not born yet."

The dying corpse stitcher looked desperate when he saw the opened blood coffin: "You really opened the blood coffin! It's over, we are all going to die here this time!"

"But it's okay, if you are buried with me, my death will not be in vain. I will drag you to be buried with my sons!" The corpse stitcher issued a vicious curse, cursing Jin An for not having a good death.

But then an unexpected scene happened. The Thousand-legged Dragon Centipede Corpse Gu did not rush towards the two living people, Jin An and the old Taoist priest. Instead, they all rushed to the ground like a red tide and were soaked in the blood of the coffin. female corpse.

The corpse stitcher exclaimed: "How did you find the crazy woman who was buried alive by us?"

This is really surprising.

The poor woman who was abducted and sold to a corpse raising village and suffered domestic violence and beatings from her alcoholic husband every day was not buried alive in the woods outside the village, but in this dark mausoleum shaft.

"Little brother, stop those corpse voodoos quickly. Don't let these corpse voodoos find new hosts!" the old Taoist priest reminded loudly.

In fact, there is no need for the old Taoist priest to remind him that Jin An, the holy fetus of the Nine-Nine Double Ninth Festival, has already strode closer, opening his mouth to spit out the Nine-Nine Double Ninth Festival fire.

Six is ​​Yin.

Nine is Yang.

The two and nine phases are the same as the fire calendar.

It means fire.

Thousand-legged dragon centipedes and blood coffins were burnt to ashes by the overwhelming fire, leaving no residue.

Avenue induction!

A thousand virtues!

A thousand virtues!

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In a short period of time, tens of thousands of Yin De were obtained.

Poof, the corpse poison crisis was eliminated, the corpse stitcher was mercilessly thrown to the ground, and the Nine-Romance Double Ninth Holy Fetus transformed into a red pill and flew back to Jin An's hands.

Seeing that the Thousand-legged Dragon Centipede, who he thought could kill him and avenge himself and his sons, was burned to death so easily, the corpse stitcher was stunned! Boundless chills and fear surged through his heart. This fear exceeded the burn pain. His eyes were frightened, and he unconsciously repeated "how is it possible" and "how is it possible" over and over again...

The continuous loud noises in the Hades Hall alarmed a certain being who had been sleeping in the Hades Hall. The clear sound of iron chains dragging on the ground came from the Hades Hall. The sound came from the Empress Temple.

Under the light of bright and dark torches, a ten-year-old girl with iron chains tied to her feet and a bloody headless rag doll in her arms walked out of the Empress Temple and stood at the door staring at several living creatures. people.

The little girl's face was calm, her eyes were numb, cold, and devoid of human emotions.

Behind the little girl stood another blurry adult figure.

Finally, the eyes of the little girl and the blurry figure standing behind her stayed on the corpse stitcher. Their cold eyes were emotionless, as if they were looking at someone who was about to die.

"The Empress of Corpse Clothes!"

The corpse stitcher screamed, his eyes were desperate, and he didn't know what he was so desperate and afraid of.

Even the old Taoist priest was so frightened that he hid nervously behind Jin An: "Mother, why is it a female corpse again! This time there is a more deadly corpse-clothed empress!"