The 'he' or the altar master in the dream lived near the tomb of Huang Dagen for about ten years. The imaginary senior has never appeared, but the ghost is already close to maturity. 'He' is really happy - it seems that the master doesn't care about this ghost and the treasure land!
After this time, as long as the spirit ghost matures, he can take it out!
Perhaps, the Luoxin block is really his blessed land.
In the twelfth year of living here, 'he' actually got another immature ghost, which is a great blessing from heaven!
It made him ecstatic!
Over time, after these two spirit ghosts mature, even if 'his' 'ghost gate ghost exorcist' is not perfect, just relying on the special ability of the spirit ghost can push his realm to a higher realm. Longevity!
Then, he did something that he regretted for the rest of his life!
'He' was very happy to send the newly acquired ghost to Huang Dagen's tomb, and wanted to use this blessed land to speed up the growth of the ghost.
Tragedy happened at this moment... After the second spirit ghost was sent to the tomb, it couldn't get out! At the same time, Dendrobium also issued the seal formation arranged by Venerable Spirit Butterfly.
A total of six layers of powerful seals appeared, overlapping and overlapping!
If it weren't for him running fast, he would have been directly attacked by the formation.
In the past, these six seals were in a latent state. When they were not activated, the altar master could enter the cemetery to observe the ghosts inside. And now - he can't even get close to Huang Dagen's tomb.
And unlike the original sleepy spirit formation, these six seal formations are extremely aggressive. Among them, there is also a bloodline formation. If the bloodline juniors who have not set up the formation appear here, these six formations will always be on.
No wonder, after destroying the trapped spirit formation, the spirit ghost inside will stay in the Ghost Lamp Temple and not come out. It turns out that it can't come out at all!
Terrible senior, teach him to be a man in minutes.
The structure of these six formations is so complicated that with his level and strength, he cannot solve these six formations at all.
He could only watch the tomb helplessly.
Day after day, year after year.
Desperate, completely desperate for this world!
Just when he was really ready to give up or attack the six formations desperately... One day, a young man and woman came to the Luoxin block, where Huang Dagen's tomb is located.
Things have turned around!
[Am I reading a tragic novel? ] Seeing this, Song Shuhang already knew what was going to happen next.
I feel that this altar master is a top quality. It is rare for a cultivator to be as miserable as him.
Sure enough, what followed was that the young man and woman took away the spirit ghost, and the altar master was trembling with fright at the strength displayed by Soft Feather.
Immediately afterwards, the dream scene suddenly changed, skipping a lot of plots.
"Live? Hahahaha! However, this seat can give you one last chance!" A domineering figure looked down at the altar master in his dream.
The domineering appearance of that figure made Song Shuhang feel ashamed and wanted to find a crack to get in! This kind of picture that feels so shameful just thinking about it, don't replay it, okay
At this time, the dream scene changed again!
"Sword! Sword!" The domineering figure swung two swords in a row, slicing the 'he' in the dream into several pieces!
"I curse you... I curse you! I will turn into a ghost, and I will search for your life forever!" The 'he' in the dream shouted!
hate hate hate hate! I hate it! I hate it!
Hate how difficult your own destiny is; hate the incompleteness of the Taoism you have obtained; hate the injustice of heaven and earth; especially, hate that guy who broke his promise and cheated!
Even if you are a ghost, you will haunt that guy for life!
Endless hatred and the curse of 'he' before he died in the dream made Song Shuhang wake up from the dream.
Looking up and looking around, the three roommates were sleeping soundly, and Tubo was still snoring rhythmically.
Song Shuhang quietly ran the 'spiritual detective method' to investigate the surroundings. The dormitory was very quiet and there was no abnormality.
"Why do I have such a strange dream? Is it because I killed the altar master during the day, thinking about it every day and dreaming at night?" Song Shuhang thought to himself.
No... If it's just thinking about it every day and dreaming at night, this dream shouldn't be so realistic.
This is not a dream at all, but the memory of the altar master's life! It contains many things that Song Shuhang doesn't know at all. He thinks that his brain is not so big, and it is impossible to make up the life of the altar master.
"Is that the curse? Or the ghost?" In the end, Song Shuhang could only think of the curse of the altar master before he died.
Only a curse full of hatred can cause such a strange dream.
"No, I have to ask the senior pharmacist tomorrow to see what happened to this dream. If I don't understand it, my heart will be troubled." Song Shuhang murmured.
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The next day, June 8, was cloudy.
The weather is still hot, but without the enthusiastic Father Sun, the number of spectators at the games has increased.
After Song Shuhang woke up from the strange dream, he had no sleep all night.
In the early morning, he was going to find time to go to the pharmacist. Unexpectedly, I first received a text message from the senior pharmacist.
The above is a mailing address, the temple address of Master Tongxuan, let Shuhang find an opportunity to mail the 'Black Iron Feijian' back.
In addition, the pharmacist reminded that today he needs to go out to do some errands, and he may not come back.
Shuhang replied with two words: "Received."
He thought about it, he probably won't have the chance to use the 'Flying Sword' recently, so he should send it back.
So, Shuhang found the business card of Sima Jiang of Harvest Express and called him: "Hey, is this Xiao Jiang from Harvest Express?"
The other party was stunned for a long time, then thought of something, and immediately replied: "Is it classmate Shuhang? It's me, it's me. Do you have a courier to send today?"
"Well, there is a small courier to send, do you have time to come pick it up?" Song Shuhang asked.
"No problem, I'll go right away!" Sima Jiang replied quickly.
Song Shuhang added: "Don't worry, this courier is just an ordinary piece, you can take your time."
"It's okay, I'm free, I'll be there in a while." Sima Jiang laughed.
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Song Shuhang recently wanted to spend all his free time on cultivation. Wouldn't it be a waste of time if he didn't need to lose the Qi and Blood Pill
However, today Tubo and the three of them have competitions. As a good roommate, he must be there to cheer him up.
"There's still about half an hour left for Yangde's competition. That guy reported for the men's 100m." Tu Bo looked envious. He wanted to sign up for the 100m competition, which was relatively labor-saving.
It's a pity that Yang De was one step late and was taken advantage of. Tubo had to sign up for an 800-meter relay race.
At this time, Yang De had already changed his clothes and shoes to prepare for the run.
Song Shuhang and two other roommates went to the race track, ready to cheer him on.
Halfway through the road, a famous song from a few years ago sounded on Gao Moumou's mobile phone... The panting sound of "The Prestige". To be able to use this song as a ringtone, you must have a certain level of face.
Gao Moumou calmly took out his mobile phone and saw that it was a strange and unfamiliar number that he had not seen for a long time - so, with a happy expression on his face, he pressed the answer button with extremely fast hand speed.
Most of the strange and unfamiliar phone calls these days are mostly scammers.
If this is a call from a liar, it is just a matter of taking advantage of the boredom to pull up and talk about the mountains, and it doesn't cost money to answer anyway. If the other party is a liar, it will be even better, Gao Moumou can play three times the fighting power of red! If it's the kind that hangs up after a few bells, that's even better, deduct his phone bill!
"Yo, hello, hello!" Gao Moumou said quickly after the call was connected, for fear that the other party would hang up on him immediately.
"..." The other end of the phone was silent for a while, then asked tentatively, "Gao Moumou?"
"Acridine? I am, who are you?" Gao Moumou was disappointed for a while, not a liar? In this boring summer, can't liars make a professional call to relieve the boredom