As he dragged along, Qi Yin's upper body was naked, and his back was grinding on the rough rock, burning with pain. Qi Yin stretched out his hand to touch the Qiankun bag and touched the Guimei sword, but the tunnel was narrow and the Guimei sword could not be used at all. Suddenly remembering that when the vines approached the fire, she shivered, and she had an idea in her heart. The vines really followed the ghost, and they let go of Qi Yin and Zong Lan, and shrank to the depths.
Qi Yin rolled, got up and wanted to run away. Turning to see that Zong Lan was still lying down, he struggled for a while, then went back to drag him. A vine like a sharp arrow stabbed in the slanting thorn, but Qi Yin didn't react, and it seemed that he was about to be stabbed in the opposite direction. Zong Lan suddenly rushed over and stood in front of him. The vines pierced through him, and his chest and abdomen were immediately crimson.
Qi Yin was stunned, like a puppet.
Zong Lan vomited a mouthful of blood, looked down at his chest and abdomen, and said sadly: "I don't want to save you... But that monster's whisper... I can't control it. I think... I want to go back to the mountain... I have nowhere to go... "The vine shrank and rolled him into the depths of the tunnel, and he disappeared for a moment.
The uncontrollable sadness on his face was like a brand, and it was branded in Qi Yin's mind. What the hell are those gods doing, Qi Yin can't understand why they want Zong Lan to protect him, he is cowardly and dog. The gods are going to oppose Wu Yuli, shouldn't they kill him? Nuluo said that the gods sent countless subordinates to the moon mirror, but they all failed to return. Could it be that these so-called subordinates are poor creatures controlled by whispers? One by one, they came here bravely and died here.
Qi Yin felt like a tablet was pressed in his heart, and he felt sullen and uncomfortable. He sat up and wanted to go back to the cave, but found that he was staying at a fork in the road with passages in five directions. I couldn't tell where he came from. I looked down for the traces on the ground, but found that the tunnel was very strange. The limestone walls were covered with dark green veins as thick as arms. It flows slowly inside. All the veins seem to have a heartbeat, pulsing down and down. Qi Yin was about to collapse, wouldn't he stay in that big monster's belly
Afraid of attracting vine ghosts, he did not dare to call Fu Lan loudly. There must be monsters in the direction where Zong Lan disappeared, and he can't go. Qi Yin picked a random direction, cut off a piece of cloth from his trousers, and put it at the intersection. I didn't know how long I climbed forward, but I found that the rock wall was inlaid with bronze lamp sockets, and the mermaid cream lantern was still burning inside. Apparently someone had been to this place. I carefully observed the rock wall, and sure enough, in a gap, I saw "the great god Jiang Yangshen Wu Xiaoyue came here for a visit".
Jiang Yang is a white deer, so who is this little crescent moon? In ancient times, gods and witches were equivalent to monks, who were monks. At the moment of being selected as a god and witch, they had to abandon their common surnames and become the servants of gods for life, so gods and witches did not have a surname. For a person with status, the ancient people used to add his occupation before the name, such as Pao Ding, "Ding" is his name, and "Pao" means that he is a cook. The same goes for Wu Yuli and Wu Shou, "Yu Li" and "Shou" are both their names, and "Wu" indicates their identity as Wu Zhu.
But since this "Little Crescent Moon" is a divine witch, he should be called Wu Crescent Moon. Even if the name is engraved here, it should be "Shenwu Crescent Moon is here for a visit". "Little Crescent Moon" reads more like a follower. Forget it, Bai Lu's temperament is capable of doing anything, and it is not uncommon for him to be appointed a follower to be a witch.
Qi Yin put out the lamp talisman and walked forward with the bronze lamp holder. Suddenly, it was a stalactite cave in front of him. There are many old coffins under the stalagmites, and there are many moldy wood piles around. Turning a large stalagmite, a crescent table and a lacquer chair were placed on a stone platform, and a censer was placed on the table. There are some boxes and cages under the table, and a few green sand pots, I don't know what is there.
He froze when he saw the coffins, walked around them to the stone platform, and lifted the cages. The lock was rusted to death, and after breaking it twice, Qi Yin pulled out the Guiwu sword and slashed hard. The lock was broken, and Qi Yin opened the box and put some clothes inside. He didn't know what material the clothes were made of, but he could still wear them. He picked out a crow blue mid laner and wore it. He opened another box and put a lot of blueprints in it. After flipping through it, the drawings were very brittle and shattered when he touched them. He carefully picked out a few and looked at them, all of which were maps of human acupuncture points, maps of human meridians and so on.
Qi Yin stood up, looked at the coffins under the stone platform, and remembered the corpse of Nu Luo buried under the stilts. God doesn't joke like that, does it? Are these coffins all the same people as Fu Lan? He counted slightly, and there were more than 20 mouthfuls. More than 20 brothers, it is really a bumper harvest. Qi Yin was speechless for a while, and decided to open the coffin to take a look.
Picking a coffin, there were no nails on it. It was easy, Qi Yin knocked on the coffin first, but there was no movement inside, so he started to move the lid of the coffin. The dark lacquered coffin board was removed little by little, and the things lying inside were revealed under the blue light. Qi Yin only glanced at it and felt horrified. Inside was a group of black things with three heads and six arms. Qi Yin poked its three heads with a sword, its eyes had been melted by burning, and there were no lips, revealing a row of white teeth.
Fortunately, it's not a guy who looks the same as Fu Lan, Qi Yin is not ready to harvest so many brothers. to open another coffin,
They were all odd-looking things, some with two heads, some with heads like sarcomas, and Lang Dang hung around their necks. The cave was full of monster corpses. Qi Yin didn't want to stay here any longer. She walked out of the cave with her sword in hand, and as soon as she climbed out a foot, she saw a stiff figure hanging at the end of the tunnel.
He hurriedly returned to the cave, his heart beating thumping in the cavity. It was definitely not Fu Lan, that shadow was short and short, like a dwarf. The head is unusually large, like a sledgehammer on the neck. The most important thing is that it doesn't touch the ground and hangs in the air. Damn, shouldn't it be a ghost? Qi Yin cautiously stuck out half of his head, and when he glanced at it, he was immediately startled, and the ghost figure actually floated towards him.
my girl. Qi Yin tiptoed back, even though he had magic, but when he encountered something he couldn't understand, it was better to hide first. In the cave, you can see to the end at a glance, and there is nowhere to hide. Qi Yin was so anxious that she broke into a cold sweat and suddenly saw an empty coffin.
Holding his breath, he looked out from the crack on the side of the coffin, and the ghostly figure with a thin big head strayed to the entrance of the cave. Don't come in, don't come in, Qi Yin said silently in her heart. I saw the two little feet hanging down over there and turned in the air, and the ghost entered the cave.
Your uncle. Qi Yin cursed secretly. The ghost came in and stopped for a while, not knowing what it was doing. The gap was too small, and Qi Yin could only see his small feet in black boots. The ghost figure moved, and it approached the coffin pile, followed by a sharp "squeak", which was the sound of the coffin lid moving. The ghost figure stopped for a moment, moved to the next coffin, and made another "squeak", the coffin board moved, and the ghost figure floated to the other coffin.
what is it doing? Qi Yin's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly realized that he had done something wrong. He was lying on the wrong coffin, and this big-headed little devil was walking around looking for his own coffin! In an instant, it was like falling into an ice cave, and Qi Yin was chilled from head to toe. The ghost figure had seen nearly half of the coffin, and it was getting closer and closer to him, and it was about to move to him. He closed his eyes and suddenly had an idea.
A gleam of blue light penetrated the gap and hit the bridge of Qi Yin's nose. Qi Yin stared at those little feet, squeezed her throat, and laughed grimly.
Ghosts frighten ghosts, frighten ghosts to death, I may not be able to beat you, I scare you to death.
Sure enough, the feet stopped. Qi Yin choked his throat and said, "Little baby, the old man is the iron-headed king of the spider cave for ten thousand years. Today, I will requisition your cave for a little rest. If you know each other and leave by yourself, the old man will spare you a small life."
There was silence for a long time, and a young man's voice sounded, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's the iron-headed king, dare to ask the king's name?"
Still talking? It doesn't look like a ghost, it's a monster. Qi Yin cleared his throat and said, "The old man's name is Qi Batian, so you don't need to ask hello, you can leave quickly."
The monster didn't leave, but floated up on the stone platform. With a wave of his sleeves, there was an ice-patterned stone goblet and a purple clay pot and two exquisite small cups on the table.
"Your Majesty came to the humble house, and I'm really ashamed that I didn't sweep the couch to greet you." The monster laughed, "I don't know if it's an honor to drink tea with the Iron-headed King at the same seat as Yuli?"
Qi Yin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened the coffin and sat up, "Old monster?"
Wu Yuli twitched the cup's hand and narrowed his eyes slightly, "What do you call me?"
"No, no," Qi Yin rolled out of the coffin, rubbing her hands together and smiling, "Uncle, uncle!"
Qi Yin sat down on the drum stool opposite him, slightly surprised. In front of him was a young man of twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a cloak with silver threads and flowing clouds on a black background, chiseled silver buttons on the plain white collar, and the black silk surface was neatly pressed without any wrinkles. He was holding on to the teacup, revealing a thumb wearing a Hetian green jade wrench. The sky blue jade made his fingers white as green onions. Just now I saw Shadow like a big-headed brat because he was wearing a hood. His uncle has always been a delicate person, and he will die as beautiful as a flower, let alone when he is alive. Qi Yin was a little surprised and said, "Uncle Shi, have you rejuvenated? You have become rich."
"Laughing." Wu Yuli nodded, "Xiaoyin, I thought that when I saw you again, it would be time to take your body. I never expected that we would meet again after less than a month."
When it comes to taking his body, Qi Yin's heart is inevitably a little bitter. This guy is so strong that he single-handedly destroyed the entire Bashan Temple. Qi Yin has no hope of whether he can still save this dog's life. He has always been pessimistic. When he was a child, he watched the stage and sang opera, and the scholar said goodbye to the beautiful woman to go to Beijing to take the exam. Only then did he move on to the willow farewell.
Generals will die when they go to war, loyal ministers and good ministers are always beheaded, Haitang is crushed into dust, and Zhu Yan is the easiest to get old. He is such an unpleasant temperament, seeing Jinling Yushu Qinhuai Waterside Pavilion, but thinking about the other day the moss and rubble are piled red.
After coming out of Wufang Mountain, he treated every day as the last day, just thinking about not leaving any regrets. Qi Yin twitched the corners of his mouth dryly, not wanting to say more about it. Looking up at Wu Yuli, this fellow's lips were pale, and his palm-sized face was pale. Yin asked, "You don't look very good."
"It's okay," Wu Yuli said lightly, "Before coming, I made a divination and spent some spiritual energy."
Qi Yin began to wonder if he could take advantage of his illness to kill him. After comparing the strengths of the two, he felt that they were still a little uncertain, so he casually said: "I heard that fortune-telling is very hurtful, so ask tomorrow how many eggs the hen lays. Nosebleed, the bigger the question, the harder it is to ask, and some people's fortune-telling almost took their life into it. What are you asking, Uncle Master?"
Wu Yuli put down the tea cup and said, "The Great Luck of Heaven and Earth."
Qi Yin choked, really big people are extraordinary, and the things they ask are extraordinary. If he came to ask, I'm afraid he would ask how many numbers the casino's dice can roll tomorrow. On second thought, this fellow asked about the great luck of heaven and earth, could it be related to the white deer? Qi Yin clicked his tongue secretly and asked, "Is the hexagram still wishful?"
"It's only half a hexagram." He shook his head, "Don't mention this, Xiao Yin, why are you here?"
Qi Yin was embarrassed, what can you say about this? You can't tell him directly that you're here to peep his secrets.
Wu Yuli's face had a bit of sadness. He has always been calm and elegant, and always felt that he was too high to be approached. Now he has a little more expression, and he has a real human touch.
He sighed: "There is only one drop of the blood of the white deer in the world, and it is in your blood. If you lose your arms and legs, I will be very distressed. I will give you Qi Lingshu's life in exchange for your body, and I will allow you to see The person you want to see is completely unfulfilled. If you think about it carefully, it should be a good deal. But if you meet someone you shouldn't see, and hear something you shouldn't hear, come here where you shouldn't," Wu Yu Li smiled apologetically, "Then I have no choice but to ask you to move to the house until I have finished my work, and welcome the return of God."
This man looks gentle and easygoing on the surface, but is actually cruel. Qi Yin didn't dare to contradict him, and hurriedly swore and swore, "Uncle, I really didn't want to come in. It was a crazy woman who came from nowhere and kidnapped me!"
Wu Yuli sighed lightly, "It's really not your fault, so let's spare you this time."
"Uncle Shi is really generous, really generous," Qi Yin forced a smile, turned to see the coffins, and asked, "Is this your old residence? What are the things in these coffins? It looks weird."
Wu Yuli froze and laughed softly, "In my opinion, it's better that you don't know."
"Don't worry, I'm very daring now, it's okay, you can't scare me easily."
The purple sand tea cup turned around in Su Bai's hand, Wu Yuli said slowly, "They were the former 'Fu Lan'."