Shen Bing looked at the shape of the ebony, scratched his head and said, "Why does it look so familiar? It seems to be a bit like a black wood plate?"
I laughed and said, "Because they are brothers, this one will be a black wooden plate when it is ripe."
Shen Bing jumped up and pointed at Wu Mu and stammered, "This... this is really a black wooden plate, you... you are not lying to me, are you?"
"Why would I lie to you?" I turned around and looked around. There was only ebony and bones here, not the fine steel that Brother Niu had mentioned. However, the walls of this circular cave were all made of smooth jade, which showed that this place was very important. Between the jades, there were many murals that were fired, all of which were painted pictures and were very exquisitely made.
Shen Bing and I pouted, walked to the wall, and looked at the murals one by one. The contents of the paintings were all portraits of ghosts, each with a green face and fangs, very ferocious and terrifying. My buddy has been dealing with ghosts for several years, but he didn't recognize any of the ghosts in the paintings.
"You know all the ghosts above, right?" Shen Bing thought that as a ghost story expert, I must have extensive knowledge.
I coughed twice and said, "They are all ancient evil ghosts who served under the Ten Kings of Hell. Later they disappeared and never appeared again." This is pure nonsense. Anyway, she doesn't know them, so what I say is the truth.
Shen Bing nodded seriously, as if she had learned a lot, which made her buddy laugh secretly. But she was not a fool after all. She saw the portrait in front and said, "No, bumpkin, this looks like the ghost king. I heard that he was killed by a kid named Liu recently."
I looked forward and saw that it was indeed the Ghost King. Statues of the Ten Great Ghost Marshals are worshipped in many folk temples. A search on the Internet will yield a large number of them. After returning from Mangshan last time, Shen Bing was particularly interested in the Ghost King and went to an Internet cafe to look up this guy. This portrait is exactly the same as the one on the Internet. I blinked and said, "He is the chief of the Ghost Marshals under the Chief Executive, so he is still alive today."
Shen Bing said "Oh" and continued to walk forward. Suddenly, her whole body was shocked, and she pointed at a painting in front of her and said in a trembling voice: "Why does this portrait look so much like me?"
I was startled and looked in the direction of her finger. Damn it, I even got goose bumps all over my body. That one doesn't look like her, but like me!
Even though the portrait was burned, it looked lifelike. The face and the clothes, my God, were an exact copy of me at this moment. Even the wrinkles on the cotton-padded jacket were very clear, as were the stinky water stains on the trouser legs and the backpack behind me. Everything was exactly the same!
"Why don't you speak?" Shen Bing pushed me hard, looking very frightened, and said to me in a trembling voice: "This reminds me of the scene in the Ghost Town Soul Well. What I saw was myself at that time..."
This sentence woke me up from my dream, and I suddenly came to my senses. What we saw were all illusions. This portrait was the evil spirit in the Soul-Reflecting Well!
"Don't look at this painting, let's get out of here quickly." I grabbed Shen Bing in panic and was about to leave.
But it was too late. The weak Taoist energy in Shen Bing was not enough to compete with this dead thing. He stepped back, shook his head desperately and said, "I won't leave. I want to find myself." While speaking, his mind was a little confused.
Fuck his second uncle, blowing hair for bones, breaking belt for snakes, and black dog blood, but they couldn't stop this damn thing. However, at present, the damn thing is only secretly confusing Shen Bing's mind, and has not attacked openly, which means that it is still seriously injured and dare not force it. Shen Bing has become like this, in fact, it is my fault, I forgot to close the door and refuse visitors before, so the damn thing has an opportunity to take advantage of it.
He bit his finger, tapped her forehead, chanted two spells to exorcise evil spirits, and smeared some blood on his forehead to seal his spiritual orifice.
Shen Bing's eyes suddenly rolled around, and her eyes became clear again. She exhaled, frowned, and asked, "What happened to me just now? I felt like I was drunk, and my mind was hazy and I couldn't remember anything."
I ignored her and took out a bunch of incense, held it in front of my eyes, and whispered a spell to drive away evil spirits. Then I looked at the mural again. This time, the face on the picture was no longer me, but a fox. But the head was human, with long flowing hair and a beautiful face, a beautiful woman's face. But her face was extremely pale, as if she was seriously ill. In her left paw, she was looking at a bronze mirror in front of her eyes, and in her right paw, she was holding a wooden comb, just like combing her hair.
It had a bunch of fat tails behind it. I counted them and there were eight of them. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue. The fox spirit on Qu Mo only had five tails, but this damn thing had cultivated eight tails. Among fox spirits, it was considered very powerful. You know, if a fox spirit cultivates nine tails, it can ascend to heaven.
What does the mirror in its hand mean? Is it reflecting souls
"Oh, it's a vixen! Humph, it's much worse than the fox spirit in Qu Mo." Shen Bing cursed angrily.
I touched my nose and thought, looking at the dead fox, it must be its real body hiding in the mural. Its face looked like it was injured. Why don't I take this opportunity to kill it? Thinking of this, I decided to use the Fire Bell Curse to test its strength. Just as I was about to recite the spell, I heard Shen Bing scream again, which scared me and I quickly turned to look at her.
"Look, over there are Ding Wu and Mao Liu..." Shen Bing pointed at the portraits in front and shouted with fear on her face.
I looked and it was true. Damn it, not only was Ding Wu Mao Liu there, but there were also several ghost monkeys on the left and right, looking similar to the two of them. I counted them, there were exactly four in front of them, and six in the back, so there were twelve ghost monkeys in total. However, among the twelve ghost things, the portrait of Ding Wu Mao Liu was somewhat unique. The frame was outlined with silver paint, which made it stand out, as if its status was higher than that of the other ghost monkeys.
This is the same as the portrait of a fox spirit, except that its portrait is outlined in gold paint, which shows that it is the leader of all evil!
This was a bit confusing for me, and when I looked back at the statue of the Ghost King, it was just an outline of silver paint. Even the Ghost King did not have a higher status than the dead fox. This thing was no ordinary fox fairy, and it must have a great origin.
Thinking of this, I didn't dare to act rashly. As the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if the Eight-tailed Fox Fairy was seriously injured, it was still more powerful than a group of evil spirits. Maybe this damn thing was waiting for me to take action and sent itself to death.
I gritted my teeth and said, "Let's go to Duanlong Village first. Maybe we can find the secret of destroying the Soul-Zhaoling Well in the village." There is no record of the Soul-Zhaoling Well in the Feng Shui Secret Book. I guess this is a trick left by the ancestors of the Cao family, and the clue can only be found in their lair.
I pulled Shen Bing and ran towards the tunnel entrance. Shen Bing shook off my hand and said, "Before the black wooden plate is refined, let's destroy it first."
I thought so too. After the black wood disk was refined, it would be a terrifying evil weapon. But when Shen Bing ran to the black wood, a flash of inspiration suddenly came to his mind, and he hurriedly shouted: "Stop, don't touch that thing..."