There is no moonlight tonight, and the snow everywhere looks gray, revealing a breath of death.
At this moment, my buddy was more nervous than ever before, because I didn't know what it was before. When I knew it was a wolf demon with hundreds of years of cultivation, it was comparable to a small drought demon. This feeling of intense heartbeat made me realize that the feeling of a warrior who would never return when he set out was coming from the bottom of my heart.
When I arrived at the temple gate, I found that it was locked again and there were a few more footprints in the snow. I was shocked. It must be that a magician had come to prevent others from finding the hole under the statue. I peeked in through the crack of the door with a flashlight and found that the statue had returned to its original position.
He immediately reached out and grabbed the padlock and pulled it hard, even the door nose was torn off. The moment he stepped into the temple gate, his heart beat faster and faster. He took a few deep breaths, tried his best to calm his mind, and pushed the statue aside by himself. This time, he unexpectedly did not feel the cold air. He looked down and did not see the pair of blue lights.
Could it be that after all the noise last night, the wolf demon moved to another place? I shone the flashlight downwards, and the focal point of the beam of light was projected on the ground. As I expected, it was about ten meters deep. The bottom of the cave was bare and there was nothing. It seemed that the wolf demon was really gone.
Fuck his uncle, could it be an empty city plan? Thinking of this, he unscrewed the bottle cap and poured a little blood down, then waited for a while. Seeing no movement, he took a brick from the altar and threw it down, but there was still no sound. He gritted his teeth and went down to take a look. He tied a red rope on his head, drank two sips of Erguotou, held the flashlight in his mouth, and slid down through the cave.
The diameter of this shaft was only about 50 centimeters, about the same as a robber's hole, just enough to fit my body. I supported myself with my hands and feet on both sides to control my speed of sliding down. When I was two meters away from the ground, I suddenly jumped down, and the moment I touched the ground, I was ready for any attack.
Fortunately, I landed safely on the ground without encountering any abnormalities. Turning my head, I saw two horizontal tunnels on the left and right, about one meter tall and one meter wide. This pattern was expected, because the tunnel to the north should lead to more than 30 meters behind the temple, probably dug by the five ghosts. And will the tunnel to the south pass through the road and reach the grave
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel excited. If this was true, then everything was within my buddy's plan!
He took the flashlight in his left hand, held a few copper coins in his right hand, and turned to go into the tunnel to the south. The four walls were all mud, without a single rock. Judging from the roughness of the cave walls, it was fully proved that it was the work of the five ghosts. The five plague substitutes were originally to help people carry things, not miners, so how could we expect them to dig a smooth and beautiful cave
There were a lot of footprints on the uneven dirt ground, it seemed someone walked here often. And every few meters there would be a talisman, all of which were "spirit-moving and ghost-moving talismans". I picked them up one by one, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought, this thing is a kind of magic that uses external force to move ghosts.
For example, the Five Ghosts Mixing the Sky spell can use the power of the local gods and spirits to drive away ghosts and borrow troops from the five ghosts. So, the person who created the Five Ghosts Mixing the Sky spell was not more than two magicians, but most likely just one person, who used the Ghost Mixing Spell to help him complete the ritual.