Burning Incense In Prison: Mistaken For A Fortune Teller

Feng Yue and Nie Gaoyang's scalps were numb. The dead man who had just been killed and thrown into the cliff was now looking at them with a smile on his face.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Zhao Yi glanced at the armored puppet next to him. The other person took a step forward and raised his knife to split it in half vertically from the middle!

The old man's body oozed blood strangely, but layers of yellow paper spurted out from it. There was also a faint yin energy flowing in it, and it turned out to be a paper man that looked fake!

"It's actually...paper-piercing people."

Feng Yue was well-informed and recognized it immediately: "It is rumored that a very powerful elder from the Soul-Calling Sect got the evil technique of paper-piercing people from nowhere. It took ten people's living souls to create a The paper sticks out."

After killing a paper-pricked man, Zhao Yi felt calm and entered the town first: "Don't waste time, solve it as soon as possible, I have to go back to retreat."

The dilapidated town of Langzhong is full of desolation and decay, with not a single person on the streets.

Zhao Yi's goal was very clear. He walked towards the ancestral hall of the town and explained to the two people without looking back: "A plague broke out here before, and too many people died of the disease. They were nostalgic for the world of mortals and refused to leave, so it is a large place." There has been no development in the land of Yin for many years.”

"Someone used this to set up a large formation of earth-bound spirits, repeating it over and over again to gather the yin energy. The purpose is to cultivate the red-clothed devil, and it seems to have succeeded!"

Feng Yue looked at the empty streets and alleys, seeing no one, and shuddered subconsciously: "Where have all the people in Langzhong Town gone? Aren't they all dead?"

Langzhong Town must have a population of five to six hundred. If they all died, several of their accomplices would probably be doomed as well.

"That's not the case."

Zhao Yi covered a corner of the town with the book of life and death. He still knew that the townspeople were alive, but they must have been confused. They gathered in the ancestral hall like puppets: "But it's fast, the vitality is losing, I guess. It’s only been these two days.”

"But I always felt like something was wrong. It seemed like everyone was being misled."

It took more than ten minutes to arrive at the ancestral hall. It is the only eye-catching building in the whole town, but it cannot hide its dilapidation and vicissitudes. The appearance maintains the style of the Qing Dynasty. Next to it stands an old clay sculpture. It is difficult to see its appearance clearly now.

"Let's go in and have a look."

Zhao Yi didn't care about Feng Yue and Nie Gaoyang, but still stepped forward first. His curiosity was really aroused, and he always felt that what he was seeing was not the truth. The armored puppet followed closely behind, and the dark red sword was filled with evil energy. .

The other two people hurriedly followed, and even the starry night watchman capsized. If they didn't hug Zhao Yi's thigh tightly, they would definitely be finished.

The ancestral hall was filled with the residents of Langzhong Town, and everyone had a cheerful smile on their faces. When they saw four more people coming in, one of them, an old man in his sixties, hurriedly greeted them: "Everyone who comes from afar is a guest. , I am the mayor of this town, we have someone getting married today, come in and have a drink."

Zhao Yi looked at the other party's blue and bloated face, as well as the red wedding invitations posted on the wall, bowed slightly and said, "Then I'm sorry."

When the mayor heard this, a stiff smile appeared on his face. The people behind him produced four bowls of wine from nowhere and presented it to them: "Wuliangye's home-brewed grain wine is not as good as Wuliangye. Please try it quickly." Taste it, the banquet will begin soon.”

The rest of the people in the ancestral hall looked over, their eyes only staring at the four people with penetrating whites.

The air was filled with the fresh aroma of wine, and even Feng Yue, who didn't understand wine, couldn't help but smell it a few more times.

There were golden flames steaming in Zhao Yi's eyes, and he saw through the deception arranged.

The four bowls of wine that were originally clear suddenly became as turbid as urine. A few soaked and white fingers could be seen, and they were covered with fat white maggots. Zhao Yi stood there motionless: "Suddenly I don't want to." Drinking it.”

Since Zhao Yi didn't drink, Feng Yue and Nie Gaoyang were not fools. They knew where these places were, and they didn't dare to drink randomly even if they had the courage to do so.

The atmosphere remained deadlocked, and the townspeople gradually came closer, with a fierce light in their eyes...

Feng Yue and Nie Gaoyang both made fighting postures. Suddenly, a young man with a delicate appearance and a pale complexion wearing a simple Taoist robe emerged from the crowd and brought the wine in front of Zhao Yi: "Now the food and wine It’s so rare, if they don’t drink it, give it to me!”

Say it.

He picked up four glasses of wine and moved them quietly. It seemed like he drank them all, but in fact he poured them all out.

Seeing someone coming to the rescue, the mayor looked better and said, "Everyone, wait a little longer. When the bride comes, we can start the party."

It wasn't until the mayor returned to the crowd with the four townspeople that the young man in Taoist robes saluted Zhao Yi and the four of them, and said sincerely: "Xiaosheng is a disciple of Longhu Mountain. I am passing by." Something doesn’t feel right about this town.”

"The townspeople seem to be confused, repeating the same things over and over again. If you hadn't drank just now, I'm afraid it would have triggered their rage."

Feng Yue's face showed joy: "You are actually a disciple of Longhu Mountain!"

Longhu Mountain is a top-notch sect in Daxia. If there is help from the trail in front of them, the success rate of rescuing their accomplices will be even higher.

The young man nodded at first, and then asked doubtfully: "I am indeed a disciple of Longhu Mountain. What are your origins? This town is too dangerous. It's better to leave quickly before the bride comes."

Zhao Yi looked at the young man who claimed to be a disciple of Longhu Mountain coldly: "Cut it down."

Without giving the other party a chance to argue, the armored puppet behind him immediately struck. The young Taoist priest didn't even have time to react. He cut him in half from the waist with another knife, and the red blood stained the ancestral hall!

The other party looked at Zhao Yi in disbelief. He didn't understand that he had carefully disguised himself and deceived so many people. How did he get exposed today? He was too decisive and decisive, and didn't even give him a chance to argue?

Feng Yue and Nie Gaoyang also looked at Zhao Yi in shock. The disciples from Longhu Mountain were beheaded just because they were told?

You must know that Longhu Mountain is a first-class sect, and the status of its disciples is no lower than that of the Night Watchmen. The Old Heavenly Master is also a powerful man who stands at the top of Daxia. If this matter is really spread today, it will cause a lot of disputes.

"Longhu Mountain is a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from Langzhong Town. How could he come here by chance? He is also a disciple of the Soul-Calling Sect. If you don't believe me, check the sleeves and robes. There is a very powerful cartilage powder inside. King Wu can't stand it even if he takes a few more puffs. ”

Zhao Yi felt that it was great to have a book of life and death. He never thought that anyone could deceive him. No matter how good his acting skills were, it would be useless.

The young Taoist priest's status in the Soul-Calling Sect was not low, lower than that of the sect master and elders. He was a powerful magician who had become a master of Taoism, but he didn't even show any skills, so he became a puppet in armor and died in vain under the sword.

Feng Yue and Nie Gaoyang searched the sleeves and robes, and sure enough they found a vial. The other party was also talking unconsciously just now. If you don't pay attention, you will fall into the trap.

"Let's take a seat and wait for the bride to enter the ancestral hall."

Zhao Yi found a place to sit down and waited for the truth to surface.