dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Speaking of Wang Shushan, Chen Daji immediately told the news that he had brought his soul back.

"Uncle Xun, Brother Shan is still raising his soul. When he wakes up, we will return him to you!"

After hearing this, the great scholar Xun Yi burst into tears and kept clasping his fists to thank Mr. Chen.

If it weren't for his identity or the limited space in the car, he might have hugged Mr. Chen and cried.

This is what is called deep love.

After all, Xun Daru never married and took Wang Shushan with him to teach him since he was a child.

The relationship between the two parties is like that of father and son, which goes far beyond the ordinary relationship between master and apprentice.

After Xun Yi completely suppressed his excitement, Hua Jiunan finally asked.

"Master, you are so anxious to transfer us to the capital. What happened?"

"In addition to the Gate of Hell, is there something weird happening here?"

Xun Yi nodded repeatedly when he heard this and sighed softly.

"Well, if it weren't for this, we wouldn't dare to ask you and Daji to take risks easily..."

Having said this, a faint singing voice suddenly came from outside the car.

The singing is so clear, it's like the other person is whispering in your ear.

You must know that although the car everyone is riding in looks ordinary, it is actually specially treated.

Whether it is preventing physical attacks or magical attacks, it has unique effects.

But even so, the weird singing voice can still be heard clearly...

Fortunately, everyone, including Chen, was an expert, so no one was afraid.

To be precise, if the dirty guy knew the identities of everyone in the car, he would probably turn around and run away immediately, and shout in horror: "Damn it, you're making trouble..."

Seeing the thick fog, Xun Yi asked the driver to park the car on the side of the road and said.

"Oh, it seems like things are getting serious."

"Xiao Sun, where is this place?"

The driver was obviously an experienced driver and he answered without hesitation.

"Mr. Xun, we are near the Summer Palace... I think that thing is coming out..."

Even with Xun Yi's cultivation level, he frowned when he heard that thing.

"Didn't that thing say, 'If you don't move me, I won't move you'? Why would you come out to join in the fun..."

After a meal of riddles, Chen, who likes to eat melons, was obviously very anxious.

"I'll go, Uncle Xun, what do you mean? Can you tell us about it?"

"Don't be afraid. No matter how evil the dirty things are, can they be more evil than our boss?"

"With him here, they will all die!"

It turns out that in the Summer Palace, there was a famous building called Foxiang Pavilion. It was built on a square platform more than 20 meters high in front of Wanshou Mountain, facing Kunming Lake in the south and the Sea of ​​Wisdom in the back.

There are many legends about this Buddhist Incense Pavilion, the most famous of which is the following:

Emperor Qianlong wanted to build a large garden in this beautiful area of ​​Haidian.

But people say that there is an ancient tomb under Longevity Mountain, the tomb of a certain princess of the Ming Dynasty, and it cannot be moved.This concubine was not a good person back then!

Qianlong only dismissed the rumors as rumors and went to the site to supervise the construction in person.

But the big stone door that served as the tomb was dug open, and a cold word suddenly came from inside: "If you don't touch me, I won't touch you!"

Qianlong was immediately frightened and ordered people to cover the soil back.

And a large temple was built on Wanshou Mountain to suppress the immortal ghosts. This is the Pavilion of Buddhist Incense.

You can imagine how vicious a ghost must be if it can appear directly in front of a prosperous emperor!

That's why the great scholar Xun Yi frowned when he realized it was this person.

"Ah? Princess? We haven't seen the princess yet!"

Chen was still fearless and stretched out his dirty hands to open the car door and go in to check.

At this moment, an equally miserable singing voice came from the car, or rather from someone named Chen.

Then I saw ghost figures flying out, flying outside the car and turning into a bright red sedan floating in the air.

Dark red blood continued to flow out of the sedan, thick and slowly covering all the surrounding areas...