The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Qinglin’s eyes almost popped out.

This was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing!

The light above gradually shifted, and it became darker below.

But in this dim and strange cellar, the tombstone was eerily clear.

The last stroke of the zigzag has been completed.

Qinglin just watched as the last character was written with the grass radical.

grass......

With a thud, Da Zhu, who was holding the rope ladder, lost control of his hands and fell down again.

His body touched Qinglin's feet.

Even though he was wearing boots, Qinglin felt a chill running down his bones.

His whole body froze.

In such a strange and terrifying atmosphere, he suddenly heard Lu Zhaoling's voice with a bit of doubt, "Is Da Zhu your name? Shouldn't it be your name?"

Da Zhu, isn’t that what the tall guy calls him?

Qinglin: “???”

He was already numb, and suddenly the numbness was pinched, and he was unable to react for a moment.

No. Can you still find fault with this tombstone now?

But he strangely thought this was a good question. Why? Not the tomb of Zhu?

Lu Zhaoling didn't wait for anyone to answer. She took out a short sword as thin as a hairpin and walked towards the tombstone.

"Miss, please don't go over there..." Qinglin always felt a little scared when he saw her walking over there.

"Help him up, the corpse gas on the ground has frozen into ice." Lu Zhaoling said to him without even turning his head.

Just when the word "tomb" was half written, Lu Zhaoling swung his hand, and the mini dagger stabbed forward and hit the "sun" character in the middle of the word "tomb".

There was a click.

The revealed strokes seemed to be interrupted and paused.

Qinglin pulled Da Zhu up while looking at Lu Zhaoling. Seeing that she was so strong that she stabbed the short sword into the tombstone, Qinglin was shocked again.

Miss, your grip is so strong?

Qinglin's eyes were filled with stars when he saw the way she swung the sword just now.

He felt that Lu Zhaoling had a kind of heroic spirit that none of the noble ladies in the capital had, and she was decisive and efficient, which was very fascinating.

Lu Zhaoling walked to the front of the tombstone.

This mini dagger was made by her using tree stone.

There are a total of six small daggers and a hairpin.

But this time, she didn't bring that many things, just a bone hairpin and a small dagger.

This palm sword is a very powerful magical weapon. She has blessed it with talismans, and it has infinite power. Otherwise, she would not be able to stab it directly into the tombstone.

She reached out and touched the tombstone.

It is made of rock.

She touched the tombstone and felt it was very cold.

Qinglin lifted Da Zhu up, and when he saw Lu Zhaoling put her hand on the tombstone, his heart rose to his throat.

At this moment, another tombstone next to it also started to move!

Strokes also began to slowly appear on it.

First a horizontal line.

Qinglin's attention was drawn to that, and when he saw another horizontal line appear, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Miss, the second tombstone next to it is also going to have a name!"

Qinglin couldn't help but scream out.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, it's your name." Lu Zhaoling said calmly.

Three exclamation marks suddenly appeared above Qinglin's head.

"!!!"

Sure enough, the word "qing" appeared.

He almost couldn't breathe. Thinking about the words "Qinglin's Tomb" written on the tombstone, he felt his legs were so cold that he had no feeling at all.

Miss, help me.

Before Qinglin could utter a single word, Lu Zhaoling pulled out the palm-shaped sword and stabbed it into the second tombstone.

After the word "qing", the next word paused.

However, the last stroke of the word "tomb" on the first tombstone slowly began to be written.

Qinglin: “!!!”

"Miss, do you have two swords?" His voice was faint.

Lu Zhaoling was silent for a moment, then drew his sword and stabbed back at the first tombstone.

The character "墓" stopped again, and the first character "林" (wood) came out.

"No," she replied.

Qinglin was about to cry. He looked at Dazhu, who he was supporting, and his attitude switched back and forth between kindness and evil.

Does he want to be kind?

This Da Zhu has nothing to do with them, the thing they should do is save him.

But he couldn't say it.

"But I still have a hairpin."

Lu Zhaoling pulled out the stone hairpin from her head and stabbed it hard into the second tombstone.

The character "林" was still missing a stroke, so it stopped.

Qinglin almost cried.

Miss, if the hairpin can be used, it doesn't have to be so scary. He almost lost his temper and almost threw Da Zhu away.

Lu Zhaoling looked back at him. She could feel that the amulet on Qinglin's body had also been used up.

But he himself was so stupid that he didn't feel anything.

"Have the people up there throw down a rope and pull him up first."

Qinglin quickly did as he was told.

The people up there were already waiting anxiously. They could hear the noises below but couldn't see them clearly, which made them very uneasy.

Now hearing Qinglin's cry, the tall guy hurried to find a rope.

Soon, they pulled Da Zhu up.

"Put him where he can get sunlight." Qinglin conveyed Lu Zhaoling's words upwards.

Gao Ge and Qing Feng came to lift Da Zhu, and as soon as their hands touched him, both of them trembled.

"Grandpa Mountain God! Why is Da Zhu as cold as a dead person?" the tall man cried out.

Looking at Da Zhu's face again, it was so white as if there was a layer of frost on it, which was very scary.

If this face was not indeed the familiar Da Zhu, the tall guy would have thought that he had dug out a frozen corpse from an ice grave.

Why does it look so creepy?

"Carry him over there!" Qing Feng shouted, bringing him back to his senses.

He quickly carried the person.

Da Zhu was put on the ground under direct sunlight, and then they heard a slight hissing sound from his body and white smoke rising from him.

Is this drying him out? The tall guy was numb all over.

"How is the princess?" Zhou Shiyue suddenly asked below.

Qinglin heard his question and looked at Lu Zhaoling. He saw Lu Zhaoling holding a pen, dipping it in cinnabar, and drawing talismans on the tombstone.

She lowered her head and drew the talisman, quietly and calmly. It looked like she was painting some landscape, flowers and birds. If it weren't for the fact that she was drawing a tombstone, the picture would have been quite beautiful.

"Your Highness, the young lady is... busy." Qinglin thought for a moment and replied.

"Ask her if I can go down."

Zhou Shiyue said in a low voice, asking him to wait upstairs. Seeing Da Zhu coming up like this, how could he calm down?

If this is for the sake of the dragon vein of the Great Zhou, then there is no reason for him to leave everything to Lu Zhaoling and sit here doing nothing.

"Miss, the prince said he would come down to help." Qinglin endured the cold.

"Well, let him come down."

Lu Zhaoling paused for a moment, then continued, "The third tombstone will soon have his name written on it."

Qinglin: “…”

He quickly raised his head and shouted, "My Lord, please don't come down!"