Qingyue Temple

Fang Shanshui and Yuan Pei arrived at the underground palace, and when they found the entrance, they found that martial law was indeed enforced.

Armed police with real guns and live ammunition surrounded the outside and pulled the cordon.

Coincidentally, at this time a group of people were sent by a military vehicle, Fang Shanshui and Yuan Pei hid aside and watched, and the people who got out of the vehicle were actually the group of people that Fang Shanshui avoided at the airport.

Yuan Pei subconsciously looked at Fang Shanshui.

Fang Shanshui subconsciously pressed the hand-figured master he was looking at into his clothes.

Yuan Pei could also see that those people had different auras. Unlike Fang Shanshui, who was covered in yin and evil spirits, and was yelled at by people like Zhang Yizheng at the first sight, those were real famous families, and there was a difference at first glance. Ordinary feeling.

It's just that Fang Shanshui avoided these people for some reason, otherwise they would have been able to take the cars of these masters and enter the underground palace together.

Yuan Pei stared at the entrance of the underground palace, pinched his fingers to calculate, and frowned: "According to the uncle driver, this is probably the third batch of mages invited? It seems that this place is really dangerous. Chu Han and the others seem to... ...Not so good. Fang Fang, we have to hurry, I think they seem to be very dangerous now."

Fang Shanshui nodded, and looked at the area of ​​the underground palace from a distance. The pervasive evil spirit was like a mirage, layer by layer on the sky, and a thick cloud seemed to be leached from the soil. dead air.

In addition to being too evil, this place can almost be compared with the ghost domain formed by his large formation on Qingyue Mountain.

"What should we do now? It looks like some kind of military base over there. We can't get in... Hey, isn't that the Daoist Zhang who got screwed so badly last time?" Yuan Pei was suffering from a headache when he suddenly saw the military base. An acquaintance got out of the car, "Fang Fang, should we stop Daoist Zhang alone?"

Fang Shanshui asked Yuan Pei to stretch out his hand, dipped his fingertips on the cinnabar in the small box of the backpack, and wrote a cloud seal character on Yuan Pei's palm.

Fang Shanshui pushed Yuan Pei's hand and said, "Make a fist..."

Yuan Pei obeyed, and then saw Fang Shanshui suddenly blowing at his clenched hand, and then Yuan Pei stared wide-eyed at his hand disappearing, and his body as well, as if a large area was erased by an eraser in the air. A large piece was wiped away.

Yuan Pei could feel himself, but couldn't see him. This feeling was amazing.

Yuan Pei: [Fang..."

As soon as Yuan Pei opened his mouth, he found that his figure seemed to be being squeezed out of the air, and he couldn't help being shocked.

Fang Shanshui warned: "Hush, don't make a sound, and don't let go of your fist."

Yuan Pei quickly shut up, and then watched his body disappear again.

Immediately, Fang Shanshui followed the same pattern and concealed himself.

The figurine of the master on the shoulder suddenly felt that he was hanging in the air, Fang Shanshui was no longer beside him, and his crimson eyes narrowed instantly.

However, the next moment, it felt Fang Shanshui's hand put it into the clothes, smelling the familiar smell around it, it was puzzled for a while, and then became quiet again.

Yuan Pei was thinking that he couldn't see Fang Shanshui anymore, and he couldn't talk to Fang Shanshui anymore, what should he do next, when he heard Fang Shanshui's voice like a voice transmission: [Go. 】

Yuan Pei nodded like a thief, and followed Fang Shanshui forward.

……

A group of decent masters who just got off the bus at the gate, Quanzhen Sect, Tianshidao, and other sects of masters, have basically entered the underground palace, but a Taoist priest who is not too old is left outside to accompany the military and police. gatekeeper.

The Taoist's ears moved suddenly, he looked towards a blank space in front of him, and shouted, "Who is it?"

Hearing this, the military police next to the Taoist priest fired a shot in the direction the Taoist priest was looking at, and with a "bang", a hole was dug half a meter in front of Yuan Pei's feet, which scared Yuan Pei to the ground. Weighed, he quickly covered his mouth, and dared not go any further.

The Taoist priest was also taken aback by the military police who fired: "Why did you suddenly shoot? What if you hurt innocent people?"

The military police who were questioned immediately stood at attention and replied: "Report! There have been tomb robbers roaming around recently. The prospectors have found several robbery holes, but they have not caught anyone, so let us be more vigilant."

The Taoist could only nod upon hearing this.

As soon as his attention was diverted, the Taoist turned back to look at the place just now, and there was no sound of the seemingly invisible copper plates, and he frowned.

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In the underground palace, it wasn't until Fang Shanshui pulled him into the darkness that Yuan Pei finally dared to gasp: "It's really exciting, Fang Fang, isn't that Taoist priest also very powerful, able to see through your invisibility?"

Fang Shanshui hit him: "That's not true, he has cultivated better hearing and eyesight, and he heard the criss-crossing of copper coins in your pocket."

"I'm going, I can hear you all. I just paid attention to keeping my footsteps light." Yuan Pei complained, then took out the three copper coins that were specially used for divination in his pocket, held them in his hands for a while, and sensed them. Then throw it out.

Fang Shanshui held the hand-figured Master who jumped out of his clothes, watched Yuan Pei's fortune-telling, and saw that he had finished throwing it away, and said strangely: "I thought it was all fortune-telling with six copper coins."

"We're just looking for a direction. This place is very dangerous. With six copper coins, I'm easily disturbed." After looking at the hexagram Xiangdui, Yuan Pei picked up the copper coins and stood up. He closed his eyes and sensed it before pointing to the darkness in front of the left. "Go, go in this direction."

……

On the script that Chu Han was holding, the words on it seemed to be stained with blood.

Seeing those crew members who seemed to be living dead, they approached with wooden faces one by one.

Li Ronghao grabbed Chu Han's hand, almost out of breath, "Director, what should we do?"

Chu Han seemed to refuse the title of director, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and look down,

[In the center of the altar, there is a bronze tripod nearly as high as three people. I don’t know how this tripod was fired. It is very heavy. It has been placed on the top of the altar for thousands of years, and the top of the altar has been depressed by almost five feet. It was so deep that it didn't overwhelm this weird altar.

The director climbed up from the tripod's ears and saw...]

When Chu Han saw it, he immediately grabbed Li Ronghao to avoid the crowd, walked around to the center of the big tripod, and climbed up with the tripod's ears until he reached the mouth of the tripod. He climbed on the edge of the tripod, took a breath, and then He coughed, as if he had breathed in the air of a corpse.

Li Ronghao shouted from below: "Director, what did you see?"

Chu Han turned his head to look behind Li Ronghao, the living dead below who kept approaching them just now had stopped moving, they just looked up at him on the tripod, all their eyes turned white, and there was a strange expression on their faces. laugh.

Chu Han turned his head back tremblingly, and looked inside the cauldron again—there were countless dead skulls, one after another, looking at him from almost the same angle as the people below, and the pairs of empty eye holes seemed to be Like smiling at him.

Chu Han:! !

Suddenly, Fang Hao in the crowd below sang that familiar ballad again.

The cold voice echoed in the empty underground palace, as if someone was responding to it.

After Fang Hao sang, Chu Han couldn't understand, but he realized that the lyrics might be more critical, so he smartly turned over the script immediately.

Sure enough, the last two pages of the script read: [The Shaanxi assistant who was possessed by a ghost, when the director had a headache, said that he understood the lyrics, and translated to the director:

Two or three thousand, to be buried, bones to build walls, phosphorus to make light...

Cut off the head, cook it in a cauldron, cut off the foot, lock the soul...

people go...

Who is on my head, who is on my feet? 】

Just after reading the script, Chu Han heard the voice of the Shaanxi assistant who was possessed by ghosts written in the script: "Director... I understand what he is singing...they are probably looking for their own head and feet, Can you help them?"

Chu Han found that he was short of lines, so he didn't correct him, but swallowed and asked, "How can I help them?"

When Li Ronghao heard the last sentence, he realized that the assistant was also possessed!Li Ronghao wanted to prevent Chu Han from replying. After all, in a ghost story like this, when you ask the ghost how to help him, he either asks you to give him his head and feet, or asks you to act as a substitute for him!

It's a pity that Li Ronghao was not as quick as Chu Han, and it was too late to stop him.

After hearing Chu Han's answer, the assistant and screenwriter raised their heads. They looked at Chu Han and smiled at Chu Han with the same green eyes.

At this time, Chu Han was in a daze by the sacrificial tripod for a moment, and suddenly found that the surrounding environment had changed again.

There were many more people around, wearing ancient costumes, kneeling down on the steps by soldiers one by one, men, women, young and old, being sent to the top of the altar one by one.

On the altar, before offering sacrifices to the cauldron, a sorcerer, holding a short inch-long knife, cut off the heads of the living one by one.

When the head was cut off, the expression on the person's face was still moving, struggling in pain, howling horribly, and then thrown into the burning sacrificial cauldron by the wizard.

Chu Han was taken aback, and looked at the sacrificial tripod again. There were not only skulls in the tripod, but fresh human heads, which were being cooked in the tripod.

Even the heads of these people are still moving and screaming!

Chu Han was terrified to die, but kept telling himself in his heart, this is all an illusion, don't be fooled!

However, at this moment, Chu Han's eyes widened suddenly, and he saw a man wearing ancient clothes but with Fang Hao's face pushed in front of the wizard.

The wizard cut off Fang Hao's head with a knife...

"Ah!!!" Fang Hao's severed head screamed, his face, as beautiful as a beautiful girl's, was completely hideous from the pain.The bridge of his nose after plastic surgery was a little crooked because of too much expression.

Seeing Fang Hao's nose, Chu Han realized that it might not be a hallucination, and couldn't help shouting: "Fang Hao!"

After entering the underground palace, Fang Hao, the leading actor who has been possessed all the time and almost never woke up, seems to have really regained consciousness this time. He also heard Chu Han's cry. Looking at Chu Han, he kept shouting: "Director! What's going on, Director! Help me, I'm in so much pain, ah!"

The wizard threw Fang Hao's head into the sacrificial cauldron. As soon as Fang Hao's head fell into the cauldron, it was mixed into countless severed heads, and the screams were drowned in it. Chu Han couldn't find him in an instant. .

The head-cutting wizard looked up at Chu Han, as if he had just discovered him, and said casually: "Why is there another one there, come, someone, go and catch him."

The soldier responded: "Yes!"

Chu Han felt cold for a while.

Could it be that he and his crew are going to be buried here today?

Just when he was desperate, Chu Han suddenly discovered that the soldier who came up to arrest him turned into Yuan Pei's face!

Chu Han stared wide-eyed.

Yuan Pei booed him.