After lifting the lid of the coffin, I started hunting ghosts to make money

【Chapter 4】

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At this time, Mount Qingcheng.

Wencheng had a nightmare.

In the dream, there was him, Si Jiang, and Lu Zhaolu.

The sky was lifeless, gloomy and cold.The sky seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of black fog, without a single ray of light, and without a ray of yang energy.

The air around is pervasive, creepy.

Wen Cheng stared at the scene in front of him, raised his head in a daze, looked up into the sky, his eyes were confused.

Is this... the gate of hell has opened?

July [-]th, the Ghost Festival, the gate of ghosts opens.

Just when Wen Cheng was wondering whether 'today' was the Ghost Festival, he suddenly felt something, lowered his head, and looked in the direction directly in front of him.

Then, he saw Si Jiang.

Not far in front of him, there was an open space, and Si Jiang was standing on the open space.

Si Jiang was still the same as before, wearing a black robe with a warm-colored jade pendant pinned to his waist, with a slender figure and a face as pale as paper, with no smile on his face.

Si Jiang never smiled, and he didn't know if he didn't like to laugh, or he didn't know how to laugh.

Right now, Si Jiang was standing quietly in the middle of the open space, thousands of ghosts gathering around him.

Those ghosts roared ferociously around him, baring their teeth and claws, full of resentment.

And under the soaring resentment, Si Jiang's blue and indifferent face looked even more terrifying.

Seeing these hideous and frightening ghosts, Wen Cheng's heart tightened, and his first reaction was to reach out his hand to the inside of his clothes to pick out the talisman.

He reached out and touched his arms, but found nothing.

Wen Cheng's body froze and he was in chaos.

And at this moment, Si Jiang, who was standing not far in front of him, moved.

Under Wen Cheng's flustered gaze, Si Jiang walked slowly towards him step by step.

Wen Cheng's legs softened.

If it wasn't for his self-esteem that made him unable to show weakness in front of Si Jiang, he might have turned around and fled long ago.

Seeing that Si Jiang was getting closer and closer to him, Wen Cheng forcibly calmed down and stood still.

Under Si Jiang's strong coercion, no matter how calm Wen Cheng was, he couldn't help but panic at last.Wen Cheng looked at the cold and expressionless Si Jiang, and couldn't help but quietly took a step back.

Looking at Si Jiang, Wen Cheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But after opening his mouth, Wen Cheng found that he could not speak.

So he reached out his hand suspiciously and touched his mouth.Then he finally realized it.

...his tongue is gone.

Wen Cheng's tongue was cut off by Qi Gen, and it was cut cleanly.After losing his tongue, he can't make any other sounds now except for the monosyllabic word 'ah'.

And just as Wen Cheng was touching his mouth in panic, a baby came to his side at some point and held his hand.

The baby's temperatureless hand made Wen Cheng's heart tremble.

Wen Cheng lowered his head stiffly and looked at the baby.

The baby raised his pale face, and pointed his bloody holes that had lost his eyes at Wencheng.

The baby grinned and showed a terrified smile towards Wen Cheng.

Looking at the baby's spine-tingling smile, Wen Cheng's pupils shrank suddenly.

Because he saw that the tongue in the baby's mouth was attached.The blood line between the tongue and the root is impressive and eye-catching.

If nothing else... the tongue in the baby's mouth was his tongue.

Wen Cheng's back was trembling, and his first reaction was to shake the baby away.However, no matter how much he struggled to get rid of the baby, the baby seemed to be firmly stuck to his body, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

On the other side, Si Jiang was getting closer and closer to him.

The cold yin energy attacked him head-on, almost swallowing him whole. Wen Cheng's feet softened and he almost lost his footing.

It's not that Wencheng doesn't want to run away.

It's just that his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he was deeply sunk in the mud. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't move an inch.

And at this time, the ghost baby holding his wrist also changed.

I saw that the baby suddenly turned into a sinister ghost. He grabbed Wen Cheng's arm and looked at it with a smile, as if he wanted to bite it off and 'put' it on his body.

Wen Cheng looked terrified and wanted to struggle.

...but he still couldn't move.

At this time, Wen Cheng suddenly realized that this was a dream.

Everything in front of him was his dream, not real.

Wen Cheng thought in surprise, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake up from this dream.

So, he could only just watch Si Jiang getting closer and closer to him, and Li Gui grabbed his arm, revealing his bloody mouth.

Wen Cheng didn't want to continue watching, so he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

But in the next second, Wen Cheng's heart suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Wen Cheng opened his eyes, lowered his head blankly, and looked in the direction of his heart.

... A sharp silver long sword pierced his chest.

Seeing this familiar sword, Wen Cheng turned his head in a daze, and looked behind him.

As soon as he turned his head, Lu Zhaolu's stern face, which is usually serious and stern, caught his eyes instantly.

Lu Zhaolu looked at him coldly.

……Do not.

It should be looking behind him.

Staring at Lu Zhaolu who only had Si Jiang in his eyes, Wen Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled miserably, blood and tears slowly oozing from the corners of his eyes.

Wen Cheng opened his mouth, and called silently: "Xian... Master..."

After the words fell, Wen Cheng closed his eyes and fell to the ground suddenly.

Then, Wen Cheng finally woke up.

Wen Cheng suddenly woke up from the bed. He opened his eyes and sat on the bed with cold sweat dripping down his back.

He reached out and wiped the sweat that oozed from his forehead, feeling terrified.

Wencheng has not had a nightmare for a long time.

Because it's been a long time, he can't remember the last time he had a nightmare.

therefore.

Is this... actually foreshadowing something?

Thinking of this, Wen Cheng immediately couldn't sit still, lifted the quilt, got dressed, and prepared to go to the back mountain.

After putting on his clothes, he went out of the room. Just as he was about to go to the back mountain, the youngest disciple in the courtyard greeted him.

The little disciple walked up to Wen Cheng and called out respectfully, "Master."

Wen Cheng was in a bad mood at this time and didn't want to say much, so he just hummed lightly, which was regarded as a reply.

The little disciple saw that Wen Cheng was not in a good mood, so he asked curiously: "Master, why does he seem to be in a bad mood? But what happened?"

Wen Cheng didn't want to say more, and replied: "Nothing."

The little disciple looked at his master who didn't want to say more, and shut his mouth obediently.

After Wen Cheng returned, he turned around and was about to leave. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

Wen Cheng turned his head and asked, "Did anyone send someone to inspect the back mountain these days?"

The little disciple nodded obediently: "Senior brother Yue An went to inspect a few days ago, and there was nothing abnormal."

Wen Cheng pondered: "Really..."

Just now Wen Cheng originally planned to go to the back mountain to inspect it in person, but after hearing that Yue An had visited once a few days ago, he immediately dismissed this idea.

While dispelling the idea, Wen Cheng couldn't help feeling that he seemed a little too sensitive.

But it's just a nightmare, what can it mean?He was too much to worry about.

Outside the soul-locking formation, firstly there were Liangyichen micro-arrays sitting in the guard, moreover, there were more than a hundred pieces of real martial arts amulets pasted on the coffin, and finally, there was a ghost-killing amulet on the forehead.

With so many formations and spells, it is absolutely impossible for Si Jiang to escape from them.

Unless... someone broke into the tomb, broke the formation from the outside, and tore off the spell.

But this possibility is very slim.

Leaving aside the talisman, it is absolutely impossible to find it just by looking at it.

He hides the eyes of the formation very deep, unless he personally goes out, or a celestial master with outstanding strength dispatches, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to find the eyes of the formation.

In addition, outside the tomb, there is still a ghost with a head guarding it.

Therefore, it is even more impossible to break the formation.

As soon as he thought that Si Jiang would be locked in this tomb forever, until his ashes were wiped out, Wen Cheng couldn't help but look a lot better.

Then, Wen Cheng casually asked, "Has Zhan Jin been back recently?"

The little disciple replied truthfully: "Brother Wen came back a few days ago, but he didn't stay for half a day before he went down the mountain again."

After finishing speaking, the little disciple asked again.

The little disciple blinked: "Master, did you have something to do with Senior Brother Wen?"

Wen Cheng waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, just asking casually."

Little disciple Na Na: "Oh..."

Brother Wen, that is, Wen Zhanjin.

Wen Zhanjin is the disciple with the longest qualifications and Taoism, besides Master Quexian and Wencheng.But the strange thing is that he never gets close to anyone, no matter it is the most distinguished immortal master, Wen Cheng, or other disciples in the same sect.

No matter when, Wen Zhanjin is always cold and distant.

Sometimes, people can't help but think that this seems to have no emotions or desires.

Wen Cheng finished asking casually, and then asked casually: "...By the way, is there any sign that the immortal master is going to leave the customs recently?"

The little disciple shook his head again.

The little disciple replied truthfully: "Return to Master, no."

Wen Cheng was silent.

Although I wasn't surprised by this answer, when I actually heard this answer, I still couldn't help but feel a little disheartened.

After the little disciple finished answering, he couldn't help asking: "Master, the immortal master has been in seclusion for so many years, why hasn't he left the seclusion?"

Wen Cheng looked slightly cold, and replied, "I don't know."

Hearing this, the little disciple scratched the back of his head, unable to understand it.

Little disciple: "Doesn't Master know?"

He thought his master knew something.

After the little disciple finished speaking, Wen Cheng in front of him suddenly changed his tone.

Wen Cheng asked: "Can you draw talismans and seals? Have you memorized all the formulas?"

Little disciple: "Not yet...not yet..."

Wen Cheng said coolly: "Then what are you still standing here for?"

The little disciple concluded his sentence and obediently replied yes.

After returning, the little disciple slowly backed away, and went back to the room to continue drawing talismans.

The little disciple turned to leave, Wen Cheng raised his head, glanced at the sky, and then quickly looked away.

——As long as he is in this world for one day, Si Jiang will never even think about getting out of this tomb!

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at the same time.

Down the mountain.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Si Jiang looked up at the long-lost sunshine above his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly.