Urban Witcher

"Perhaps, it was ambushed in advance, activated by using witchcraft or some kind of formation, or many people did it together."

Mu Qingyu thought about it and nodded. This is the most likely possibility.

"Have you ever thought about who is trying to harm us?"

After Ye Shaoyang asked the question, he waited for a long time without hearing an answer. He turned his head to look, only to find that Mu Qingyu was staring in a daze in one direction. Turning his head, he saw that somewhere on the side of the cave, there was a tomb-like place.

It is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, shaped like a funnel, no different from ordinary tombs. The only thing that makes Ye Shaoyang curious is that under the moonlight, the surroundings of this tomb show a faint white light.

How is this going?

Ye Shaoyang walked up to him, leaned over and saw that it was indeed a tomb, but it wasn't:

This tomb is not earthwork, but piled up with bowls, one layer at a time, with the mouths of the bowls facing different directions on each layer, and they are tightly fastened together and fit perfectly.

The gap in the middle is filled with mud.

The head of the grave is also a big bowl, which is buckled on top.

A coffin made of bowls?

No matter how you look at it, Ye Shaoyang finds it incredible.

Mu Qingyu came up and shrank behind Ye Shaoyang, looking at the strangely shaped tomb in front of her. Unlike Ye Shaoyang, there was no curiosity in her eyes, only fear.

"One, two, three, four, five, six...seven! Seven layers of coffins, my God!"

"Wan coffin, what do you mean, a coffin made of bowls?"

"Xiangxi's unique tomb," Mu Qingyu said with a trembling voice, "it's also called a witch's coffin, and it actually has seven floors, and inside it is either a corpse king or a Gu god!"

Ye Shaoyang was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to say something, he heard a crisp sound: the bowl coffin was shaking slightly under his eyes.

"Open the bowl and coffin, there must be evil spirits! Hurry up, if you don't leave, it will be too late!"

Mu Qingyu pulled Ye Shaoyang's arm hard, trying to pull him away.

Ye Shaoyang saw that on the top of the coffin, the blue and white porcelain bowl that symbolized the grave was constantly spinning, and there was a little bit of blood oozing out of it, boiling and emitting white gas.

"Let's go, let's go!" Ye Shaoyang still wanted to see clearly, but couldn't bear Mu Qingyu's pleading, seeing her panicked expression, he knew it wasn't just an act.

He is not worried about what will crawl out of the bowl coffin, he is not afraid of anything, when he thinks that there are Mu Qingyu and Wu Yao at the scene, it is better to be careful.

Hurriedly carrying Wu Yao on his shoulders, he followed Mu Qingyu and ran down the mountain.

Behind him, crisp sounds kept ringing, and the shaking of the bowl and coffin seemed to become more and more intense, and suddenly, everything stopped.

Ye Shaoyang couldn't help but look back.

The bowl on the grave fell down, and one hand stretched out from the gap below, grabbed the edge, and climbed up little by little.

When Mu Qingyu saw this scene, she was scared to death on the spot.

"It's too late, I'll go to the meeting!" Ye Shaoyang handed Wu Yao to Mu Qingyu, turned around, and ran towards the coffin.

Blood kept pouring out of the bowl and coffin, soaking a large area of ​​the ground, Ye Shaoyang walked to the edge, hesitating whether to go in, only heard a strange cry.

A figure opened the top of the coffin and climbed up.

It was a long-haired woman. She came out of the blood, but there was no blood on her body. Instead, she was covered with a thin layer of something like a cicada's wing, which stuck tightly to her body, but outlined her exquisite figure.

She jumped down from the bowl coffin, rushed to Ye Shaoyang in one breath, suddenly spit out a strand of white silk thread from her mouth, and stabbed towards Ye Shaoyang's mouth.

Ye Shaoyang instinctively turned sideways to avoid it, but unexpectedly the silk thread opened in the air, divided into more than a dozen strands, and the head fell down, covering Ye Shaoyang's head and face, and pierced into his mouth, ears and nose.

Ye Shaoyang grabbed it, but found that it was so tough that it couldn't be broken.

In desperation, he hastily took out a magic talisman, shook it in the wind, and the dark fire burned. Facing his own face, he burned the silk thread.

The woman took a few steps back, squatted in a strange posture, her green eyes rolled up and down, and looked at Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang was not in a hurry to attack, he looked at her, and immediately got goosebumps all over his body:

This woman has an excellent figure, but her face is horrible, not ugly, but has no face at all, covered with blood scabs, layer after layer, flowing yellow and green liquid, this dignified appearance, More than one disgusting.

The key is that she is still in such a good figure, with such a face, this sense of disobedience is even more grotesque.

What kind of monster is this? Or is it a beautiful woman who has been disfigured?

"Salt-free ghost girl! Brother Shaoyang, be careful!" Mu Qingyu yelled nervously.

As soon as the words fell, the salt-free ghost girl attacked suddenly, a blood mist trembled between her hands, and rushed towards Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang took out the Taiyi Whisk, defended and counterattacked, secretly marveling in his heart: This salt-free ghost girl is not a ghost, she has a physical body, and her attack speed is extremely fast, especially she can spin silk from her mouth, which is hard to guard against.

"Taiyi flies to the sky, sweeps thousands of dust with his whisk, and is as urgent as a law!"

With a shake of his arm, the dust tail of Taiyi's dust whisk unfolded like a giant umbrella, covering the salt-free ghost girl.

Thousands of golden lights flew out from the tail of dust and hit her.

The Wuyan ghost girl screamed and fell into a pool of blood.

A pool of blood instantly gathered beside her, supporting her and rolling down the mountain in one direction.

Of course Ye Shaoyang refused to let her go, he launched a high-altitude step and flew after her, finally intercepted her in the woods, sacrificed the Pixiu seal, and struck down in the air.

The seal of Pixiu hit the Wuyan ghost girl's head, only a scream was heard, the pool of blood was shattered, and the Wuyan ghost girl lay on the ground, trembling all over.

Ye Shaoyang rushed forward, grabbed the Pixiu seal, and wanted to smash it down again.

The salt-free ghost girl covered her head with both hands, screaming like a little girl.

Ye Shaoyang couldn't bear it suddenly, the Pixiu seal was hanging above her head, but it didn't fall down.

Then there was a trace of self-blame in my heart: when did I become so indecisive.

Beautiful painted skins and pink skulls are more terrifying than those hideous ghosts.

With a cruel heart, he raised the seal of Pixiu again and smashed it down with all his strength.

The salt-free ghost girl screamed again.

This time Ye Shaoyang did not soften his heart.

The salt-free ghost girl opened her mouth and spewed out a silk thread, which was divided into several strands, trying to support the seal of the brave, but the seal of the brave broke the demon power and hit her on the head.

The salt-free ghost girl spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into a pool of blood. The scabs on her face burst open, and the dirty blood flowed horizontally, looking horrible.

Ye Shaoyang frowned, seeing that she no longer had the ability to resist, he took out the Mieling Nail, and wanted to nail her to death directly to avoid future troubles.

"Brother Shaoyang..."

The salt-free ghost girl suddenly raised her head, her clear eyes looked at Ye Shaoyang pitifully.

It's... Qin Xiaohui's voice! !

Ye Shaoyang trembled all over, almost couldn't stop, and lost his voice: "Xiaohui?!"

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