Chapter 3 Chapter Two

Calamity said: "Don't interrupt, the old man's quoting of these is just a piece of cake, because five days ago, someone received a black post for the challenge!" All the masters were moved, and Li Xiangye said in a hurry: "Who? Who is that man? Calamity God said word by word: "Golden Ling Cross Spear Mai Chai!" Venerable Chaotian chanted the Buddha's name and said: "Amitabha, Master Mai has nothing to do with the world, and his popularity is so good, who would buy and hire a professional swordsman, and he must get rid of him and then himself?"

Calamity said: "Let's not talk about him for the time being, the person behind the scenes. As we all know, since Xie Jinyin's sudden disappearance 20 years ago, the world of martial arts has really been calm for a while..." At this moment, the old grave guard was coming out of the hut, holding a crumpled white cloth in his hand. Hearing this, he raised his head, showing an indescribably strange expression, and tried his best to wipe the table with the white cloth. God of Calamity continued: "However, two years ago, a professional swordsman appeared again. His identity was quite secret, and his swordsmanship was ruthless and hot. It was the first time that Layman Qimen was murdered. This person was Xie Jinyin's lingering ghost, or someone else came back from the corpse. It’s quite entertaining.”

Zhao Ziyuan who was in the circle suddenly interjected: "Your Excellency thinks, which one is more likely between the two? "The old man invites you to gather today, not only to help the Mai Cross Spear, but also to find out the ins and outs of this professional swordsman!" Zhan Nong Road: "It's so easy to say, how can we investigate together?" Calamity God pointed at Zhen and Gu, and said in a deep voice: "All the clues are on these two babies!" His eyes fell on Zhao Ziyuan again, and he said again: "As for the background of the other boy, I don't know much about it, but since I'm with the two of them, I can't get away from it."

The expressions of Zhen and Gu suddenly became quite ugly, Gu Qianwu said: "Your Excellency is incomprehensible and nonsense, so please forgive me for not understanding." The flying ax beggar said: "How can such an important matter be related to these younger generations?" Calamity God said: "It's no wonder that you have doubts, beggar. In fact, the mistake was not witnessed by the old man, so it's hard to believe." The flying ax beggar said: "Old ugly, what did you find?" Calamity said: "Things have to be traced back to five days ago. The old man was a guest at the Mai Mansion. When it was about three o'clock, he suddenly heard the footsteps of night travelers in the house. The old man came out through the window calmly and saw two people standing side by side in front of him." On the garden wall..."

His sharp eyes swept across Gu and Zhen, and continued: "When the two night walkers saw the old man appear, they suddenly flew away. The old man was about to chase after him. At this moment, the wheat cross gun ran out of the hall in a panic, holding a black post in his hand." Li Xiangye, the boss of the Black Rock Three Monsters, said in a hurry: "Do you dare to believe that this is a black post for a professional swordsman's challenge?" Calamity God nodded and said: "That's right! It is impossible for the person who cast the challenge black post to be a third party other than the two I saw."

Li Xiangye said: "What Lao Chou means is: Those two night walkers are the boy and girl in front of me?" Calamity said: "It's night, although there are stars and no moon, but the old man can see clearly, it's these two children who are right." Gu Qian Martial Arts: "Xiao Ke waited for this scapegoat for nothing, it's really ridiculous." Calamity God sneered and said: "Seeing is believing. Since the old man saw it with his own eyes, how can you explain it with clever words?" Venerable Chaotian stepped forward and said: "The little benefactor is so young, it is impossible to compare with the four words of professional swordsman, but since the words come from the mouth of the ugly benefactor, the poor monk can't help but not believe it."

Zhen Lingqing said: "Man said that we have nothing to do with professional swordsmen, so what if we really have something to do with each other?" Calamity God lowered his voice and said: "Then the old man will have to draw out the foundation of a professional swordsman from you!" Zhen Lingqing said: "No comment." God damn vagina: "Today you are all under the control of the old man. Before you experience the pain of the old man, it is better to tell the truth." Zhen Lingqing's sexuality was too pink, and she ignored it accordingly, saying in dismay:

"Are you saying it or not?" Zhen Ling Qingjing pupils turned around and said: "Say! Say! That professional swordsman has a slight limp on his right foot, and his appearance is beyond compare... God of Calamity roared: "Young man, you are looking for your own death!" With a circle of his right palm, he slapped Zhen Lingqing's front body suddenly. "I wonder why God of Calamity has such a great reputation in the martial arts world. I never thought that this fame was gained by bullying weak girls." The God of Calamity roared: "What a savage girl!"

The palms followed the sound, and the palms went up and down, carrying two vicious internal forces to strike out. Zhen Lingqing saw that the opponent was coming at a surprising speed, and she didn't dare to neglect at all. She slightly concaved her chest and retracted her abdomen. When her delicate body retreated, her jade arms stretched out, her hands curled up, and she patted the opponent's wrist swiftly and flawlessly. The God of Calamity's tricks are old, and before he can stop his momentum, Zhen Lingqing's hooked ten fingers are only an inch away from his wrist veins, and the gang qi forced out of his fingers has already swept to him.

Calamity's heart was light, and he knew that he had underestimated the girl in front of him too much, so he hurriedly performed the "split flowers and blow willows", dancing a phantom with both palms, just as Zhen Lingqing's fingers were slightly stagnant. , quickly withdrew his palm. It should be known that God of Calamity has been famous in the Jianghu for decades, his internal and external martial arts have reached the level of a god, and he is notoriously difficult to deal with. , I saw his single palm slowly raised, gradually showing a kind of blush in the palm. Seeing this, all the people in the field changed their expressions, and Gu Qianwu shouted:

"Sister, step back! That's the Hundred Calamity Palm!" Just as Calamity God's palm was about to be struck, the Venerable with the wall facing the sky rushed forward, stood between the two of them, and said: "Don't let the ugly benefactor die." Calamity Shen Shen said: "The old man has his own measure." Venerable Chaotian said: "Ugly benefactor, please don't rush to send out this hundred calamity palms. The poor monk will know beforehand: the cross spear wheat benefactor has received a black invitation to challenge. What is the date for the fight?" Calamity God said: "The night of looking at the sun, that is, two Days later." Venerable Chaotian said: "The poor monk suggested that we might as well capture these little benefactors and send them to the Mai Mansion as hostages in another day, or we can keep the benefactor Mai captured and sent to Mai Mansion as hostages in another day, or we can keep the benefactor Mai One life." Calamity God thought for a while and said, "I'm afraid that professional swordsmen may not care about their lives." Venerable Chaotian said: "At present, there is only one way to follow, and the only right is to give it a try." God of Calamity groaned silently, while Zhan Nong, the eldest of the Three Heiyan Monsters, said: "Brother, we guys have no friendship with Mai Xinsu, so why should we work for him and make such a powerful enemy?" Bu Shang echoed: "The third one is right. We really can't and don't have to be enemies of professional swordsmen." The flying ax beggar said from behind: "It seems that someone is going to walk away. I said that Lao Chou is too ignorant. I knew that the three Heiyan brothers have always been alone, and they have to do what others can't do..." Zhan Nong turned around and said angrily: "Old beggar, please be more polite!" The beggar with the flying ax said: "Is it possible that you said this wrong?" Zhan Nong let out a hey and said: "Old beggar, don't you think that with the backing of the beggars' gang, you can be proud, hum, although the beggars' gang is powerful, they haven't been put in our eyes yet." The flying ax beggar sneered and said: "My friend Zhan insulted and despised the gang, my name is Bier, so I can't ask you for advice." Zhan Nong Road: "Very well, my brother has been running around for days, feeling sulky and depressed, and has nowhere to go. I don't need to talk anymore, I have to do it, and Zhan will be the first to accompany him." The flying ax beggar said coldly: "Happy! Happy!" With the sound of "swipe", he pulled down the big ax hanging from his waist, shook hands, and said: "Friend Zhan, let's recruit—" Zhan Nong didn't talk anymore, he pushed out his palm flatly, the flying ax beggar let out a low hum, the big ax swung in front of his chest, and the two forces collided in the air. But when there was a loud bang, the surrounding wind blew up, the sand and stones moved, the shoulders of the throwing ax beggar swayed slightly, and his figure spun around, taking advantage of the momentum to remove the force of the opponent's palm, his feet took root on the ground, and he didn't take a single step retreat. He said lightly: "How?" Zhan Nong said: "Don't be crazy, old beggar, catch Zhan's palm again!" After finishing speaking, he flipped his palms and was about to strike, when suddenly he saw a figure flashing, God of Calamity had already deceived himself and stepped forward, saying: "There is a way to look at the Buddha's face instead of the monk's face. For the sake of the old man, please stop here." Zhan Nong couldn't continue to attack, so he lowered his palms slowly, then Li Xiangye stepped forward, cupped his fists at God of Calamity and said: "Thanks to the love of the old ugly, for inviting us here, but Li Mou, who is capable of virtue, is really unable to help with this matter, please don't—" Calamity God waved his hand and said: "Brother Li, please listen to the old man: I don't like to care about other people's grievances by nature, but as long as the professional swordsman exists, we can't sleep, eat and sleep for a day. Maybe someone will buy and hire the swordsman to come right now. Kill you and me..." Li Xiangye hesitated and said: "But what's the plan of the old ugly?" Calamity said: "If there is trouble, the three of Kunzhong will guard the surrounding area, and the old man will first capture the children and then make sense!" Zhen and Gu glanced at each other, Gu Qianwu looked back at Zhao Ziyuan, his lips moved slightly, hesitant to speak. Zhao Ziyuan stepped out of the thatched shed, and said to Yang Shen: "Does the person you want to capture include mere people?" God damn vagina: "You are asking too much." Zhao Ziyuan shrugged and said: "Your Excellency, don't regret it." Calamity said: "What can the old man regret? It's a joke!" Then, he turned to Zhen and Gu and said: "Wait, why don't you just tie your hands up?" Venerable Chaotian said: "The poor monk has already arranged it, and there is another way to deal with these little benefactors, so as to save a lot of trouble." He clapped his hands, and there was a very strange but pleasant sound from around the graveyard. It was almost a Sanskrit singing, like the voiceless voice of a beautiful woman, lingering endlessly. Everyone was attracted by the sudden music and looked around, only to see two rows of young children in blue and red shirts stepping out one after another from behind each large tomb. The ten boys and girls walked and sang, slowly walked in front of the crowd, and suddenly circled around Zhen, Gu and Zhao Ziyuan. Sanskrit sang up and down, and there was an unbelievable and strange power faintly revealed in the singing. Suddenly, the three of them shook as if they were electrocuted! Zhen Lingqing was the first to wake up, and shouted delicately: "It's Chaotian Temple's soul-stirring method! Quickly cast Wuji Thunder!" Zhao Ziyuan was shocked when he first heard the words "Dementor Dafa". Before he could change his mind, Zhen Lingqing and Gu Qianwu both stood still and shouted in unison: "Evil demons have different ways, how can Mi Yin win the righteous!" The voices of the two people are different in combination, different in difference, like a sudden thunderstorm in the sky, and then split into five thunderclaps of different lengths, which has the aura of changing colors due to the situation. Sanskrit sang low and high, the tone suddenly changed, and there was no harmony at all. The three of them just felt very uncomfortable. Zhen Lingqing raised his palm and hit a girl on the left, shouting: "Fall!" Amidst the Sanskrit singing, the girl did not fall down in response to her clapping, and continued to circle around with the other boys as if nothing had happened. Zhen Lingqing turned pale with shock, and slapped out his palms one after another, stirring up a hurricane for a long time, but the palms were like mud cows falling into the sea, and there was no movement at all. Gradually the power of the singing became stronger and stronger, Zhao Ziyuan suddenly noticed a strange thing, the strange power revealed by the Sanskrit singing, every time he practiced his kung fu to resist, it would increase a little bit, if the internal force of resistance The bigger it is, the bigger the weird power seems to be. Zhao Ziyuan was in a state of astonishment, but his mind was shaken suddenly, and his mind gradually became confused, as if he had entered another world. His past life experience and tragic experience were gnawing at his heart like a poisonous snake. All the pain rushed into Zhao Ziyuan's mind, and he couldn't help feeling sad, and wanted to cry... Just when Zhao Ziyuan's mind was about to collapse, a voice as thin as a mosquito's language suddenly came from his ear: "Quickly embrace the Yuan and keep the one, the sword energy closes the aperture, the six harmonies are connected, the spirit and the mind are in harmony, the mind is in harmony with the energy, the energy is in harmony with the force, the force is in harmony with the heart, the heart is in harmony with the spirit, and the spirit is in harmony with the spirit. It is not surprising. , the blame is self-defeating..." Zhao Ziyuan was in a daze, he was already hurt by Sanskrit singing, now when he heard the warning of "transmitting sound into secret", his heart froze, he breathed out slightly, and dissipated all the condensed gong power. At the moment of San Gong, he suddenly raised his breath again, and circulated all over his body for eighteen weeks. Suddenly, he felt that the Lingtai was clear and clear, and there was no sound, and his heart was much calmer. He returned to normal at first glance, doubts arose, and he thought to himself: "Who is it? Who is secretly helping me?..." Looking around, I saw the God of Calamity's group standing outside the circle, under the thatched shed, the old man who guarded the tomb looked sombre, still holding a square cloth, wiping the table non-stop. Zhao Ziyuan couldn't see any signs, turned his head to look at Gu Qianwu and Zhen Lingqing, but saw that their faces were covered with sweat, their eyes were dull, and they were clearly unable to resist Mi Yin's intrusion. Standing outside the circle, Chaotian Zhezun said in a deep voice: "Fo Li Yuan Bian, lead it back to Chaotian Temple—" Boys and girls sang and circled, and then merged into two rows, and walked westward slowly amidst the deafening Sanskrit singing. However, Zhen Lingqing and Gu Qianwu seemed to be possessed by demons, and they also followed like a drunk... As soon as the servant boy left, God of Calamity said to Venerable Chaotian: "These servant boys have already been well-trained. If the old man's eyesight is not bad, their aptitude is the best choice." Venerable Chaotian said: "In order to find this generation of young children, the poor monk has traveled all over the country, and it really took a few years..." Speaking of this, the voice suddenly stopped, he dared to find that Zhao Ziyuan was still standing there, and he didn't leave with the servants! Venerable Chaotian was stunned for a moment, his eyes scanned Zhao Ziyuan's face back and forth several times, and he said aggressively: "Strange! The little benefactor is from Shaolin?" Zhao Ziyuan shook his head, and Venerable Chaotian replied: "I'm not a Shaolin disciple, so I haven't practiced the Vajra Mind Method, so how can I keep clear in the magic circle of the Fascinating Soul Dafa?"..." Zhao Ziyuan was still silent. At this moment, the Sanskrit sound had gradually faded away. Ten servants led Zhen Lingqing and Gu Qianwu away, and gradually disappeared into the misty night... The flying ax beggar stepped forward and said: "How can we find the time to find out the reason? The servant boy under the venerable's door has gone far, and we still can't catch up?" Venerable Chaotian said slowly: "Mo Cao, Mo Cao, it's only a few miles away to clear the temple, and the two little benefactors are under the spell of Dafa, and they will never wake up within forty-eight hours, so the servants will take them safely. Take them back to the temple..." The flying ax beggar pointed at Zhao Ziyuan and said: "What should I do with this baby?" Venerable Chaotian said: "Since the soul-stirring method has no effect on him, the only way to do it is to use force..." Following the sound of the clapping, a burst of unsurpassed strength rushed out and hit Zhao Ziyuan. Zhao Ziyuan folded his shoulders slightly, and moved a few steps to the left, the Venerable Chaotian raised his left sleeve one after another, a gust of hot wind came out from the sleeve, and swept towards the opponent, even if it was struck by lightning, it was not fast enough. Before the hot wind hit, Zhao Ziyuan felt unbearably hot. If the skin of his whole body was pierced by a knife blade, he would instinctively back away to find a step, and the scorching air was already crushing his body! Shocked, Zhao Ziyuan turned his feet upside down suddenly, trying to avoid the front. Suddenly, he heard Zhan Nong beside him shouting: "Fire! Fire! The ghost town is on fire!..." Venerable Chaotian was startled when he heard the sound, and his palm couldn't help but slightly faltered. Zhao Ziyuan took the opportunity to swing back, and the hot wind "swished" across his chest and abdomen. All the masters in the cemetery looked around, but saw thick smoke filled the houses on the East Street of Ghost Town, and flames kept coming out of the houses! Although everyone is so far away from the ghost town, they can still hear the sound of "cracking" endlessly. Under the night wind, the fire spread rapidly, and the flames dyed the low-altitude clouds into blood red! Venerable Chaotian unknowingly lowered his palms and murmured: "It's haunted! ... The ghost town is haunted! ..." God of Calamity said in a deep voice: "The ghost town is neither too late nor too early, and it is suitable for the fire to start at this time. It is very intriguing. As a Buddhist, why would you believe in the theory of ghosts?" Venerable Chaotian said: "The ugly benefactor doesn't know that the ghost town has been haunted for quite a long time. The poor monk often travels here, and he saw an unimaginable thing with his own eyes..." Before the words were finished, Zhan Nong suddenly heard himself shouting: "Old ugly, look—look..." God of Calamity raised his eyes and said, "Look at what?" Zhan Nong said, "Then...the old man guarding the tomb is gone!" Calamity God was stunned, and turned around like lightning, only to see that there was nothing under the thatched shed, how could there be anyone there?The old man who guarded the tomb disappeared in front of the eyes of all the masters! Beads of sweat appeared on Calamity God's face, he leapt forward and rushed to the door of the thatched cottage, turned and pushed with his right hand, and the heavy wooden door slammed open... As soon as the wooden door opened, God of Calamity rushed in, and after a while, he went out again, without saying a word, with a surprisingly serious expression on his face.Li Xiangye couldn't help but asked, "Not inside?" Calamity God shook his head, as if he was thinking about something, but he still didn't make a sound. Venerable Chaotian stayed for a while, then suddenly showed excitement, and whispered: "It's him! Unless...unless the old grave guard is him!" Calamity God took a step back involuntarily, and said sharply: "The old man has guessed who the venerable is referring to? But before there is no basis, the venerable had better not make random guesses!" Venerable Chaotian said: "The poor monk is just guessing, it's just that the ugly benefactor can't believe it." The flying ax beggar said loudly: "Ugly! We've got to go over to Ghost Town and see—" God of Calamity nodded heavily, and immediately everyone jumped up one after another, rushed towards the ghost town, and instantly penetrated into the blazing fire... Changing into a hurry, God of God and other masters were in a hurry, but Zhao Ziyuan was forgotten. Zhao Ziyuan almost lost his mind after repeating the scriptures. It took a while to regain consciousness. He raised his eyes and looked at the ghost town where Zhu Rong was washing his letters. He was both stunned and panicked. Thoughts were spinning in his mind, and he thought: "The fire started too suddenly, should I go back to the town to find out what happened?... Thinking of this place, I couldn't hold back my curiosity anymore, as soon as I flicked my body, my body seemed to be off the string, and I saw a few ups and downs before leaving the graveyard behind. Stepping into the town, Zhao Ziyuan immediately felt the scorching air rushing towards him. A row of shops on the east side of the street were completely burned, and the howling night wind accelerated the spread of the fire. Suddenly, a scream came from the corner on the left front, the sound was extremely horrific, like a whining in the night, it lasted for a long time! Zhao Ziyuan could only hear the hairs all over his body, he subconsciously went to the place where the sound came from, turned around the corner, and suddenly saw four black shadows flashing in Zhao Ziyuan's field of vision! For a moment, Zhao Zi thought it was his eyes that were dazzled, so he stepped up and swept away, and vaguely saw the last person wearing a large cassock, who seemed to be the shadow of the Venerable Chaotian. The four black shadows were so fast that they rushed out of the town and disappeared. Zhao Ziyuan was stunned for a while, and said to himself: "The Venerable Chaotian and everyone ran wildly, what happened to them?..." He took a few steps forward in a daze, and after a thought, he thought again: "No, no! The evil god's group, including the three Heiyan monsters, clearly consisted of six people, but why did I only see four figures? Could it be that my vision was wrong?" He also couldn't think of a reason, at this moment Zhao Ziyuan found himself standing in front of an old house. This ancient house is connected to several houses, with tongues of fire bubbling up and down the eaves, trying to figure out the situation, it won't be long before the old house will not be immune to Zhu Rong's destruction. Zhao Ziyuan took a silent look at the ancient house, maybe it was too old, or maybe it was because it was under fire, in Zhao Ziyuan's eyes, the ancient house looked very gloomy and cold, chilling and fearful! He stretched out his hand and pushed lightly, and the door opened with a "hoo!", but the inside was still dark and silent. The situation did not allow him to hesitate a bit, Zhao Ziyuan stepped into the ancient house with one move. Once inside, Zhao Ziyuan immediately felt an indescribable danger faintly revealed in it, his heart was chilled, and true energy secretly filled his whole body. He fumbled forward in the dark, a ray of moonlight came in from the crack of the door, and he saw a plan in the misty room. There was a layer of dust on the table, and there was nothing but a dilapidated oil lamp. Zhao Ziyuan walked up to the case anxiously, when suddenly a gust of wind blew, how quick his reaction was, he moved a few steps away without making any gestures! After the breeze passed, there was no movement, Zhao Ziyuan's heart jumped wildly, and he thought: "There are no windows on all sides of the ancient house. The breeze just now was probably caused by the dark energy of the inner family. It seems that someone else is hiding in the house..." He took a slow breath and said in a deep voice, "Is there anyone in the house?" He spoke with enough energy, echoes came wave after wave, but still no one answered. At this moment, the ray of moonlight outside the crack of the door has disappeared, and after a while, the inside of the house is suddenly reflected in a dim yellow, and the oil lamp that was placed on the table has automatically lit up at some point! Shadows were cast on the four walls of the ancient house, and there was a loud bang, the door shook for a while, and then it closed again! Unknowingly, Zhao Ziyuan was already drenched in sweat, and secretly said: "It's really evil, is it true that the legend of the ghost town is haunted—" Just as he was thinking to himself, a strange thing happened again, and the oil lamp on the table suddenly went out by itself. Zhao Ziyuan cautiously retreated to the corner of the wall. He thought of the oil lamp that would go on and off automatically and the gate that moved without wind, and he couldn't help but feel hairy. He walked along the corner to the left, and suddenly saw a black shadow in front of him flashing and disappearing. Zhao Ziyuan didn't even think about it, he threw himself forward! In the darkness, Zhao Ziyuan rushed to the air, he raised his voice and said: "Which friend is hiding here playing tricks?" As soon as the voice fell, he immediately felt a huge and unparalleled hurricane hit from behind. Before he could turn around, the strong wind was already crushing his body. After three palm strikes, only three shocks were heard, Zhao Ziyuan was so shocked that his blood was floating. He blurted out in horror: "Why do you sneak up on a friend who is hiding?" In the sound of drinking, another shadow flashed behind him, Zhao Ziyuan turned around quickly, but the backside was empty and there was no sign of anyone. Zhao Ziyuan focused on guarding and continued to move forward, suddenly he stepped on something, but felt soft and soft, as if he was not stepping on the ground, this surprise is really not trivial. Before he could change his mind, a bloody smell that made people want to vomit rushed into his nose. He kicked the ground and took two steps back. What he saw, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Three Black Rock Monsters!" I saw two corpses lying obliquely on the right side, they were the second eldest Bu Shang and the third Zhan Nong of the Heiyan Three Monsters! The faces of Bu Shang and Zhan Nong were covered with blood, revealing an extremely ferocious look, their clothes were torn, blood stains flowed all over the ground, their appearance was very tragic! Zhao Ziyuan saw goosebumps all over his body, and thought in horror: "What is the skill of the three black rock monsters, but they killed two of them in an instant, and the daring of the murderers has reached an appalling level..." He bent down and turned the corpses over for a look, and saw that each person had a black handprint printed on them, obviously killed by a single blow with vicious palm force. Zhao Ziyuan couldn't stop thinking: "No wonder I saw the evil god's people running away like desperately in the middle of the house. It turned out that they were here..." In an instant, cold sweat ran down Zhao Ziyuan's cheeks, and a sense of terror rose in his heart for no reason, his nerves were like a bow full of nerves, shock and panic at the same time. He looked around, and the house was still pitch black, making it look more eerie and mysterious. He took out a fire bag from his bosom, shook his hand, a tongue of flame lit up, and the dim yellow light scattered all over the ground. His eyes flicked away, and his heart jumped wildly again. There was a black wooden coffin beside the corpse. ! Zhao Ziyuan shuddered for no reason, pushed the fire forward a little, the dim light like beans flickered and danced, casting the coffin into a cloud of shadows, coupled with the dense dust and spider silk, it looked even more chilly and terrifying! A gust of wind blew and extinguished the fire, Zhao Ziyuan quickly turned around, and listened for a long time, only the sound of "cracking" burning fire came from the next door, there was no other sound. He sighed softly, turned on the fire again, and lowered his head to look at the black wooden coffin, only to see a few crooked lines engraved on the coffin lid: "Looking at September, the four watches of the hour, the waning moon slanting, I suddenly heard..." The words below became blurred and unrecognizable, Zhao Ziyuan looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, and couldn't help thinking of lifting the coffin to see what happened. He bent his body, concentrated his inner strength with his right arm, and pinched the edge of the coffin lid. With a loud "click", he had already lifted the coffin lid—— Zhao Ziyuan's body energy was ready to be released, when the coffin lid was lifted, he immediately stepped back two steps, after a while, he didn't see any movement.When he turned his eyes, there was a person lying stiffly in the coffin! Zhao Ziyuan's heart almost jumped to the mouth. His eyes were fixed on the person lying in the coffin, and he saw a faint layer of livid gray on the person's face, his eyes were wide open, and his limbs were stiff. Not bent, wearing a shroud on his body, he is clearly a dead person! The flames flickered and then went out, Zhao Ziyuan became alert, a dark force had already struck his chest silently, he kicked his feet together, and retreated about Zhang Xu. With the sound of "touch", the coffin lid suddenly closed automatically, and then a sharp sound came on: "Google"! "Google"! "Google"! Zhao Ziyuan's heart turned cold, and a sentence subconsciously passed through his mind: "A ghost appears!" There are endless strange things in the ancient house." Apart from these four words, there is indeed no more appropriate explanation. The sharp whistling sounds came and went, Zhao Ziyuan turned his right palm suddenly, and struck towards the place where the sound came from, the palm force disappeared without a trace when it was more than ten zhang away. At this moment, the flames had penetrated the thick wall, and suddenly, there was a sound of heavy footsteps coming from outside the ancient house! Zhao Ziyuan was stunned for a while, twisted his body, and rushed to a corner on the left like a whirlwind, thinking secretly in his heart: "I don't know who is here again? He came to this ancient house in the deserted garden in the middle of the night. It seems that this person will not have any good advice..." The sound of footsteps outside was getting closer and closer, and it stopped outside the door of the house, and then the door was shaken, and a figure flashed in like a ghost! With the help of a ray of silver moonlight, Zhao Ziyuan saw the person who came, and couldn't help being shocked. It turned out that the person who walked in was the old man who guarded the grave in the cemetery in the suburbs of the ghost town! The old grave guard entered the house, looked around, and said: "Unknown friend, are you here?" Zhao Ziyuan's heart moved, the voice lingered in the room for a long time, but there was no answer. The old man who guarded the tomb swayed for a while, then stepped into the room, turned around to bypass the plan, he paused, and dared to find the bodies of the second and third children of the three Heiyan monsters! The old man observed the corpse for a while, and said in a deep voice: "My friend, you are such a powerful murderer!" He looked around, and the two corpses that he glanced at finally landed on the black wooden coffin—— A few lines of small characters engraved crookedly on the coffin lid first caught the eyes of the old man, and he unconsciously read it in a low voice: "Looking at September, the four watches of the hour, the waning moon slanting, I suddenly heard..." After reading this, there was a loud "click", and the black wooden coffin was suddenly opened automatically, and a black shadow jumped up from the coffin, and the old man was sure to slap him! This time disaster caused Xiao Qiang, the old man was stunned, and suddenly pulled away and fell back, but the power of the palm of the man in the coffin was horrifying, and hissing sound pierced the air, Zhao Ziyuan, who was hidden in a corner, couldn't believe that there was such a thing in the world There is such a strong internal force. But what he couldn't believe was: just now he opened the coffin lid, and there was clearly a dead body lying in the coffin, but now he turned into a living person and suddenly opened the coffin to make trouble. Could it be that this person has already practiced " "Turtle's breath work" pretends to be dead in a coffin? Zhao Ziyuan didn't have time to think about it, he raised his eyes and saw that the old man's receding figure had become a blur, the quick response and the ailment of his body made Zhao Ziyuan stunned. The old man guarding the tomb retreated to the corner, seeing that there was no way out, he let out a loud roar in his haste, twisted his palms on his chest, and pushed away. The two forces touched in the air, and the old man's body flashed with the help of the force, and he turned three times in an instant, changed his posture three times, and the palm wind "incited" to pass under his navel. The room was full of fists, and the man in the shroud took a step forward, vaginally: "It's true!" He raised his palm but did not strike it. It was too late to say it, but it was too soon. The plan placed in the room was suddenly torn apart with a "bang", and a black shadow rushed from under the table, towards the old man's back palace. One shot! This change was so sudden that even Zhao Ziyuan in the dark focused his eyes on the man in the shroud, never expecting a third party to attack him from the side, Zhao Ziyuan felt a rush of blood rushing upwards, Without thinking too much, he roared and leaped out in one step. Huhuran Zhao Ziyuan had already swept behind the man in black, but the latter's slap was so fast, before Zhao Ziyuan could make a move, the man in black had already landed on the back of the old man guarding the tomb! Seeing that the old man could hardly escape from this catastrophe even if he was the immortal Da Luo reborn, at the moment when the room was in danger, he heard a loud "crash", and a huge pillar in the house fell from the sky towards the place where the man in black was standing. down! It turned out that the fire spread so fast that most of the roof was burned away in a short time. The giant column lost its center of gravity and immediately swayed and fell. Coincidentally, the direction where the man in black was standing was where the man in black was standing.The man in black felt the cold air hit his body, and couldn't help but feel distracted. In his eagerness, he no longer cared about hurting the enemy, so he withdrew his palm abruptly, and the huge pillar brushed down from the edge of his right arm. The old man who guarded the tomb escaped a catastrophe, but he didn't seem to care about it, he raised his head and laughed: "If you have any other tricks, use them together—" The man in black couldn't make a sneak attack, he couldn't say a word for a while, and then he said slowly: "Man is not as good as God, what can I say?..." Speaking of this, he immediately looked up to the sky and laughed, but there was a faint trembling in the laughter, he turned to Zhao Ziyuan and said: "Boy, get out of here quickly. Is there any room for you to intervene in this trip?" Zhao Ziyuan was so nervous that he put all his fears behind him and said: "I just don't want to miss this excitement..." The old man who guarded the tomb said: "Don't do your own thing, it's better for the little brother to leave..." Zhao Ziyuan just stood still, and the man in black said word by word: "The surname is Xie! The surname is Xie! Are you still alive?" Zhao Ziyuan trembled all over when he heard the words, and stared at the old man with two sharp eyes, but saw the old man's face as usual, and said: "Who's surnamed Xie?" The man in the shroud said in a gloomy voice: "Stop pretending! We are blind eating wontons - we know it well!" The old man said lightly: "You have admitted the wrong person." The man in the longevity suit said: "Hehe, you think you can hide this town from the world by acting as a tomb guard? In recent years, this town has been haunted by ghosts, and countless people have died tragically. Is there no reason for it?" The old man said: "What do you think?" The man in the longevity suit said: "Do you still need us to explain? Since your surname Xie has been exposed, those who came to seek revenge will naturally be killed by you one by one!" The old man said coldly: "My friend, you have said too much without evidence." The man in the birthday suit pointed at the corpses of Bu Shang and Zhan Nong lying on the ground, and said: "Take these two dead men as an example—" The old man let out a "huh" and interrupted: "Why? These two people died here, not..." The man in black sneered and said: "I know you're trying to say you didn't do it again, yes?" The old man was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "Is there anything more absurd than this in the world? My friend, you thought it was the old man who did it, but the old man thinks it was you who did it!" After saying this sentence, the man in black and the man in the shroud were both stunned. They looked at each other suspiciously, but the other stood there in a daze. The old man didn't deny that he did it, nor did he explain a single word, but the man in black and the man in the birthday suit had a feeling that they both misunderstood. After a long time, the man in the longevity suit began to say: "The Black Rock Three Monsters killed two of them in one go, but they didn't die at the hands of the surname Xie. If this matter spreads in the world, I'm afraid it will cause a big commotion!" The old man murmured: "Since you have been ambushing this house for a long time, how the two of you were killed, you must have a panoramic view—" The man in black thought for a while and said: "Before the engraving, I was hiding under the plan. God of Calamity and others clamored to enter the house, and the three monsters and the third were yelling, wanting to find the person who set the fire..." The old man cut his mouth and said: "Could it be that you set off this strange fire?" The man in black said: "Of course not." He coughed lightly and continued: "At this moment, the door suddenly swayed, and a ghostly figure flashed in. The speed of that figure was unbelievable. There is such a lightness skill in the world—" He paused slightly at this point, The old man said: "Go on!" Humanity in black said: "The man circled around the house for several times. At the beginning, it still contained the standard of the Liuhe God's Step. By the fifth round, it had become a blurred shadow. My eyes were blurred, and I heard a miserable cry. The second and third of the three black rock monsters They fell to the ground one after another, and then the light flashed and disappeared, the man had disappeared without a trace, God of Calamity and others shouted in unison, and rushed out of the door one after another..." The old man looked solemn and murmured: "Could it be him?...Could it be him?..." The man in Shoufu said: "Except for your surname Xie, we really can't think of anyone else who has such kung fu." The old man shook his head and didn't answer, at this time Zhu Rong had burned the backyard of the ancient house to scorched earth, most of the roof collapsed immediately, and charred wood powder fell from everyone's heads. All the people dodged to retreat at the same time, the old man said: "We should avoid this fire." The man in the longevity suit Shen said: "My surname is Xie, do you want to leave before this dead debt is settled?"