My master is the coffin

Chapter 408 The Lying Ghost Messenger

Wushuang's words are very reasonable.It is very likely that someone has already got there first.I pretended to be relaxed and said: "It seems that I can't find the previous memory. Otherwise, let's go."

I say this, naturally because Wushuang is standing next to him.

Wushuang started to refute me almost subconsciously: "Since we're here, of course we have to go down and have a look. Otherwise, I won't be reconciled."

Wen Yu reminded: "The pattern below is very powerful. I almost couldn't get out. Be careful."

Wushuang said proudly, "If you can't get out, it doesn't mean I can't get out."

Then, as if on purpose, she walked down generously.

I was worried that she was in danger, so I quickly followed her.

We took two steps down, and suddenly, all the lights beside the passage came on.Brighten the underground space like daylight.

I looked back, Wen Yu pointed to a place on the wall and said, "They installed a lamp here."

I nodded, thinking to myself: "Rich people really are rich."

The two of us, two ghosts, walked for a while, and gradually, we reached the bottom.

The channel is supported by cement and steel bars, which is very strong and smooth.However, the ground at the end is not the case.

It is uneven and potholed here, as if a lazy worker shoveled two shovels here and then withdrew.

I want to go down and have a look.But Wen Yu stopped me: "Don't go, it's not safe there anymore. Stand on the steps."

I stopped in my tracks.At this time, I saw something scattered on the uneven ground.Like some tiny bone.

The ghost emissary looked at it and said, "This seems to be a human hand bone. No wonder there is no more digging here. The hand is broken here, who dares to continue digging?"

I looked at the bumpy ground in front of me with some strangeness: "It's all right, how can a human's hand break? Also, where are those patterns?"

As I spoke, I stepped forward involuntarily.

When my feet hit the ground, I didn't feel anything strange.This is ordinary dirt land.

I looked back at them and said, "There's nothing here."

As soon as I finished saying this, I suddenly felt a tingling on my leg.

I lowered my head, just in time to see a big colorful scorpion crawling up my leg quickly.

I panicked.Without even thinking about it, I quickly waved my hand to drive it away.However, the scorpion was so fast that it jumped onto my hand again.Immediately afterwards, I saw all the colorful fluff on its body open.Its whole body turned into a fluffy, colorful ball.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a numbness on the back of my hand, and the fluff quickly withered.Revealed the true colors of the scorpion.It tilted its body, fell off the back of my hand, turned its back to the sky, and died like this.

I looked at the scorpion on the ground in surprise: "What's going on? How did you die?"

Suddenly, I heard a scream: "Xu You, your hand."

Only then did I realize that there was a wound on my hand, which should have been bitten by a scorpion just now.This wound does not hurt.But it is expanding rapidly.It grows the same colorful fluff as the scorpion.

I know things are a little off.I looked at the mahogany sword on my waist.Sighing: "A strong man cuts off his wrist, that's the only way to go."

Seeing that the wound has spread to the wrist.I didn't dare to be negligent, so I drew out my mahogany sword and slashed at it.

However, all I heard was a loud snap.Like someone gave me a big slap in the face.My head was tilted from the beating, and the left side of my face was numb.

I opened my eyes in a daze and found myself back on the steps.And Wushuang raised his hand, eager to hit the second one.

I quickly dodged, covered my face and said, "What are you doing?"

Wushuang pointed to my mahogany sword: "Just now you went crazy and wanted to cut off your right hand."

I looked down at both hands, intact, and I breathed a sigh of relief.Then he said: "Just now I had hallucinations. I saw a big scorpion that bit my hand to pieces. If I don't cut it off, I will rot."

Wushuang nodded, and said, "It seems that this is how these workers' severed hands came about. But, is this formation so powerful? Even you got it?"

I shook my head: "I didn't pay attention just now, I didn't expect it to do such a thing. How about it, I'll go there again, if there's anything wrong, get me back quickly."

Wushuang nodded in agreement.

I tried to walk to the bumpy ground again.This time instead of standing, I sat down.

I sat cross-legged in the center, concentrating my mind.This ensures maximum freedom from interference.

I saw countless poisons crawling out of the ground.They swaggered and seemed to eat me.But I'm unimpressed because I can see it.They are all fake.

I closed my eyes and carefully felt their source.Gradually, I found something unusual on the ground.All poisons come from there.

I closed my eyes, raised the mahogany sword, and stabbed it hard based on my feeling.

I heard a soft pop, like something had leaked air.Then, there was a tremor under his feet.

This time it's not an illusion, it's really moving here.

I opened my eyes and found that we were standing in a big hourglass.The soil leaked down like a murderous child, revealing the original appearance of this place.

Not only the ground, but even the four walls of the passage are covered with spells.

The talismans swirled and glowed, as if guarding something.I stared at these spells, and felt that they seemed to be simulating the sun, moon and galaxy, and there seemed to be some great truth in them.

I stood among the spells, stared at them for a while, and then felt faintly dizzy.

Wushuang rubbed her temples and said, "What the hell are these things?" Then she turned her head to look at the ghost: "What did you do?"

The ghost emissary waved his hands again and again: "It's not me, it's not me. I just buried the immortal here. I don't know why so many of these things appeared later. It may be that the immortal came back from the dead. It’s not certain what this painting is about.”

Wushuang looked at me: "Did you draw it?"

I shook my head: "I don't know."

Wushuang asked the ghost again, "Where did you bury the immortal?"

The ghost messenger pointed to his feet: "It's right below, I can't remember."

Wushuang said: "Then let's dig them out. These formations probably won't do anything to us."

Wen Yu shook his head: "I have been studying this formation for a few days. You see, they are composed of many small formations. If you touch anyone, the others will be implicated. At that time, formations from all directions will attack us , the pressure should not be small."

Wushuang looked at these formations carefully, and then pointed to one place and said: "Look, some of these formations are powerful, and some are simply half-finished products. It gives me the feeling that someone is drawing and playing here, practicing Same."

I took a closer look and it was indeed the case.Moreover, there are some rules in the distribution of these formations.From one direction, to another, more and more perfect.

Wushuang said confidently: "Since we have found this rule, things will be much easier to handle. It seems that these formations are connected with each other, and it shouldn't be done on purpose. We just need to go step by step, starting from the simple ones, Destroy these formations one by one, and you can enter."

I looked at the dense formations: "There are so many formations. Even destroying them one by one will take a lot of time."

The ghost envoy echoed at the side: "Yes, yes, even if it is destroyed, it will take a lot of time."

I looked at the ghost's expression, and there seemed to be something wrong.I asked him: "You said, all the people living in the villa area are your descendants?"

The ghost messenger nodded: "Yes."

I tried my best to look unfathomable: "I don't know how many years Ksitigarbha has been immortal. But at least it must have been thousands of years. These thousands of people, population migration, birth, old age, sickness and death, the changes are real. It's too big. How can you be so sure that the people living here are your descendants?"

The ghost made his eyes roll, and then smiled obsequiously: "Didn't I work in the underworld later? I have never been reincarnated, so I come to the human world to have a look from time to time."

I shook my head: "You're lying to us again."

(End of this chapter)