Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

Wang Daochang was dumbfounded when asked.

Shaking his head dumbly.

When did Pindao come here?

Seeing that his expression was not fake, Hong Yi pointed to the tombstone and said:

"When did the Wang Daochang set up the tombstone for himself?"

Wait for Wang Laodao to take a closer look.

Sure enough, a black-and-white photo of himself was pasted squarely on the tombstone, with the name and date below it, and even the date of death was written.

"Fuck! What is this wicked stele for Lao Tzu?"

"I haven't died yet. You have written down the date of death."

Wang Daochang immediately scolded.

Hong Yi looked at the date under the tombstone, took out his phone and checked the date.

The date of Wang Daochang's death written on it is today, and it is still 1 minute later.

Amitabha!

This is amazing, how do you know that Wang Daochang will die in 1 minute?

"Look!"

At this moment, Qin Lan next to him exclaimed.

Everyone rushed over and saw a black-and-white photo of Hong Yi on a tombstone.

Moreover, the birth time and name above are also the same, and the death date can be later than Wang Dao, and there are still 5 minutes.

"Amitabha!"

Hong Yi stretched out his hand to pick out the photo and looked at it under the flashlight.

Don't say it, it's quite similar!

"Let's look again, everyone should have a tomb." Gu Heng said in a solemn voice.

And right now.

"Fuck!"

There was an exclamation of Wang Laodao.

Everyone saw that he sank straight into the tomb bag with his photo just now, and disappeared in an instant!

Chapter 163 The Ghost of the Grave (4 more)

Chapter 163 The ghost of the grave!

"Amitabha!"

Hong Yi circled around Wang Daochang's grave and opened his spiritual eyes.

Dead Grave of the Living: A cursed tomb created by the grave ghost master with powerful ghost power.

The introduction is very simple, just one sentence.

The problem is the tomb of the curse, which pulls the king and the Taoist in, how to get it out?

At this moment, Hong Yi felt a gloomy aura coming from the grave with his name on it in the distance.

It's a strange feeling.

"Come on... come on... come in!"

"It's time……"

"It's time to come in!"

A burst of seductive voices kept echoing in Hong Yi's ears.

A faint yin qi kept trying to get into his mind.

A faint Buddha light flashed all over Hong Yi's body, and the yin qi dissipated immediately.

Does this control the mind?

And without affecting others?

Because the Gu Heng people next to him all looked normal, obviously they were not disturbed by this yin qi.

"Amitabha, have you heard any voice?" Hong Yi said with a strange look.

Gu Heng and the others all shook their heads.

Hong Yi nodded.

"The poor monk understands!"

That must be something in the tomb bag.

Hong Yi turned around and came to his grave.