After passing the gate, a small house full of ancient style resembling a courtyard house appeared in the originally empty darkness.

In the central courtyard, there are several sea bowl-thick stone lampposts, which are faintly revealing orange-red light.

Out of curiosity, Chen Tuwa carefully looked in from the top of the lamp post, which looked like a small pavilion, and found that it was not lamp oil, but craft candles. The candles were made of half man and half fish. They raised their hands high, with painful expressions on their faces, and flames emerged from the palms of their hands.

Obviously there was no wind in this underground courtyard, but the candlelight swayed constantly, as if it were a dying soul.

"I see, this is the'Ghost House'!" At this moment, Ding Yang said in surprise.

"What the hell?" Tuwazi was confused.

"Ghost yin house...I have only heard of it. It is said that some big rich people or feng shui masters will spend a lot of money and material resources to build a feng shui big yin house for Ze Ziyin's grandson in order to ensure the prosperity of their family. Once a plant is built on the dead ground, not only will it kill off children and grandchildren, but the yin house itself will also form a Feng Shui killing bureau due to the gathering of a large number of resentment and dead souls, which is called the ghost yin house. Hey, I didn't expect this kind of rumor to be true..."

Ding Yang explained with an ugly expression.

"I spent such a big price to cut off my sons and grandchildren... Is this person mentally ill?" Tuwazi couldn't help but muttered.

But in this silent and terrifying environment, the muttering sound is no different from ordinary speech.

"I can't say that, after all, Feng Shui is a mystery based on the terrain. If the terrain changes, Feng Shui will naturally change with it," Ding Yang shook his head and continued to tell Tuwazi Jie: "As far as I know, Xiang Xiang It has been recorded in the Zhili that during the Manchu time of the Southern Chu Dynasty, this place was filled with lakes and fields, which greatly changed the Feng Shui of the city. The style of this house is closer to that of the Ming Dynasty, obviously earlier than the time of filling the lakes and fields. Because of that, the original feng shui treasure land has become the current ghost house."

"So is there any way to crack this?"

Tuwazi hurriedly asked.

"The main body of the yin house is not big. If you had known it for a long time, you just need to blow it up with strong explosives from the outside before the ghostly aura escapes." Ding Yang said with a wry smile: "Although the ghostly aura diffused after that It will be a little troublesome to get to the surface, but it will disappear sooner or later as the sun shines. It is better than the current situation..."

Explosives... Yes, it's very scientific.

"What about now?"

"Hurry up and recall the beauty of life while still breathing."

"..."

When Tuwazi was considering whether to choose a room to try his luck, the darkened room suddenly began to sparkle with a terrifying light.

What is even more frightening is that in the flash, you can occasionally see elongated figures reflecting on the ground... But the glowing room still feels empty, and there is no black shadow on the paper windows.

Gradually, every room began to hear the clicking sound of wooden boards crashing like windows opening and closing, and it became more and more rapid.

"This place is very bad. If you don't leave soon, you and that idiot will be swallowed alive..."

The emperor, who had been absent-minded from the beginning, looked dignified and looked around.

Chen Tuwa noticed that she seemed to be different from Ding Yang and himself, her eyes were not at a loss without focus, but as if she was looking at "something".

Probably because that "what" can also detect the existence of the emperor, so far, the other party has not caused any substantial harm to their party.

But Chen Tuwa knew very well that even though the emperor was a supernatural creature, he was also a veritable creature, and even a mortal like him was helpless, not to mention a monster in such a fierce land.

So after a few seconds of psychological struggle, Chen Tuwa took out the emperor sword from the mountaineering bag behind her, and then cut her palm with a sword blade in the eyes of Ding Yang looking at the lunatic.

"Emperor, can you solve this situation now?"

Chen Tuwa asked in a low voice, feeling that the blood and physical strength in her body were rapidly losing.

But the emperor was just floating in the air, with a dull expression on his face.

After a while, she looked at her hands unacceptably, and muttered softly, "I...remembered."

As soon as the voice fell, the Emperor Sword in Chen Tuwa's hand jumped out of his hand and inserted into the center of the courtyard.

At almost the same moment, the doors and windows that were still restless suddenly quieted down, and even in the lampposts with unstable light, the candles were not jumping, but spreading light like real candles.

"Is this a solution?"

Chen Tuwa asked in disbelief.

It feels like the emperor didn't do anything.

"No, it's not solved..." The emperor sighed. Her tone was completely different from the brisk and slightly amused feeling before, giving people a sense of calmness: "But they all hid. ."

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Ding Yang, who was still out of the picture because he couldn't see the emperor, asked hurriedly.

"Hidden?"

Chen Tuwa asked suspiciously: "Why did you hide?"

"Didn't this idiot also explained it just now... The ghost house is a existence that has gathered a lot of grievances. Once this kind of thing faces a existence with a stronger grievance, it will naturally hide because of instinct."

The emperor's face was a little sad: "And my main body, emperor sword, just happens to exist like that."

"That's great. We can go out if you are there, right?" Chen Tuwa didn't notice the slight sad look on the other party's face because of the sudden good news, but was eager to try.

"Yes, you guys go quickly."

The emperor waved his hand gently, and the thick ink-like darkness outside the door immediately faded, meaning that the white light from the exit appeared there.

"Although I don't know what's going on, the exit seems to have appeared! Let's run now!"

Ding Yang was overjoyed, and hurriedly rushed out of the gate and ran towards the exit.

Chen Tuwa subconsciously wanted to draw the sword, but was stopped by the emperor.

"The sword of the emperor is a sword of resentment. After the drop of blood activates the resentment in the body of the sword, it will no longer be touchable by ordinary people. Otherwise, it is likely to be swallowed by the resentment that spans thousands of years and become a monster. You don't have to worry about me. , Let the emperor sword be buried in the ground again with this ghost mythical yin house, go away by yourself!"

"Then trouble you!"

Chen Tuwa gave the emperor a thumbs up.

"...Then, even though I said it myself, if you abandon me so simply, even I will feel sad."

The emperor mumbled subtly.

"Sure enough, you actually don't want to be alone in such a ghost place, do you?" The Tuwazi, who seemed to have pulled his legs to leave, stopped and looked back at the emperor.

"No, I just..." The female ghost who has gone through a thousand years was stunned for a moment, and then she seemed to admit her fate, with a sad smile on her face: "Yes, because it will definitely be lonely."

Tuwazi grinned, and then stretched out his hand towards the emperor: "Then go out together, I didn't plan to throw away such a useful thing as the emperor's sword."

But the emperor still shook his head.

"You don't understand at all, my sword master will almost always be affected by the resentment on the emperor sword, and will eventually die...Although the emperor sword does possess the unparalleled power in the world, it is also an indisputable ominous sword!-I no longer want to Killing the owner of the Emperor Sword again..."

"Sorry for my bad history, I have never heard of this kind of thing." Tuwazi said without wavering: "But I know that the grace of dripping water will be reported by the spring! My dad is able to collect the medical expenses entirely by you, and Now you are doing this to save us, so I will never give up on you."

"You are such an idiot..." Tianzi wiped the corners of her eyes, even though she couldn't shed tears anymore.

However, at this moment, she seemed to be suffering from a severe headache, clutching her head and screaming.

"The emperor?!"

Tuwazi wanted to get close to her, but was blown away with a wave of her hand.

"The grievance has been...oh...hurry up...run..."

The pitch black like ink swept through Tuwazi's vision again, and the emperor and the emperor's sword inserted on the stone brick were also swallowed and disappeared in front of him.

Before Tuwazi decided whether to run away or find the Emperor Sword, the black "what" got around his left foot.

It was like sludge, a cold and slippery black substance, almost like a shadow coming to life, causing Tuwazi to get goose bumps all over his body involuntarily.

Afterwards, the black mud spread towards the earthen child, and at the same time two bright red spots appeared on the ground.

This made Tuwazi immediately understand that these ghosts are the monsters in the ghost house!

But without the Emperor Sword, he was already helpless with this kind of thing...

Just as the black mud wrapped around Chen Tuwa’s neck, and when Chen Tuwa had resigned herself to her fate, something parabolic hit the black mud. At the same time, a man came behind him. Shouts.

"Well, hey, the old man in the sky is anxious like a law!"

Hearing a "bang" sound, the black mud receded into the shadows.

Tuwazi coughed, and only then did he realize that it was a small talisman that had hit the black mud. He looked back and found that Ding Yang, who had disappeared just now, came.

"Why... are you coming back?"

"Nonsense, leaving his teammates and running away is a supporting role who can't survive three chapters. How could the protagonist of Wei Guangzheng do such a thing!" Ding Yang said something that Chen Tuwa could not understand, and helped him from the ground. : "Since I brought you in, I have to take you out all the time!"

"Uncle..."

"Stop talking nonsense, get ready to go!"

Holding Chen Tuwa, Ding Yang desperately ran towards the exit.

However, before they ran to the exit, the light that was the last hope was swallowed by darkness again.

But this is not the worst. What's worse, I don't know when it will start, and dense red light spots have appeared behind them...

"Sorry uncle, if it wasn't for me..." Chen Tuwa apologized softly in frustration.

"Don't be arguing, the protagonists of ordinary fairy-xia novels are forced to such a degree, they will definitely improve their skills, open up the second line of Ren Du, and become a peerless master..."

"Ren Du Ermai is from a martial arts novel, right?"

"It's almost the same, it's good to understand the spirit."

Although the two seemed to have enough time to say such unnutritious words, Tuwazi knew that Ding Yang was completely gone. His trembling hands and cold sweat on his head revealed this.

I had known it earlier, that the emperor should have been brought out more decisively...

Just when those dense red dots were about to approach the two, only a bang was heard. Not far away meant that the white light from the exit appeared again, but this time four people appeared inside... to be precise, three people. Add a ghost.

"Oh, this mission is finally coming to an end."

The protagonist Xu Shenxing, who finally reappeared after several chapters, smiled with a finished smile: "Then clean up quickly, and then fly back to Jiang Jin to celebrate."